Other than writing my review for Kaputt, I spent most of yesterday's ride back from New York listening to Brooklyn Rider's Dominant Curve. The afternoon before, I'd been to the Whitney to see an exhibition of Edward Hopper's works. I wasn't terribly familiar with Hopper - of course everyone knows Nighthawks. Those paintings kept coming back to me during the ride: the deep sense of isolation embedded in mundane, often bright and vivid scenes. A Woman in the Sun and New York Interior in particular stuck with me and it seemed appropriate subject matter for as rain-slashed bus ride back to Boston. You sit right next to someone, within a few feet of a 50 more for 4 straight hours, and no one says a word - very Hopper.
Dominant Curve is one of the few things to get me interested in modern classical music in a long time. I don't feel in the least qualified to review it (not that I've let that stop me so far) but the jangled notes, the quartet ceaselessly pulling together and breaking apart across the second movement of Achilles Heel... Well, it fit the bus ride and the paintings.
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