MY OWN: PART I « drewschnurr.com

Drew Schnurr is a composer, sound artist, and performer from Los Angeles whose work blurs traditional lines in music, media, and sound.

As a composer for media, Drew has produced music and sonic branding for numerous world brands and media conglomerates. He is also an active concert composer and sound artist with a diverse range of international commissions and exhibits.

Revered by his peers, industry professionals, and critics, his work has been called both “rare” and “remarkable.”

“This composer bends and stretches rules within his own aesthetic, weaving his musical ideas in harmonious waves that threaten to drown, yet gently tumble the listener forward with intrigue and anticipation.” -Adam Rosenthal review for Persee: Orchestrated Perception

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Hyperventilations

for Piano with Four Hands [cat. sc26]

Hyperventilations of a Fire Dragon harnesses music from my early career as a performer in latin bands, jazz ensembles, funk bands, and rock and metal bands. The underlying fervency of these influences is felt throughout the work, leveraged by the power and agility of the piano, driving the performance often to the edge of playability. This piece initiates a compositional renaissance, a drilling down into the musical cores of “fire” that constitute the music of my youth. It comes from the gut—quite literally, was breathed into life. The melodic and rhythmic motives are all derived from vocal inflections (and hyperventilations) improvised, recorded, transcribed and re-composed by the composer.

DREW SCHNURR (2015)

Premiered by Vicki Ray and Aaron Kallay — Hear Now Festival, Los Angeles, May 2015.
Video performance by pianists Kookhee Hong and Minji Noh.

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MY OWN: PART I

08/06/06

Emptiness is my own.

Longing is mine. I drink, and drink of you again, but thirst remains because satisfaction binds in truth. Emptiness is my own. I will never be whole by another. Yearning is only satisfied from depths. To covet your fullness is to be blind to you, rationing yours to consume. Your fullness is yours to relish, not mine to harvest. Emptiness is my own.

Love is my own.

God is love. Love is my own. Only the heart can know love, and the heart is drawn by treasure. If you become treasure I loose love. Love surrounds me. It can be given no more than the wind. Love, surging all, ladens every breath, resonates with every sigh. Love is knowing. It is an embrace. To say I love you is only to say I am, and to feel loved is to know verity. We need not give love. We only need know that in love we are one. Love is my own, and yours in truth.

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