An Image three hours wide Concert Band - Sheet Music

Concert band Bass Clarinet, Bass Trombone, Bassoon 1, Bassoon 2, Clarinet in Bb 1, Clarinet in Bb 2, Clarinet in Bb 3, Euphonium 1, Euphonium 2, Flute 1, Flute 2, Horn in F 1, Horn in F 2, Horn in F 3, Horn in F 4, Percussion 1, Percussion 2, Percussion 3 and more. - Grade 4

SKU: PR.49500156L

Three hours wide. Composed by Kory Reeder. This edition: saddle-wire stitch. Large Score. Alias Press #495-00156L. Published by Alias Press (PR.49500156L).

ISBN 9781491139875. UPC: 680160695454.

This piece reflects on the challenge of expressing complex thoughts and experiences through music. Built from small, abstract fragments, it doesn’t try to tell a full story but instead offers brief glimpses—like snapshots that suggest something larger. Some ideas can’t be fully explained, only hinted at. The music moves between stillness and motion, between what can be said and what can only be felt. Rather than offering answers, it invites reflection—and reminds us that there’s always more to understand, more to feel, and more to learn.
Written as part of the 2023 Composing in the Wilderness, Lake Clark Trip. I have struggledto come to terms with several things while writing this piece, and I think the best way tosummarize them for this note might be to present them as a series of fragments. I have alwaysbeen a believer in abstraction, and I have always thought that music is the most abstractartform from the start: how can music literally tell a story, shape an image, signify, or representsomething specific. How can music take you to a specific place? I remain unconvinced, but thatis a conversation for another time; I have done my best to provide a snapshot or at least pointyou in the right direction. Thoughts: nowhere better than this place. The difference betweentimeless and stationary; an astonishingly present tense. Try as I might I could never fit in anentire mountain range into a single photo (my lens only fits 3 arch hours – 45 degrees).Schoenberg said in his preface to the score of Webern’s Six Bagatelles: “One has to realizewhat restraint it needs to express oneself with such brevity. Every glance can be expanded intoa poem, every sigh into a novel. But to express a novel in a single gesture, joy in a single breath;such concentration can only be found where self-pity is lacking in equal measure.” How doesone condense a novel into a paragraph and then have to make it a sentence; the piece to mefeels like a single statement (although perhaps there are a few subordinate clauses). But howcould I tell you the whole thing? Only we lucky few who have been there know; how could Iever tell you what it was like? Still, let us not forget that what is sentimental might not enlightenus on all that is still to be learned – and we have much to learn.“[L]and is not merely soil”- Aldo Leopold“And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles”[…]“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.”[…]“Perhaps it is everywhere”- Walt Whitman.