Search - Hayden Wayne, The Wallinger String Quartet :: The Nuzerov Quartets #3, 4 & 5

On our farm in Nuzerov in the Czech Republic, meaning Chestnut Village, the environment in which I found myself composing was just short of insanity. If it wasn't my five year old son playing his videos, it was my father-in-law, who is hard of hearing, watching television at deafening volumes, or my wife's nephew playing his heavy metal tapes at chromosome damaging levels. My focus is beyond lethal. I assume if I made eye contact with someone while in the midst [of composing], I'd burn a hole in them. Traveling at the speed of music, I journeyed through sixty-five days in seventy minutes and feel, in retrospect, as if it were only the blink of an eye. The two thousand measures of music that comprise String Quartets #3, 4 & 5 feel as if one journey and should be played as such; a triptych, if you will. In this world of no attention span, "one trick ponies", perpetual self involvement and relentless mediocrity, I find myself in my own self indulgences so not to go mad from boredom. My insane hard work and refusal to settle and being haunted by restless feelings of "not finished", obviously, have driven me to my many compositional successes. But, then there are those certain works which come from a place where I can only assume my collaborative input was the ability to listen to a higher consciousness. I often listen to my work in a process of refining and find myself so many times, wondering, "How in the world did I manage to write that?!" One might say that I'm in a perpetual psycho-cybernetic process of listening ... constantly aware of continuity and balance ... suspending time within boundaries (if there really are any) of composition.