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The Bridge
2002

children’s chorus
flute
clarinet
2 trumpets
trombone
piano
percussion 
  snare drum, suspended cymbal, triangle 
doublebass 

duration 7'

commissioned by The City of Boston for the opening of the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge 
first performance:
Boston Children’s Chorus, cond. Grant Llewellyn
Blackman Auditorium, Boston / October 10, 2002

SCORE

PERFORMANCE MATERIALS


    SIDEBAR
    I was excited to receive this commission after meeting a few times with Hubie Jones, a
    significant force in Boston social and community life. He had recently created the Boston
    Children's Chorus specifically for this civic event; the chorus continues to today. After the
    piece was written and after rehearsals had just begun, the Zakim family decided they would
    prefer to have just Bruce Springsteen – a friend of Lenny Zakim's – perform, and my piece was
    gazumped. Splendid that Springsteen agreed to play I wish though iit could have been decided
    to also include this little celebration that so many people had put effort into. The Chorus
    graciously included it instead in a concert performance later that year, but it would have been
    such fun to have heard it outdoors, on the bridge, used for its original purpose.



TEXTS
Earth has not anything to show more fair: 
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by 
A sight so touching in its majesty; 
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, 
Ships, towers, domes, theaters, and temples lie 
Open unto the fields, and to the sky; 
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep 
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill; 
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! 
William Wordsworth (1770–1850) from Composed upon Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, 1802 

Great are Yourself and Myself, 
We are just as good and bad as the oldest and youngest or any, 
What the best and worst did, we could do, 
What they felt, do not we feel it in ourselves? 
What they wished, do we not wish the same? 
Walt Whitman (1819–1892) from Great Are The Myths 

Earth has not anything to show more fair: 
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by 
A sight so touching in its majesty; 
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning;
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth (1770–1850) from Composed upon Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, 1802