A Gift is written for my parents. In 1971 the writing of my music progressed (or some might say “regressed”) from writing songs on the guitar to writing serial music. I remember sitting at the piano and my mother pleading with me to write “something nice.” A Gift is for them, who tolerated me through those years. If my father could hear this I can imagine him saying, “At least it doesn’t sound like they’re simply tuning their instruments.”
A Gift was written for three Flutes and Alto Flute.
