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Birds have offered me beautiful experiences throughout my life with their music. I can recall the haunting duet of loons, the ethereal whimsy of the hermit thrush and my general relief each year as birdsong joins the sunrise in Spring. 'Please don't cover your ears' was co-written with the Robin, the Blackburnian Warbler, the Red-winged Blackbird, the Hermit Thrush, the Winter Wren, and the Grey Catbird. All of these songbirds spend part of their lives in Nova Scotia, a home that is increasingly threatened by the resource-competitive nature of human expansion.
Inspired by the writings of Adrienne Maree Brown and Robin Wall Kimmerer, I approached this composition as an opportunity to invite my audience's attention to the pleasure and joy of songbirds as musicmakers. In learning and notating each of their age-old folk songs, I became more familiar with the birds. Each hermit thrush, for example, has a voice with unique tone and timbre that can be passed down over generations. You will hear a hermit thrush open this composition. Later, the violins play its song to accompany the second verse. The Blackburnian Warbler, a small black-and-orange songbird, wrote the driving rhythm of the strings. This warbler prefers to nest up high in mature hemlocks. We do not see it as often in a province with so little old growth forest left. The vocal melody of this piece is the robin's song. The robin's song is changing, sung earlier in the day as cities brighten and higher in pitch as noise pollution increases. The song of the grey catbird, which can last up to ten minutes, is featured in the violin solo. The red-winged blackbird is heard in the violins at the beginning of the piece and joins its voice with the winter wren at the close.
These birds offer their songs so freely into the world. It was a gift to collaborate with them.
lyrics
I'll ask to learn to sing the song of birds
The songs from dusk and dawn I've always heard
I heard but I was not listening then
I could not pick the Robin from the Wren
and as I grow to know each song you sing
you emerge from the noise, you stop blending
familiar now, I listen for the birds
and try to sing a syrinx through my cords
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