Wildcard - Brooks Frederickson
Recently, my listening has been focused more on music that isn't afraid to just do one thing. Phillip Glass' album Glassworks is a great example of this. Him and his ensemble lay out six relatively short pieces that do what they do, and don't try to do anything else. The music on the album is so bare-bones, so stark, that the listener has no choice but to focus on the little details - the voice leading, the subtle changes in texture, the rhythmic counterpoint, the phrase length.
People jokingly call this the first piece of "minimalist" music. Beethoven uses the same phrase for the majority of the movement. What he does with it, though, is what's interesting. Each time the phrase comes back around, he's changed something in it - sometimes it's something so small, the listener doesn't even really realize what's different.
I've fallen for Murder Ballads. There is something is so beautifully tragic in a song about killing someone you love. This song, like most Murder Ballads, is about a man killing a woman who doesn't love him. Pete sing it with such innocence, that the first few times I listened to it, I didn't realize how horrific the story is.
Brooks Frederickson is a composer living in Brooklyn, NY. According to the New York Times, he has "a good-natured catalog of potentials."