Range: G4 – A5
My love,
will there come a day
when my nights are emptied of your touch?
Your breath on my neck,
my lips against your skin…
What, then, to fill the hours,
the spaces we can only feel with our hearts,
and never measure with our finger-lengths?
What, then, to warm the sheets,
to pull my soul from the nightmares…
text by Chloë Schaaf and Aiden K. Feltkamp
Jay C. Batzner (b. 1974) is currently on the faculty of Central Michigan University. He reads too many comic books and tries to find time for sewing and other various hobbies. Jay likes playing chess but loses a LOT of games.
Jay’s frequent interdisciplinary collaborations with choreographer Heather Trommer-Beardslee has led to several dance works based on student veterans, ecological succession, the Larry Craig scandal, and hyena behaviors. The hyena piece even includes puppets!
80s atonal awesome bilston comic books comics concerto contemplative counterpoint duet dulcimer duo electronics fixed media funny hard high voice improvisation marimba medium voice noisy percussion piano poem poetry pop quartet sci-fi scifi setup short song song cycle speaking spiky spoken strugatsky timpani trigger triggered trio unpitched weird white zen