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piano and oboe improv over electronics, everything is sampled from upright piano/piano strings and oboe, run through sequencers and processed except for the synth bass pad suby raman - oboe me - piano

Batn el-Hawa

piano and oboe improv over electronics

jenin is beautiful.  piano improv based on a chord progression i came up with on the road to jenin months ago.  i'd been noodling around with it for a while.  i recorded this on my new piano. ...I would stand atop one hill behind my grandfather’s house and stare out at the land I knew to be Palestine, and I would remember that photograph of my grandmother and her thick, black hair that rolled down to her shoulders as I stared, stared out at the hills of Jenin, at the hills that rolled in the shape of her hair, in the shape of a woman I never really knew.  

the hills that roll in the shape of her hair

piano improv based on a chord progression i came up with on the road to jenin months ago.

I composed this in Paris after visiting Chopin's grave.  Live recording of me performing it in Salle Cortot at the Ecole Normale de Musique.

Intermezzo in C-sharp minor

intermezzo for chopin

Border Crossings

for voice and orchestra

Sarah Batts, soprano Elise Turner, soprano Emily Goodwin, mezzo-soprano Elizabeth Lenz, mezzo-soprano Laith Alattar, oud Maggie Duggan, violin Dan Smith, cello Justin Snyder, harpsichord Chris Sies, percussion Peter Dodds, percussion Elim Chan, conductor  

A Queen for Gaza (dedicated to Yasmeen El-Khoudary)

for two sopranos, two mezzo-sopranos, oud, violin, cello, harpsichord and percussion

Piano 1, Aya Yamamoto Piano 2, Donia Jarrar This piece was inspired by what began as a night -time drive with friends beneath the desert sky on the outskirts of Cairo, Egypt. We would drive out into the desert, with nothing but the moon and stars, the bedus lights, to guide our way. Leaving the heavily polluted city sky behind us, the stars would appear one by one as the curtain of pollution was slowly lifted. The constant whir of the car engine was like a steady pulse that put us to sleep. In the morning when we returned to the city, the traffic and disorderly, overcrowded streets welcomed us. Driving in that city is a constant brush with death, with cars driving the wrong way down one-way streets as policemen yawn and turn their heads, horse and donkey-drawn carriages blocking the sides of the highways, children hopping rides on the backs of buses, women driving with their babies on their laps, three or four men on one motorcycle, and pedestrians getting injured on a daily basis. Drivers will not even stop or move out of the way for an ambulance. Eventually we made it to Khan El-Khalili, Cairos famous bazaar and souk in the Islamic District. The souk is filled with coffee shops and hookah bars, where we spent the day. Its narrow alleys and cobblestoned streets are filled with beautiful Egyptian silver jewelry stands, gold, spices, perfumes, accessories, oils and dessert shops where lokmit aadi, deep fried doughnut holes, are made. My friends and I ended the day with a visit to Cairo Jazz Club, one of the best venues for live music in the city. There was dancing, there were drinks, and then there was dawn. We walked along the Nile. There were no stars, only a reflection of the city's lights on the river water.

Cairo, I love you

Cairo, I Love You (for two pianos)

"You don't know her at all" is the second movement of this multi-movement work for my family I am currently working on. I would like to dedicate this movement to my sister and father. Performers: Ali Hodges, soprano Donia Jarrar, piano & backing vocals Asaf Peres, electric guitar Joe Lucas, bass guitar Emily Graber & Siobhan Cronin, Violins Kat Lawhead & Chauntee Ross, Violas Pierre Dyercz & Lauren Peacock, Cellos Peter DeLio, Percussion (glockenspiel, vibes & chimes) Conducted by Suby Raman Lyrics: You dont know her at all though you think she's your daughter and though angels have wings they just drown under water I smile at you when she's flying I lie and tell you she's pure I laugh when you say she is perfect let out a sigh like little good girls do And isnt it funny? How fathers come and go? Isn't it funny? One man's lies are another's daily chores There's nothing in this world (quite like you) hold on There's nothing in this world (quite like you to hold onto) just hold on You dont know her at all

You don’t know her at all

for mixed chamber ensemble

Producers: Steve Metz, Donia Jarrar Music: Donia Jarrar Oud, Nay: Michael Ibrahim Lyrics and vocals: Donia Jarrar

Layali

she falls in love, every once in a while

I recorded myself figure skating and this entire piece was generated from the sounds of my spinning, stopping and gliding.

the dictator balances on his inside edge

I recorded myself figure skating and this entire piece was generated from the sounds of my spinning, stopping and gliding.

 I composed the piano part of this as improvisation over some of the most powerful voicemails I had translated from speak2tweet during the start of the Jan25 revolution. The rest of the material comes from my cousin's wedding in Cairo the weekend of April 22-24 and other field sounds taken from Tahrir Square that I recorded as well as Khan El Khalili and Naguib Mahfouz Cafe. The zaffa at the end... hope for a new Egypt. I love you Egypt. The sounds here all come from voice mails from speak2tweet, Tahrir Square, Khan El Khalili and other Cairo noise.

Tahrir Squares, movement one

I composed the piano part of this as improvisation over some of the most powerful voicemails I had translated from speak2tweet during the start of the Jan25 revolution.