Tell Me Again
Part I: In Which a Story Emerges
Part II: A Sung Sung with Others
Part III: In Motion
instrumentation: 184.108.40.206 – 220.127.116.11 – perc(1) – strings
commissioned by the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra and premiered April 12, 2021 by Karen Ouzounian, cello and the Orlando Philharmonic, Eric Jacobsen, Music Director
“Tell Me Again” was written for cellist Karen Ouzounian and the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra, Eric Jacobsen, music director. Both Karen and I grew up with stories of family origin and immigration. My grandmother was Estonian: she escaped during the latter part of World War II, eventually immigrating to the United States after 5 years in displaced person camps. Karen’s grandmother was Armenian: she grew up in Beirut (her parents having left Turkey during the Armenian Genocide) and immigrated to Canada during the Lebanese Civil War. As I wrote, I thought about the importance of these stories to our respective families. I think that for all of us, but particularly those who have lived through upheaval and trauma, telling a story is not just a way to convey a sequence of events, but a way to process experience, to try to come to terms with what has happened. In this concerto, I wanted to write music that reflected the way in which stories like these become a central part of the culture of families and communities as they are told over and over again—even as they change over time—with each new generation consciously or unconsciously making choices about what to omit and what to emphasize.
In the first movement of “Tell Me Again,” I thought of the cello as the embodiment of a story, forming and unfolding in response to the jittery, chaotic energy of the orchestra, which surrounds the cello like the swirl of life. As the orchestra leads, the cello responds with short, echoing gestures. The orchestra keeps starting over, returning to the same phrases—like events replayed in one’s mind—and in response the cello gradually acquires a life of its own, pulling melodic strands and fast passagework out of the orchestra’s textures, gaining momentum and gradually coming into its own. About two-thirds of the way through, the cello arrives at a soaring melodic line that it holds on to for the rest of the movement. The orchestra now follows the cello, gradually fading like a memory that is slowly being replaced by a story.
In the second movement, the cellist becomes a singer, teaching the orchestra a song. The cello’s melody is a combination of elements reflective of Karen and myself, starting with the snapped lilt of an Armenian song and ending with a quote of an Estonian folk-tune that I first heard as a child. The melody spreads across the orchestra, repeated in a call-and-response style typical of Estonian folk singing. The melody repeats, as if trying to figure out how its different elements fit together, and gradually evaporates, settling into a tender and shimmering texture: a return of the cello’s soaring music from the first movement, this time quietly introspective. The movement ends with the Armenian-Estonian melody played in fragments throughout the orchestra.
The third movement begins with cello alone, playing fast repeated notes almost like an eraser trying to scrub away the memory of earlier movements. As the orchestra begins responding to the cello, joining in its perpetual-motion energy, hints of music from the previous movements reappear, including a majestic, slowed-down version of the cello’s first movement melody, played by the horns. After a suddenly soft, wistfully fluttering middle section, the music resumes with energetic abandon and exuberance—sometimes joyful, sometimes fearful, sometimes grand—spiraling out of control until it gives way to a brief, unexpected coda: a glimpse of something that is new and hopeful, yet bittersweet.