Events
Huntington Choral Society
August 3rd, 2021
Chapin Rainbow Stage
8:00 pm
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I will be conducting the premiere of my latest choral work, She tells her love, with the Huntington Choral Society.
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I am very pleased to announce this Fall, 2020, I am joining the prestigious Hoff-Barthelson faculty in Voice. Located in Scarsdale, NY, my Voice studio will be open on Saturdays. Currently, during the COVID-19 Pandemic Crisis, I am offering online (Zoom, google or Face Time) lessons.
Guido Arbonelli on Clarinet rehearsing Musica Novella
Musica Novella premiered in Italy
November 15th: Perugia
November 24th: Gubbio
December 6th: Todi
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Written for Clarinet, Cello, Vibraphone, Harp and Piano
More information to be released.
Radio Interview on Hawaii Public Radio with Gary Hickling
Gary Hickling will be interviewing me in Oahu about my new song cycle Midnight Musings. Gary has been a huge supporter of the classical music industry and Art Song. He runs the Lotte Lehmann League and has produced various vehicles to further the Art Song Experience. I am honored and excited to meet with and talk with Gary Hickling about the writing process and collaboration with the poet, Thomas J. Fallica. Check out Gary's website:
Midnight Musings released in Fall of 2019. Ryan Capozzo, Tenor and Jonathon Comfort, Baritone will be featured on the premiere recording. John Cuk at the piano.
-Thomas J. Fallica Author of Midnight Musings and Oceans,
a collection of his poetry
Charles Bukowski once said "Writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all." And so, armed with that insight, I sort of knew that there really isn't such a thing as writer's block for the process of writing is a subject unto itself. OR: A writer is writing when he is staring out the window. (Burton Rascoe) And so, I stare out the window a lot...waiting for the muse to appear; waiting for the words to flow into my form junkie mind and out through my quill. I believe that in a writer's mind even a crayon becomes a quill; I believe that poetry is the majesty of any language; I believe that I'll go stare out a window for a bit. BUT, when Rascoe deserts me and my muse is vacationing in Algiers...when no poetry, about gods and fates and love and such wishes to be captured on the page, I revert to Bukowski and write about writing. I should like to think that my poetry is not afraid to admit that it is poetry.