included the NY premiere of David Del Tredici’s “Gay Life,” arranged for piano (rather than orchestra) and two tenors.
The program reminds me of the out-of-print CRI CD Gay American Composers, which a family friend, one of my mother figures, gave me when I came out. It was perhaps the most touching gesture of love during that difficult time. And in an ironic twist, it was stolen along with the rest of the CDs in my car in a “smash and grab” outside a gay club. I had a laugh over the likely reaction of the thief, who found himself with some David Darling, some Sinatra, some Streisand, and a bunch of classical music, including “Gay American Composers.” Moral: don’t fuck [with] gay people unless you want to listen to our music.