Places We Can No Longer Go
John Mackey (text by A.E. Jaques)
B-flat Soprano Clarinet I-VII (4 on stage, 3 in audience)
B-flat Bass Clarinet I-II
B-flat Contrabass Clarinet
B-flat Soprano Saxophone
E-flat Alto Saxophone
B-flat Tenor Saxophone
E-flat Baritone Saxophone
C Trumpet I-II-III-IV
Horn in F I-II-III-IV
Bass Trombone I-II
Percussion (8 players: 5 on stage, 3 in audience), including:
- Bass Drum
- Crash Cymbals
- Suspended Cymbal
- Triangles (2)
- Tubular Bells
None discovered thus far.
In April 2016, I posted this on Facebook:
My mom has been suffering from rapid-onset dementia, and has reached the point that she can't form a sentence that anybody but her can understand.
Tonight, I saw her for the first time in several months, and in the car on the way back home after dinner, I turned on the radio. Within seconds, she said, "Oh – Scheherazade! I've played this piece." And she started humming along. It was Scheherazade, and she has played it -- decades ago. The only other complete and understandable sentence she said tonight, when I was leaving, was "I love you."
Music is an incredible thing. It doesn't pay well, and maybe your parents said it's a terrible career choice, but the fact is that it reaches people on a level that nothing else can. If you're ever questioning "does practicing all of these hours so I can play this instrument -- does it matter?" The answer is yes.
Two days later, Gary Hill, Director of Bands at Arizona State University, contacted me, and asked me if I would write a piece about my mother and her struggle with this terrible disease. My initial reaction: no way. I couldn’t imagine a scarier, more personal piece.
Gary persisted, and I eventually acknowledged that I was resisting writing the piece not because it was a bad idea, but because it was a terrifying idea -- and that’s not a reason to say no. If anything, that’s a reason to say yes. So, 11 months after he first asked, I agreed to write Places We Can No Longer Go.
My mother was a flutist, and also a soprano. She sang at home all the time, and played flute even more frequently. I never studied an instrument, but thanks to her I was surrounded by live music constantly. She was a single parent, and was too poor to afford babysitters, so I attended community orchestra rehearsals with her on Sunday nights (I’d sit in the back of the high school auditorium where they’d rehearse), and choir rehearsal on Thursdays. We moved a lot -- different schools, different friends -- but music was a constant.
When my mom -- Elizabeth -- was in her early 60s, my sister, Lisa, and I started to see a change, mostly in her short-term memory. It didn’t register for a long time. She was an alcoholic her entire adult life, so it wasn’t unusual for her to forget things, but this was different. She’d repeat the same question twice within 90 seconds. I wasn’t understanding; I was annoyed. I wasn’t patient. I couldn’t get off the phone fast enough, irritated that she just wasn’t paying attention. I should have stayed on the phone. I didn’t know what was coming.
Within a few years, my mother forgot my name. She clearly recognized me, but she called me “Yuki” -- the name of her most-recent Siamese cat. I wasn’t hurt. To her, “Yuki” just was the name for “thing I love.”
Her memory for music stuck, though. That Scheherazade story is one of many. That was three years ago, but even last summer, I found a tape of one of her choir concerts from the late 1980s, and I played it for her, and although she couldn’t remotely form a sentence of conversation, she “sang” along with the tape. She moved her lips to the words, and approximated the pitches on the recording -- but always a little behind the beat, and never quite on key. My name was gone, but that concert from 30 years ago was still in her mind.
She can’t do that anymore. I took a friend to meet her recently, and my friend brought her flute to play for Elizabeth. You could tell from Elizabeth’s face that she loved to hear the instrument again, but she couldn’t sing along anymore. Still, though, she somehow knew how to hold the instrument when it was handed to her. As she took it in her hands, her teeth started chattering. I can’t begin to imagine what was happening in her head, but she was happy. My mother can’t really speak at all anymore, but hearing Mozart that morning, live on the flute, made her laugh with joy.
This story seems sad, and it is. Nobody wants to hear a piece that tells the story like this, and nobody wants a piece that starts “coherent” and becomes lost and confused as it progresses. So Places We Can No Longer Go tells the story of this disease, but does it in reverse. It starts in the present, or maybe even in the future, and over the course of 22 minutes, goes in reverse, as confusion turns to clarity, and grief turns to comfort.
The soprano is the literal voice of the afflicted, struggling to recall memories before they’re gone. The flute plays a prominent role as well. The piece excerpts several major flute solos -- solos that my mother used to practice at home when I was young -- and presents them as if my mother is struggling to remember them. A phrase of something -- Debussy’s Syrinx or Afternoon of a Faun; the slow movement of Tchaikovsky’s Second Piano Concerto; Ravel’s Daphnis and Chloe -- starts, but never quite finishes before the initial memory is lost in a haze. When an excerpt does start, often the solo is echoed out of time and out of key -- the way my mother eventually would sing along to recordings in recent years. Sometimes the flute can’t remember the solo at all. Other times, it remembers the solo but mixes up where it goes, and resolves the phrase to a different piece.
The soprano in the beginning of the piece can’t quite make a word, but eventually she does. Fragments become full words as the disease “regresses” in this backwards telling, and although initially those words don’t quite make sense together, they eventually become coherent statements. The idea of the text, by A. E. Jaques, is that these statements are memories that my mother wishes she could still share with me -- memories of places we’ve been: a Mexican restaurant, a shabby apartment, a photograph from a time that is gone.
The piece is dedicated to my mother, Elizabeth, but would not exist without Gary Hill. My sincere gratitude to him and to all of the consortium members who commissioned this in honor of their loved ones who have suffered with this disease.
- Program Note by composer
Places We Can No Longer Go
I look for you in all the old places
a series of shabby apartments and a Mexican restaurant
that teal-slashed sweater from your yearbook photo
gone now, land unmarks
I trace the trail of us in memory’s atlas
a dotted line crossing borders like in an old movie
big letters for your grandfather’s store, italicized
rivers of music
garbled now, lost-making
I run the roads of us all uncharted
boundaries blur like the lenses in old movies
I see you smudge-soft in Christmas and
clouds hide the end of the world
called a nurse by your name, saw your face on a stranger
out of place, out of places, I find you everywhere
the bright arrow that fixes the map of vanished things
You Are Here
and so here I am
- A. E. Jaques
None discovered thus far.
None discovered thus far.
To submit a performance please join The Wind Repertory Project
- University of Illinois (Champaign) Wind Symphony (Stephen G. Peterson, conductor) – 4 December 2019
- Michigan State University (East Lansing) Wind Symphony (Kevin Sedatole, conductor; Lindsay Kesselman, soprano) – 21 November 2019
- Casco Bay Wind Symphony (Portland, Me.)(Jackie Townsend, conductor; Lindsay Kesselman, soprano) – 13 November 2019
- Bowling Green (Ohio) State University Wind Symphony (Bruce Moss, conductor; Lindsay Kesselman, soprano) – 26 September 2019
- Abilene (Tx.) Christian University Wind Ensemble (Steven D. Ward, conductor; Patricia Virgil, soprano) – 25 April 2019
- Austin Peay State University (Clarksville, Tenn.) APSU Wind Ensemble (Gregory Wolynec, conductor; Rebekah Alexander, soprano) - 16 April 2019
- University of Georgia (Athens) Hodgson Wind Ensemble (Cynthia Johnston Turner, conductor; Lindsay Kesselman, soprano) – 28 March 2019
- Arizona State University (Tempe) Wind Ensemble (Gary Hill, conductor; Lindsay Kesselman, soprano) – 22 February 2019 (CBDNA 2019 National Conference, Tempe, Ariz.) *Premiere Performance*
Works for Winds by this Composer
- Antique Violences (2017)
- Asphalt Cocktail (2009)
- Aurora Awakes (2009)
- Clocking (2007)
- Concerto for Soprano Sax and Wind Ensemble (2007)
- Damn (1998)
- Drum Music: Concerto for Percussion (2011)
- Fanfare For Full Fathom Five (2015)
- Foundry (2011)
- The Frozen Cathedral (2012)
- Harvest: Concerto for Trombone (2009)
- High Wire (2012)
- Hymn to a Blue Hour (2010)
- Kingfishers Catch Fire (2007)
- Lightning Field (2015)
- Liminal (2016)
- The Night Garden (2017)
- Places We Can No Longer Go (2018)
- (redacted) (2013)
- Redline Tango (2004)
- The Rumor of a Secret King (2017/2018)
- Sacred Spaces (2019)
- Sasparilla (2005)
- Sheltering Sky (2012)
- Snarl (2018)
- Songs from the End of the World (2015)
- The Soul Has Many Motions (2013)
- Night on Fire (2013)
- Strange Humors (2006)
- This Cruel Moon (2014/2017)
- Turbine (2006)
- Turning (2007)
- Undertow (2008)
- Until the Scars (2014/2019)
- Wine-Dark Sea (2014)
- Xerxes (2010)