Jogging to Reich Stuart Rawlinson Early this morning as traffic scraped the roads and traffic helicopters clogged the quiet sky, I ran with Steve Reich. Music For 18 Musicians. Imperial to metric and back again; Section I caught my breath early, head shaking mechanically in time. In Section II, I skipped every fifth step, I thought, but the time signatures jolted my staccato, flat feet. I got as far as Section IIIA when my knees collided, ankles together. At least […] Continue Reading
