Arctic Music

Apologies to everyone with perfect pitch ... frigid horn; freezing embouchure. This isn't what my horn usually sounds like. Thank you for listening and spending a moment contemplating this inquiry with me.

In truth, playing my horn in the Arctic wasn't about calling whales (although it was a captivating concept that our team deliberated at length). The art and the science collided, naturally, during our conversations. Then, everything coalesced.

My desire to play music here was to experience feelings of interconnectedness and awe as I attempted to comprehend human-made music's role in a place where nature's powerful, brilliant compositions already abundantly dwell.

Can playing along with other animal voices, with cracking ice, with snowfall on frozen water help me recognize, remember, recall, that I am not separate from the natural world?