Dawn of the composer
The sun was barely rising when Primous closed the last, three hundred and fiftieth page of his first howling work. (He called it “Manifestation” – Manifestation.)
The young composer postponed the manuscript, went to the window to take a fresh breath of air. The cold spring wind did not bother him, the already chaotic Chicago crowd seemed to be slow. But it did not bother him. Excited only what was to happen tonight. The young man felt the body begin to relax nicely, a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead and the orchestra began to sound in his head. He heard every instrument, heard every note – it was like an obsession. Convinced that this time everything was done “as it should be” the composer settled in a comfortable armchair, closed his eyes – until the evening was still a long time – and he fell asleep. I fell asleep to wake up as a great and famous composer. In the evening, the Chicago Symphony Orchestra will perform his first orchestral work. It will be the first time in the history of the orchestra, when he performs the music of a 20 year old boy, composer-nugget, when he, having just finished school, began to write music. It was a long and not easy way from a housing project in Chicago to recognition at Michigan Avenue, but today his dreams were moving in the way of success.
“The work of Primous Fountain is superior to Shostakovitch ….”
So they say about his music critics and everyone who first merges his music … With Primous we have known each other for many years. For the first time we met when I interviewed him for the magazine I worked for. Since then, he always shared with me this music, and I with him my poems. We have always admired each other. And since then I’ve written a lot about him and his music. Then no one could have imagined that from the shy but at the same time easy, sincere, friendly boy the one who he is today – a composer of a higher level who will continue the traditions of Stravinsky, Shostakovitch and other great composers of the past epoch, will grow up. I saw his way of development from a young genius to an internationally recognized composer. I, as well as he grew up in the Chicago housing project, so I understand the obstacles, which a creative person must overcome in order to become informative. Unfortunately, he was ignored for too long. And I perfectly know every step of his struggle not only for the creation, but also for the most difficult process of obtaining recognition. But the work of Prime is far superior to Shostakovitch’s work. His music is pleasant and luxurious and always one step ahead of the era.
Alan Kip, writer, sings Translation by Oksana Kalinichenko