When the apocalypse has come and the human race is no more, the world will be covered

in a layer of detritus that will signify our time here. This layer will be primarily comprised

of our waste; the things we have thrown away. Materials such as plastic, glass, concrete,

and radiation will be all that survive us.

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This piece aims to bring the ‘waste’ or ‘away’ sounds of the trumpet and its player into sharp

focus. Breath noise, tongue-rams, valve-clicks, throat noise, and split tones caused by

inconsistencies of the embouchure are the entire focus of this piece. These are all sounds

that are generally negated and ignored by the performer; ironed out by years of practice

and good technique.

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Reminiscent of a land-fill site, this piece is about trash; tons and tons of putrefied garbage

processually and continually being tossed into a landfill site. The trash gets crushed under

its own weight, gradually being boiled down to a rancid broth of carrion and carcasses.