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displays a subtle ear for sonority; some of his instrumental doublings
are quite unlike anything I have heard before."
(Bordoneo, Pifilca y Zapateado. FANFARE MAGAZINE. Phillip Scott )
clamorous melodrama. ... one sensed the contemporary European tone
poem, its alarm and pessimism lightened, however, by popular Latin
percussion instruments and hints of Latin rhythm."
(Puerto de cántaros. THE NEW YORK TIMES. Bernard Holland )
always an element of surprise in these works, which boast an airy
quality and a conversation-like interplay among instruments of sharply
contrasting sonic characteristics."
(Waiting for the Sound. AMERICAS. Mark Holston )
"Gerardo Dirié's Anjo Breve abounds in haunting wisps of sound and rhythmic games marked by sudden stops and friskiness."
(Anjo Breve. THE GRAMOPHONE. Donald Rosenberg )
the sound of it... everything works so wonderfully well that I felt
like jumping on stage and joining the dance that ended it."
(Much Ado About Nothing. INDIANA NEWS. Charles Staff )
wrote this manic exposition of chirps and claps and poundings to words
by Nelda Nelson-Eaton, the soprano. Her brawny, rangy voice was well
suited for Dirié's potent musical expression."
(Soneto del Can. THE HERALD-TIMES. Peter Jacobi )
Gerardo Dirié's original music score contributes wonderfully to
setting the dreamlike mood while providing the sounds of daily life and
evoking a sense of time and remembrance."
(The Cherry Orchard. NUVO NEWSWEEK. Tom Alvarez )
"The musical composition of Gerardo Dirié was so effective, I wanted to hear more. From soft background tones to the jubilant dance songs, the music provided another welcome backdrop to enable the characters to win over the audience."
(The Cherry Orchard. ARTS INDIANA. Doug Donaldson )
especially liked Dirié's Tarde, uma nuvem lenta, rosea, an elegy
for murdered rain forest activist Chico Mendes. Dirié turns a
fragment of a Villa-Lobos tune within a rain forest of exotic chirps,
murmurs and growls. A misty melancholy hangs about the work, as if the
forest itself were mourning."
(Tarde, uma nuvem lenta, rosea. THE MILWAUKEE JOURNAL. Tom Strini )