Performance Notes Score is transposed. Accidentals remain in effect for the duration of the measure, only at the octave in which they occur. <strong>The</strong>y are sometimes rewritten in a measure for clarity. Blowing air through an instrument when instructed to do so is not meant to be pitched. Keep the Tale of a Young Grey Wolf in mind while performing <strong>The</strong> <strong>Night</strong> <strong>Market</strong>. Approximate Duration: eight minutes Program Notes – the Tale of a Young Grey Wolf <strong>The</strong> grinning moon has taken control of the sky. A young grey Wolf looks over the “Seaport”, drowning in mist as he has lost his way home. A smell… no not just that, a commotion too? <strong>The</strong> young grey Wolf follows his senses as it races towards a large wooden gate— and as if the moon is whispering to him, he reads “<strong>The</strong> <strong>Market</strong>”. Suddenly an Antelope asks him if he needs help, and the Wolf hesitantly answers him as the Antelope uncovers his hands with only seven fingers left. Fear… Shock… Hunger… surge through the Wolf’s body as the Antelope begins naming prices of his fingers for the Wolf to consume. <strong>The</strong> Wolf is lost in a daze, he’s never consumed another animal, yet here’s his opportunity. “<strong>The</strong> Finger Seller” pushes him again and again, his pinky worth less than his index finger, the Wolf starts to salivate. His body brimming with hunger and his mind flooding with hatred for himself, it becomes overwhelming. Teeth are shown, his mouth gaging open, saliva dripping down his chin. He chomps his mouth down, the Antelope looks up, he still has all his seven fingers and then sees the young grey Wolf sprinting into “<strong>The</strong> <strong>Market</strong>”. <strong>The</strong> young grey Wolf has found himself in the center of <strong>The</strong> <strong>Market</strong>. Everything is bustling. <strong>The</strong>re’s every single type of carnivorous animal is present under the glow of the moon. Almost as if moving like moths attracted to light, merchants stand with stronger scents draw in more people. To his right, he sees a stand being flooded as new rabbit hide is being put up. To his left, he begins to hear a voice call out to him— a merchant. He begins a rapid-fire sales pitch, words come tumbling out, enticing and enchanting market-goers as they pass by. Louder and louder, the voices of the merchants grow into a singular chorus…until he turns around to the Merchant. Much grander than these past merchants, it becomes overwhelming, he can feel his heart, solid thuds resounding in his chest. <strong>The</strong> Wolf is swept away by the crowd of carnivores flooding the stand. Stranded in the middle of the market, he notices four tiger merchants switch their attention the young, stumbling Wolf. <strong>The</strong>y’re a rambunctious bunch, but they move in chaotic symbiosis, calculatingly offbeat as they sway towards the wide-eyed Wolf. From behind one tiger’s back, a loosely wrapped cloth appears in his paw. <strong>The</strong> Wolf inhales. <strong>The</strong> stench of a lamb. <strong>The</strong> Merchants push it onto him once, then again, and on the third beat, the young grey Wolf falls into his temptations. As the Wolf leaves <strong>The</strong> <strong>Market</strong>, he hears the tigers fade into the distance as they sell to another customer. He finds himself back where he started, the “Seaport”, with the moon grinning above him like a devilish cat. In his left hand, he grips a bloodied muslin cloth. As the mist parts in the horizon, he makes out the faint glow of dawn. Somewhere in his mind, he remembers yearning for home. Yet he stands rooted, as the silence and the hollowness of the disappearing <strong>Night</strong> <strong>Market</strong> consume him. ~Written by <strong>Minoo</strong> <strong>Dixon</strong> & Nguyen Pham © 2020 by Andrew "<strong>Minoo</strong>" <strong>Dixon</strong>. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright secured Copying or reproducing this document in whole or in parts violates the Federal Copyright Law. www.minoodixon.com
<strong>Minoo</strong> <strong>Dixon</strong> <strong>The</strong> <strong>Night</strong> <strong>Market</strong> for symphonic wind ensemble [Grade 5] minoodixon.com
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