My name is Andy, and I'm a composer. At least, I have been for the past few years. In the meantime I've made my living in the even more unlikely fashion of a professional trombonist. I think there is a conception that being a composer is a lot like being a dictator in that you control every detail of your work and are the final arbiter of its presentation. Maybe some of my fellow artists believe this (or would like to!), but I've always felt that composing is a collaboration with the performer, whoever that may be. I love hearing what brilliant musicians bring to my work, and feel a huge sense of gratitude when they find interpretations that never occurred to me. Maybe it's my years of performing that have instilled me with this sense of obligation, I honestly don't know. I write music that appeals to me, and that I believe will connect with the listener as well.
Lately I've been drawn into the wild, dazzling world of one Maia Rodriguez, a world off the edge of the map. This is my first foray into an artistic collaboration in the proper sense, and it has been an exhilarating experience. Exhilarating, and - well, terrifying. Working with a creative partner means putting absolute trust in another person. It means understanding, instinctively, your partner's vision. And when done right, it can mean a product that surpasses anything either of you could achieve alone. It is true alchemy.
In the past few months, Maia and I have dreamed, toiled, laughed, argued, and flat out willed into existence...something. A piece of art, a thing of inestimable value. I can't speak for her, but when I stand back from it, I feel a sense of awe.
It's ironic, and yet I feel that working with Maia has brought me closer to my true artistic voice. All I know is that I'm having the time of my life, and I can't wait to see what the future holds.