The long months of vexing freeze-thaw cycles have arrived here in New York City. Last Friday's high peaked near 50 degrees Fahrenheit, Saturday approached 40, and now the cold wind has chilled the city to a modest 15. This pattern will continue with an occasional break for snow or sleet until the First of April. New Yorkers don long black coats over their thick black suits; complementing the lifeless concrete pouring down the city streets like ancient lava flows.
As Kyle leaves his relatively warm apartment and steps into the raw, icy morning he looks up to the dismal sky above, down to the colorless pavement below, and smiles. Kyle has received a great task: a commission of five minutes to be written in three weeks. Easy enough without constraints or limitations, but Kyle must write, record, and produce this music to fit choreography he in entirely unfamiliar with. Can he do it? Yes, he can.
