It’s been well over four years since I attended the premiere of Dylan Mattingly’s Achilles Dreams of Ebbets Field. At the time, I wrote:
. . . the vital, fearless pianist Kathleen Supové invited Mattingly to compose a work for piano—anything he wanted, of any length. Could Supové, or even Mattingly himself, outsized dreamer though he is, have predicted just how big it would become? Continue reading