Musings

David talks with composer Ania Vu about her new work written for the NCMF Winter Baroque concert.

I love winter: the low afternoon sun, footsteps crunching on new snow, huddling in bed under a comforter...

Bringing music to the streets: Covid 19, the summer of 2020, and "quartet caroling" in Newburyport neighborhoods .

I asked past artists of NCMF to choose a surprise performance for our audience.

Scott Devereaux (tuba): A conversation with David Yang, Artistic Director NCMF

I asked past artists to choose a surprise performance as a treat for our audience.

Eliana Yang: A conversation with Beth Clary, President of NCMF Board

I asked past artists to choose a surprise performance as a treat for our audience.

I asked past artists to choose a surprise performance as a treat for our audience.

I asked past artists to choose a surprise performance as a treat for our audience.

Eric Ewazen: A conversation with David Yang, Artistic Director NCMF

I asked past artists to choose a surprise performance as a treat for our audience.

I asked past artists to choose a surprise performance as a treat for our audience.

David Yang in conversation with Beth Clary, President of the NCMF Board

I asked past artists to choose a surprise performance as a treat for our audience.

Despite general weirdness everywhere, we’re determined to make NCMF 2020 joyful.

For 19 years, the festival has taken over the town for a week in August.

David chats with Sébastien van Kuijk whose visitwas foiled by COVID-19

I will occasionally post conversations with the artists who were scheduled to come this summer.

The pain started as a dull ache in my abdomen around New Rochelle; by Stamford I was doubled over in agony.

In 1982 I received the best birthday present of all time: a Sony Walkman WM-R2.

Some of you have been wondering what we are going to do this summer.

To state the obvious, one person’s definition of “pleasing sounds” can be another’s fingernails against a blackboard.

Recently I’ve noticed the call of a Very Loud Bird I don’t recall hearing outside my window in the morning.

Why can’t I get enough of sad music and why does it feel so good?