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Andy Vores (born 1956) is a Welsh classical music and opera composer. He has lived in the United States since 1986 and is based in Boston, Massachusetts.
Vores studied composition at Lancaster University in Lancaster, England. He initially focused on playing drums and keyboards in local rock bands, but his studies under the tutelage of composer Edward Cowie switched his focus to writing classical music. He received first prize in the Kucyna International Composition Competition at Boston University in 1985, and the following year he returned to Massachusetts as a Fellow in Composition at Tanglewood. His work Hammer and Darkness, Mirror and Knife, written in the summer of 1986, won the Tanglewood Prize for Composition. Also in 1986, he met pianist Patricia Thom, whom he later married, and decided to take up residence in the U.S.
In 1992, Vores became Composer-in-Residence at Bemidji State University in Bemidji, Minnesota. In this one-year position, he was first person to receive the Interdisciplinary Fellowship established by the American Composers Forum and the Minnesota State University System. In 1999, Vores was named Composer-in-Residence to the FleetBoston Celebrity Series: Emerging Artists in Boston. In 2001, he became Chairman of Composition and Theory at The Boston Conservatory. In 2002, he was named Composer-in-Residence to the New England Philharmonic.
I've shovelled through dust to find you To the point I heard the sound of your mind Memories displayed a secret gallery Cargo on an unmanned freight-train
You tell me the earth is a womb Forging fake centuries Plugging the entrance to a new world Thriving in the realm of your chest
A chromium sun gleams in your eyes Like a hatched-out horizon it bleaches the skies The glowing behemoth came back from somewhere And its chromium chest it breathes
Your skin is a barrier to another world Centuries gone, just came back Music in a silent universe Ancient echoes from pre-historic birds
The desert monument stuttered "Real and dry, hurt and scrape" The hollow moment, battered Is now wiped clean from the sky