The most self-referential of these pieces. Obviously intentionally lugubrious, from the title and the immediate â€śgentle assaultâ€ť of open fifths. If we live long enough and fully enough, we will all have something that chills us more than any cold or damp ever could. For me, I must embrace this thing without letting it over come me.
Within this piece, in the midst of (to me) agonized open intervals and obviously wailing synthetic tones, I employ my childhood favorite â€śnon-standard scaleâ€ť used and overused in my fledgling compositions, and a series of somewhat disjunctive chords at the conclusion â€“ for me indicative of my (I pray) resolve to not be mastered by the â€śchillâ€ť I most nonetheless accept as a part of my life and being.