Pig, for piano and voice, began as a poem I wrote around 1997. The pig (piano) mocks and flaunts while the voice clings to its idea of virtue and false disgust, railing against the unrepentant, filthy animal. As the singer’s defenses are worn through, the voice gradually becomes more real, more human, and it becomes evident that the pig and the singer are the same, slowly sinking into the quiet pleasure of their own depravity. The first statement and recurring motives hint at a popular song about an old man who had a farm.
Viviane Houle – voice, Margeurite Witvoet – piano