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"Some say freedom is free -
But I tend to disagree;
Some say freedom is won,
to the barrel of the gun..."~
Dream Free was conceptualised while melting away in a sentry post at the live firing range - four hours in, an unknown amount of time to go...but 8 months in, and 14 months to freedom.
Fundamentally, the work is a parody of military tunes, but along with that comes a message from a little soldier in the army: bound me to my duty and I will accept it, but you can't stop me from dreaming about freedom.
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Every day starts and ends with us wondering why we're here. Funny thing is, we know the answer. But in the vulnerable one-to-one talks, committed to the boredom of the wilderness, our uniforms soaked with rain, we question anyway. The piece starts off with that image - a solo violin laments to the sky, and his buddies echo him. He takes his time, because there's lots of it, and it moves slowly. His friends, with tired, downcast voices, follow.
Then comes the dance of optimism - every day passed is a day closer to the Friday book-out, every book-out is another reprieve of freedom. The opening theme is set to the tune of "Little Soldiers", from which the introductory epitext of this work is derived. But the theme is inverted - that is, flipped vertically. Originally, "Little Soldiers" is to be sung in unison to a moderate marching rhythm, full of gusto and fire, but its inversion here is set to a mild pizzicato rhythm and played by a solo violin, reflectively and quietly.
The dance of optimism ends on a warm, small chord, which drops into silence. In comes the march of acceptance, based on the classic tune used to accompany the inspection of a parade. The original tune is literally a march, but for the little soldier standing amidst a huge contingent, that tune signifies the passing of another rehearsal - another session fitted into a schedule, another day closer to freedom.
Perhaps, though, there is some pride in standing in a parade. It's a show of military might, and that's the little soldier's duty in an army so much bigger than himself - to stand strong and defend his country. To go through the pain, rigour...whatever they wish to call it, of everyday routines, because there are people to defend. And so the little soldier marches on with pride.
Yet, he dreams. Amidst the fanfares pounding in his head and all the shouting going around, he dreams. He dreams in the chaos of mission exercises and the peace of his bunk bed. And day by day, freedom - that beautiful freedom he had never cherished before - becomes closer and closer of a reality.