Music
| Drowning by Numbers | ||||
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| Soundtrack album by Michael Nyman | ||||
| Released | 1988 | |||
| Recorded | 1988 | |||
| Genre | contemporary classical music, Minimalist music, film score | |||
| Length | 44:48 | |||
| Label | Virgin, Caroline | |||
| Director | Michael Nyman | |||
| Producer | David Cunningham & Michael Nyman | |||
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| Allmusic | |
The musical score is by Michael Nyman, and is, at Greenaway's specific request, entirely based on themes taken from the slow movement of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Sinfonia Concertante in E flat, K364, bars 58-61 of which are heard in their original form immediately after each drowning. Nyman was alerted to the potential of this piece by Greenaway in the late 1970s and had previously used it as material for part of the score for Greenaway's The Falls and for "The Masterwork" Award Winning Fish-Knife and Tristram Shandy. "Trysting Fields" is the most complicated use of the material: every apoggiatura from the movement, and no other material from the piece, is used.
The album is the tenth by Nyman, and the seventh to feature the Michael Nyman Band.
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