
Eclipse of the Moon from the Backyard
Koji Asano Paragon Ensemble
Work for cello, percussion, contra bassoon and cherbulum commissioned for Instal in collaboration with Paragon
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Work for cello, percussion, contra bassoon and cherbulum commissioned for Instal in collaboration with Paragon
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