1_Digital Wounds 2_Major Rain 3_The Last Tennis Match With My Grandfather 4_Yet Another High School Shooting 5_My Mom Just Got the Only Sewing Machine Available Back Then and Learns 6_Analyzing the Fatal Shot 7_Hammers in the Forest Vault 8_Does God Shoot His Own Particles? In solo pieces, I try to (re)discover instruments, to find something in their substance with which my music could communicate. The harpsichord is an especially challenging case, for its substance is very historical: tones without any possibility of modifying colour or loudness. The harpsichord mechanism either plucks the strings or does not. 1 or 0. Very digital. Suddenly very contemporary. What is in between the ones and zeros? There is this very special instant, between the moment when the finger starts pressing the key and the moment when the plectrum plucks the string. An instant characterized by a mounting pressure. A mechanism that literally triggers a tone. Each tone becomes a shot. Between shots another time. This time may be political, social, private, metaphorical, sporting, humorous, existential, climatic. In this piece I attempt to construct all these different times – the instants and the betweentimes – until the mechanism of playing dissolves and the times change in nature. The piece was written for Mahan Esfahani. For his unique sense of time.