Edited by darci, 16 September 2018 - 12:34 PM.
I must have time for magic
Posted 16 September 2018 - 12:16 PM
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Posted 06 February 2019 - 01:24 PM
Beethoven's opus 130, 131, and 132: I get the chills just contemplating posting about this transcendental music. I use that word because these quartets are beyond beauty.
When the solo violin sounds in opus 131, "crystalline" comes to mind, as Venus might appear on a clear night. Eight minutes into the 4th movement, I see a cascade of colored crystals: not due to the momentary sound, but due to the conditioning imparted by attentively listening all that precedes.
4-1/2 minutes into the second movement of opus 132, I see luminous angels dancing on the head of a pin. In the third movement, I stare into the face of God. And I am atheist!
40+ years ago, I listened to a program on FM radio entitled "Beethoven: His Spiritual Development" featuring excerpts from a book of the same title by J.W.N. Sullivan and, of course, the music. I remember it so clearly because it expanded my reality. I have that book now. And I have the Tokyo String Quartet's rendition.
When I posted this to the Classical Music Community on G+, +Mari Christian commented:
The last Beethoven Quartets are sublime. I also adore the "Grosse Fuge", which originally was written as the last movement of Op. 130. But, it was so challenging to the audience of 1826 that Beethoven was persuaded to write a more conventional final movement, and leave the Grosse Fuge as a freestanding monument to his genius.The intensely complex piece could easily have been written in 1926. it sounds so modern.
Edited by clumsy, 06 February 2019 - 02:02 PM.
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Posted 07 February 2019 - 12:49 AM
clumsy, i'm so glad you mentioned those works because among them are some recordings on records my dad used to have. i'm sure i just haven't met enough people, but among the people i have met... my father happens to be one of the most interesting people i have ever known. one of the reasons i say so is for his love of this music.
his record collection included a lot of the usual favorites of any man of his generation. but unusually, he also had a lot of records of classical music, and though he probably shared a few albums here and there with me that i remember, the ones which made the most profound mark on me were composed by beethoven, bach, and mozart. i'll never ever forget the first time he invited me into his listening room and demonstrated how to operate the turntable. it was like being shown how to cast a magic spell. your movements were the incantations. and what you conjured was merely the image of a thing, not the thing itself. i wanted to understand music directly. i wanted to know it intimately. i wanted to listen no less than i wanted to compose, if only someone could teach me.
just listen to me! as i type this out, i am realizing i sound just like him, in the way he described things and explained what moved him. i miss my dad so much. god, if i had ten more lifetimes i don't think i could have known him completely. he was distant but when he was close it was almost enough.
it's a universe. a universe all my own. no one else will ever understand this as i do. and when i die, it will be lost forever, and completely. those moments. those precious memories. this is what i face when i take mushrooms. there is no comfortable answer i have found yet, excluding those i can't comprehend and am not ready for. all i know is that living hurts and though there is beauty it is fleeting, and change is forever. what shall we ever do that has any true meaning?
Edited by darci, 07 February 2019 - 12:51 AM.