Partita no 2, BWV 1004 – J.S. Bach
by richibi
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if I haven’t spoken much about Bach
until now it’s that, although he is at
the very start of our modern music,
having in fact set up its very alphabet,
the scale we’ve been using since, he
is nevertheless as different from our
own era in music as Shakespeare is
to us in literature, both are stalwarts,
but we no longer say, for instance,
thee or thou, nor write in iambic
pentameter, nor do we dance
gavottes at court, nor congregate
at church to hear cantatas
the turning point is the Enlightenment,
also called the Age of Reason, when
the concept of God was being
questioned, if not even debunked, and
the mysteries of nature were being
rationally resolved, handing authority
to knowledgeable individuals instead
of to popes
by the time of Mozart and Haydn, a
secular tone was gradually pervading
all of the arts, devoid of any religious
intentions, sponsors were private
rather than clerical
Bach had indeed been hired by a prince,
Leopold of Anhalt-Köthen, but was
appointed court musician at his ducal
chapel, Nikolaus l, Prince Esterházy
wanted Haydn’s music, rather, for his
court entertainment, and for himself
as well, incidentally, as a fellow baryton
player
Mozart was also employed by a prince,
but left when he wasn’t being payed
well
times haven’t changed much, see
Trump, for instance
after the French Revolution, there was
not much call for religious music,
human rights took the place of God,
liberté, égalité, fraternité, and all that,
not to mention the American Bill of
Rights, and that’s the route we’ve
been following ever since, for better
or for worse
but hey, we’re still reading Shakespeare,
and still listening to Bach, and loving
both of them, some of us
here’s some more Bach for old times’
sake, his Partita no 2 for solo violin
a partita is just a series of dance suites
– an allemande, a courante, a sarabande,
a gigue, and a chaconne, in this case – I
don’t think anyone other than Bach ever
wrote some, but his are sublime
it’s kind of like my calling my own
stuff prosetry, for whatever infinity
that word might ever deliver, though
no one else might ever use that term
again
listen also to a transposition of its
celebrated last movement, the
Chaconne, for left-hand piano, in
this instance, as transposed by
Brahms, a precursor to Ravel’s
Concerto in G major for the Left
Hand, written for Paul
Wittgenstein, an already
accomplished pianist – the much
more famous philosopher,
Ludwig‘s, brother – who’d lost his
right hand during the First World
War, and who’d hopefully be
inspired, by such positive
reinforcement
art, music, poetry thrives on such
heartfelt expressions of sympathy,
compassion, communion
art is the faith that we rely on now
that God/dess is gone
R ! chard