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the late sonatas of Beethoven‏

"Music" - Gustav Klimt

Music (1895)

Gustav Klimt

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the last three sonatas of Beethoven have
always seemed to me a progression, the
first two being sketches for the third,
however accomplished these earlier ones
might’ve individually nevertheless been

they are not often heard chronologically,
pianists will usually play the full 32 in a
more representative order, some early,
some middle, some late Beethoven, as
they do, not unreasonably, in even less
comprehensive performances

but it’s instructive to hear them played
in a row

let me point out that the Hammerklavier“,
the piano sonata right before them, opus
106
, had already pronounced, with the
authority of the very Ten Commandments,
the purview of the piano, and by extension
the possibilities inherent in Western music,
or any music, for that matter, yet there was
more to come from this prophet, this
Nietzschean superman

the last sonata, the 32nd, the opus 111, is
his testament, a work of the utmost majesty,
humanity, and reflection, not only a
masterpiece but a prayer, a transcendence,
a musical rendition of the resurrection

this is what I heard one recent Sunday
night at a recital in the city

here are the three by, however, another
pianist, for the performer I saw wasn’t
available on the Internet, but these are
equally, if not even more, effective,
though the player, a youth still, is a boy
putting on a man’s shoes, audibly, they
are not, however, save for that karmic
insufficiency, a bad at all fit, bad is
never so inspiring

note the short, fast, explosive second
movements in both the 109 and 110,
prefiguring the first movement of 111

note how the last movement of the last
sonata
, instead of merely rendering
what had been considered beautiful
music, as in 109 and 110, breaks
through into a quite other dimension,
an irresistible level spirituality, a
transcendental elevation, an ascension,
a sublime trajectory for the secular age
which ‘d follow

there still hasn’t been heard anything
quite as profound

Richard

on watching broth boil‏

 "The Night of the Water Searcher" -  Stefan Caltia

The Night of the Water Searcher (2005)

Stefan Caltia

_______

though my friend whom I’d advised to
watch water boil probably didn’t heed
my suggestion, on the grounds that
she didn’t have the patience, much
as people who won’t do yoga do
despite the evident benefits, not
even myself for that matter, I’ve
continued to watch not only water
boil, identifying its myriad
permutations, but broth as well for
its incidence in homemade soup,
rice and, inadvertently lately, hot
toddies

before it erupts into a boil, a froth
will foam forming miniature bubbles
each the colour of rainbows until
they pop from the pressure that’s
built beneath them

Annie Lennox was on, I’d purchased
the video from iTunes of her latest
superb concert, to spend a quiet
evening while the chicken bones,
herbs and vegetables simmered

I haven’t yet even considered
watching anything simmer though,
certainly not yet broth

therefore Annie Lennox

her concert, “Nostalgia“, was a
recollection of blues greats that each
and every one of them had meaning,
roots in my, our, experience, songs
like Georgia“, “Summertime“, “It’s
Just the Nearness of You
“, “You
Belong to Me

I broke down at I Can Dream, Can’t I“,
needed lots of Kleenex

a song is a milestone, anchoring us to
our memories, to who we were then,
each time we hear it, over and over
again, like a chronological refrain,
informing us, each time, who we’ve
become, who we’ve been, if you don’t
remember the time or the place, each
fading in the distance, you remember
the feeling, how you incorporated the
meaning, made it fit you and your
particular ache, made you believe
this song must’ve been written for
you, however outlandish, however
improbable the idea, however
nevertheless real

Proust did the same with a crumpet,
a “madeleine”, dipped in tea, which
opened up for him remembrances
of afternoons at his grandmother’s
imprinted unconsciously on his
senses, and revived inadvertently
by a distant, but unexpectedly
related incident, a time warp

such is also the magic of music,
a means of keeping your soul
together

such is also art

Richard

psst: my eventual cheeseburger
soup, if you can believe it,
with ketchup, mustard, and
even dill pickles, turned out
to be delicious, a wonderful
accompaniment to an
evening of cozy, if
bittersweet, reminiscences

Beethoven’s tribute to spring

Sandro Botticelli - "Primavera"

Primavera (1478)

Sandro Botticelli

_________

if there’s a musical work to perform for
spring what Botticelli‘s Primavera
does with painting, celebrate it, that is,
for the ages, it must be Beethoven’s
“Pastorale”, German for “Pastoral”,
Symphony, usually referred to thus,
with the accent on the last “a”

the composition is expressly narrative,
Beethoven even sets the scene for every
movement, five of them

1 Awakening of cheerful feelings upon arrival in the countryside
2 Scene by the brook
3 Merry gathering of country folk
4 Thunderstorm
5 Shepherd’s song; cheerful and thankful feelings after the storm

he is manifestly using music as language,
descriptive language, you can nearly hear
the flowers grow, you can most definitely
imagine them, you bristle at the crack of
thunder

the subject isn’t specifically spring, but
the spirit is undeniably so, the spring of,
indeed also, the spirit, the buoyancy of
youth

it’s 1808, Beethoven is at the height of
his euphoria, his admiration, and
celebration, of physical nature, he’s
sowing his wild oats

later he’ll address the metaphysical,
but for now he’s still bursting with
unmitigated life, his spring

Richard

psst: see also his “Spring” Sonata, opus 24,
for still more, though less familiar,
vernal, purportedly, magic, Beethoven
didn’t name the sonata, his publisher
did, which is why the “Pastorale”
Symphony
sounds more springlike
than this other more direct, apparently,
offering

which had never been there, essentially,
Beethoven’s primary, anyway, intention,
however lovely the eponymous, the
titular, work
might have in comparison
proven to be

you be the judge, listen

R

“Whatever Works” – Woody Allen


"Clown with Flowers"- Marc Chagall

Clown with Flowers (1963)

Marc Chagall

______

after Existentialism, Camus, Sartre,
after “God Is Dead”, there was
Woody Allen, to let us know that,
you know, Whatever Works“, you
can either jump out ‘ a window or
make the best of it

I am, of course, Boris Yellnikov,
though my girl from Mississippi
hasn’t shown up yet

nor for that matter has my
psychic

maybe I should jump out ‘ a
window

what do you think

watch

Richard

Beethoven Cello Sonata no 3, opus 69 – Gould/Rose‏

 "A Day in March" - Robert Spencer

A Day in March(1918)

Robert Spencer

_________

hot upon having seen a tremendous recital
by two internationally renowned interpreters
of the cello sonatas of Beethoven, neither
could I find their own renditions on the
Internet but their individual performances
only of works by other composers, some
astounding, others not, nor performances
by other artists of the same works I could
wholeheartedly recommend, even the big
ones, sometimes they have an off night

but with Beethoven, Glenn Gould never
lets you down, he is, quite simply, ever
transcendent, watch his Cello Sonata
no 3 of Beethoven, opus 69
, with cellist
Leonard Rose, up as well to so august
a challenge, be unequivocally
transported, don’t not watch, just click,
wow

Richard

Paganini’s First Violin Concerto – Akiko Suwanai‏

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres - "Niccolo Paganini" (c.1819)

Niccolo Paganini (c.1819)

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres

_____________

for Apollo, who alerted me to my error

having egregiously misspelled “Akiko”
in my recent commentaries about Ms
Suwanai, since, however, corrected, I
can only heap upon her greater praise
now for again an immaculate
performance of, this time, Paganini’s
First Violin Concerto
, itself an event,
as atonement

not only does she play this thrilling
masterpiece
with precision and
consummate artistry, this is the
performance with which she wins
the Tchaikovsky Competition, the
one Van Cliburn had secured so
illustriously back in the late Fifties,
at the height of Soviet Communism,
she in 1990, moments only after its
fall, a full, now, 25 years ago

it astounds me that such a talent
would’ve taken so long to reach my
ears, which have been attuned to
Classical music and its
peregrinations for as long as I can
remember

then again there was no ticker tape
parade for Ms Suwanai when she
triumphed
, the world has changed,
it seems such excellence is no longer
so universally paraded, not even
much advertised

the Paganini Violin Concerto was
composed around 1818, late
Beethoven, early Chopin, Paganini
defines for the violin the Romantic
Period, what Chopin did for the piano,
Beethoven had given them the push

if you can get past your astonishment
you’ll note that the foundation of the
piece
is Classical, tight tempi, tonality,
no discordant notes, and repetition
always of the themes, still the triple
pillars of our understanding of music,
its Trinity, despite some strong forays
into their deconstructions, see, for
instance, the haunting George Crumb

what Paganini adds to Classicism is
personality, Romanticism, same as
Beethoven did, and at about the
same time

aristocratic formality was giving way
to the voices of the crowd, some highly
articulate, representative, formidable,
as the shackles of servitude fell with
the French Revolution and human
rights became central, and
indomitable

Richard

“The Voice”‏

"Their Master's Voice" - Michael Sowa

Their Master’s Voice

Michael Sowa

_______

The Voice, a program which has gone
international from its roots in, of all places,
Holland, in 2010, sets out to find big talent
among its contenders

and several can really contend

the contestants are not necessarily local,
a Canadian, for instance, Leona Philippo,
won the Holland competition in 2012,
bravo Leona

the program has proliferated, counting
replications around the world, from, if
you can believe it, Afghanistan to
Australia, Croatia to Cambodia, Canada
to, even, Azerbaijan, I’m not alone in my
enthusiasm, music, it appears, binds the
world

blind auditions are held, wherein the
contestant sings before four eminent
judges whose faces are averted, but
who’ll individually turn should that
voice stir, excite, inspire

should more than one turn, the singer
must choose the mentor who’ll move
him, her, or them along, duos are
eligible, see here already for an
example

each judge ends up with twelve acts

in the battle rounds, the judges divide
their teams into couples, who’ll sing
the same song against each other,
leaving the team with six, judges are
allowed to steal two from the other
three teams who might’ve lost out,
after which the rules become too
byzantine for me to get into, you’ll
have to watch to figure it out, all
available on your computer

my pick of the UK battle rounds pits
Classical Reflection, ethereal twins,
against Emmanuel Nwamadi, a
chthonic, elemental force, they sing
Mike and the Mechanics’ – who,
honey – “The Living Years”

at “La voix”, from Québec, Dominic
Dagenais and Liana Bureau show you
how to incontrovertibly sing “Sing”

hey, as Liana would say, do it

wow, and wow

watch

Richard

“La voix”‏

Quebec, Canada’s distinctly French
province, produces disproportionately
for its size extraordinary talents

La voix“, it’s version of “The Voice”,
vaunts proudly and confidently
performances of the very highest
calibre

worth noting, as showings that could
make your day, listen to Karine and
Mathieu
rival Willie Nelson‘s original
version of the wonderful “You Were
Always on My Mind”

or watch what Annabelle and Lili-Ann
do to the indomitable Tina Turner‘s
“River Deep, Mountain High”

you tell me who’s hot

Sundays on TVA

Richard

“Probability” – Lia Purpura‏

"The Miracle of Light While Flying" - Gerardo Dottori

The Miracle of Light While Flying (1931)

Gerardo Dottori

_________

miracles, like beauty, are in the eye
of the beholder

they are astonishing circumstances
sufficient to transcend

if one dares

__________

Probability

Most coincidents are not
miraculous, but way more
common than we think—
it’s the shiver
of noticing being
central in a sequence
of events
that makes so much
seem wild and rare—
because what if it wasn’t?
Astonishment’s nothing
without your consent.

Lia Purpura

__________

ever

Richard

psst:

coincidents, incidentally, are the,
plural, components of a coincidence

coincidences are the components
of, as stated above, miracles

note also “Probability‘s” loose rhymes,
“sequence”, “events”, “coincidents” /
“wasn’t”, “consent” / “more”, “shiver”,
“rare”, like glimpses of gold beneath
a nebulous surface, open to discovery,
something miraculous

F,f for February, father, faith

"Family Feast" (1907) - Niko Pirosmani

Family Feast (1907)

Niko Pirosmani

_______

my sister arrived with her husband two
nights ago on a late flight, my mom had
checked them in at the hotel down the
street they’ve been staying at for the
past few years, we were to meet them
later at the apartment with cold cuts
and assorted friandises, a bottle of
red wine

already they’d made their flight, on not
one but two wings, as it were, and, quite
literally, a prayer, having both been on
standby

we’ve both had the great fortune of
having worked for the airline industry,
each over thirty years, and still enjoy
from it generous benefits, though not
confirmed spaces, mostly

I’d checked the website for its last-
minute passenger count and found
the flight in both sections oversold
with only fifteen minutes to go to
departure time

with not a second to spare I took up
my position before the candle I keep
ever lit for everyone, the needy ones
when the need arises, closed my
eyes, settled my palms on my knees,
my mind on calm, meditated, asked
my father to get them on, my father
is my patron saint of planes, he was
a private pilot, he’s often manifested
himself to us as, transcendentally,
still our purveyor

he purveyed

he purveys

my sister had texted from the flight,
that they were on,
“Yippeeeee !!!”,
she’d enthusiastically related, when
I’d returned from my exalted state
to check if they were on

later I took credit for my dad

nobody objected

but all hadn’t transpired entirely well,
my mom had been checked into an
“upgrade” she knew they probably
wouldn’t want, but had deferred
providentially to the condition, which
at ten at night, however, would be no
time to look into, when they’d arrive,
it’d be seen to in the morning

meanwhile we celebrated

the wine was especially fine

do you do rooms, Dad, my sister
asked, she told us, the next morning
over her coffee, giggled at her
audacity, her communion, with my
father, probably promptly prayed,
then went on with her business

there weren’t any rooms, of course,
available until at least the following
morning, but the more congenial
attendant of the two said he’d take
care of it, leave it to him, which she
did

she’d no sooner returned from a few
preparatory domestic errands than
the phone rang

you won’t believe it, the messenger
said, as I was finding no opening to
consider, the phone rang, it was a
cancellation in the very apartment
you want

the messenger had been an actual
angel

you do do rooms, my sister said she
told my dad, we’ve all been immersed
in attendant wonder since, and believe
this’ll surely be some holiday

what do you think

they’re here for a month

Richard

psst: my dad died in 1989