Today, Chopin would have been 201 years My intimate
know my love for Chopin. Like any love, it happens to intellectual and rational considerations. He escapes even, at times, to my own analysis, and it is great. But because I thought a lot about love over the years, I've managed to get responses that allow me to better understand it. It goes without saying that a few key moments have accompanied my journey into the lair of my lasting friendship with Frédéric Chopin.
I'm not from a family of musicians, or intellectuals, but soon, Chopin had signed a pact with my loneliness, the conditional to experience music, perhaps of despair. When he arrived - it was summer, a hot sun beat and crossed windows, I was in the lounge of the family home, it was about 18 pm - Polish engineering has not requested permission and required no thanks. He came in without saying anything and left as silently.
There is a little over ten years, I was a music store for classical music in a large bookstore in Plateau Mont-Royal. Every day, I unwrapped a considerable number of discs that I listened to myself and listening again "to the ear . Before the advent of Youtube and Musicme, there was no other way to find and compare interpretations. I remember very well my reading of the booklet a beautiful version of Nocturnes by pianist Lilia Rev, where for the first time in my life, I was reading about Chopin, the word "genius" such that employed by the author of the book to describe the art of the composer. That word "genius," I never dared to append to Chopin, for fear of being judged - a victim of my own subjectivity, I kept almost entirely to me that love - I confirmed that my admiration for the musician was based . After reading the book, I began to walk more briskly, to speak more freely about the author of mazurkas. The fear has disappeared, I breathed his name in conversations, even those who do not treat music.
few weeks later the same year, I was browsing an article on Scriabin. To my delight, I discovered that during his childhood and adolescence, the Russian composer did not spend a day without studying the scores of Chopin. It is even said that he kept these partitions, fiercely under his pillow! Item staggering my reading, I learned that Scriabin called the Polish genius father. This revelation was a shock for me, and I immediately exclaimed: "But who then is the real father of Scriabin?". I understand now the crack of the composer, supreme goddess of music.
past few weeks, Chopin obsesses me seriously. It is there, everywhere, every day and every hour, circling my house, in the subway, in buses and in the street. I talk to him, he replied, he whispers, I fumed and left speechless. Is that because today I have the age of the composer that I scoff at all this as strongly collusion? Although they are not new, they concern in recent weeks, at depths to the confines of my senses.
few weeks ago, a dear friend presented me with a book. The ghost of Chopin Thierry Martin Scherrer. Analyzes and links the author makes this test relate to the level of poetic mystery object. Fascinating, dreamlike and sweetly sinister in tone, this book, bought in Paris - where Chopin rests - is not available in Quebec.
My night was not planned - it's what I love the night, there is no need to establish order, but rather to dream for that we succeed - and at midnight, I went for a ride on Youtube. Curious to hear and see candidates Chopin International Piano Competition (held every 5 years is probably the most important piano competitions in the world), I am connected to the site and saw benefits so dazzling that some of them have even managed to shoot me some tears. I remembered this: "This little already plays better than us," said Artur Rubinstein, Maurizio Pollini about that, aged only 18, won first prize in 1960 at the famous contest. These words of pianist dandy - then a member of the jury - rang high while listening to the young Asian interpret First Ballade in G minor . You'll find the link below if you're curious - is it strange that despite such a beautiful performance, the pianist has failed to make the final. We will question the functioning of competition and the criteria for jury selection ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0sTM0HVzPY&feature=fvsr
Obviously, my love of Chopin, and he alone, which forces me to write tonight. If Mozart knew so well integrated into my life, because my relationship with Chopin was invulnerable and accomplished. And if I can today to love literature as well, because during all that time when books were missing from my life, the piano serves as a library. Happy Birthday
Frycek!
"The share of the shadow is almost zero at the entrance of his life. At exit, the share of light is zero. The sun hung in his parents' back, he launched into his shadow. The shadow stretches over the road and years, thousands of kilometers. The setting sun, it stretches further. Buried alive, he stretches it along, member against member. Accepting the day that flower in bloom. Leaning on his shadow still further, it will eventually spoil her.
( The Phantom of Chopin, Thierry Martin Scherrer)