Friday, August 22, 2008

Bach's "Well Tempered Clavier" by Blandine Verlet

I don't like uploading music but this was a must. Blandine Verlet's renderings of the "Well Tempered Clavier" are far beyond imagination. I heard about it from Fred Camper, searched for it for years and finally found it on a small shop in Paris in 2007. I was so happy. Then, I listened, thought it wasn't that good (people who know me know these stories really well).

After a few listenings my thought was dancing with Blandine's fingers and the sound-waves uttered by the CD player. If you find the same 6-CD-set somewhere, pay what they ask for it.

Here's the link to the mp3 of something from the second "Well Tempered Clavier" CD. Gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh! The thanks (and the apologies for uploading the mp3) goes to Astree, the record company.

If you're curious, the main "theme" is repeated 21 times (notwithstanding the BACH-COMPLICATIONS) in a 2:20 piece. Which means it's repeated every 7 seconds. Not that it's a good thing by itself.

Please, watch carefully how long she holds the final note...

dan da da da da dan dan dan dan dan!

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Friday, February 16, 2007


Listening to Beethoven's Late Sonatas these days. by Pollini. Wonderful, indefinite stuff.

You can read here a testament he wrote to his brothers and two love letters by Beethoven.

Here is a quote from the testament:
"But what a humiliation for me when someone standing next to me heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone standing next to me heard a shepherd singing and again I heard nothing. Such incidents drove me almost to despair; a little more of that and I would have ended my life. It was only my art that held me back. Oh, it seemed to me impossible to leave the world until I had forth all that I felt was within me. So I endured this wretched existence, truly wretched for so susceptible a body, which can be thrown by a sudden change from the best condition to the worst. Patience, they say, is what I must now choose for my guide, and I have done so - I hope my determination will remain firm to endure until it pleases the inexorable Parcae to break the thread. Perhaps I shall get better, perhaps not; I am ready. - Forced to become a philosopher already in my twenty-eight year, oh, it is not easy, and for the artist much more difficult than for anyone else."

Answer this one then:

- Why did Beethoven kill his chickens?
Because they wouldn't stop chanting "Bach, Bach, Bach!"

- How did Beethoven kill the chickens?
He baroque their necks!

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