Lady Sarah and I toured some spectacle shops today to scare up new glasses for me. Afterwards I headed to my usual Wednesday afternoon haunt, Yorkminster Park Baptist Church, to hear an organ recital. Today
was the last concert before the summer break … wah wah wah … however, Janet
MacFalane Parker had Johann Sebastian Bach’s oh-my-gawd-wonderful Passacaglia
& Fugue in C Minor, BWV 582, on tap. The Passacaglia remains my favourite
piece of music and one of the most beautiful things ever scored, IMHO.
I even used my love of this piece in a novel, placing
it as the sole fixation of Sammie, the eccentric, odd-ball son, who takes to
painting the sheet music on his bedroom walls.
The Passacaglia never fails to elicit emotion. It
takes you on a journey from conflict and grief to sublimity. And always, halfway
through, sits that
section delicately reminiscent of a child’s music box song. And there, for a
moment, you dwell in memories of endless summers, and friends, and the sense of
utter joy that came with feeling what ‘love’ truly meant before being clouded by
sex.
takes you on a journey from conflict and grief to sublimity. And always, halfway
through, sits that
section delicately reminiscent of a child’s music box song. And there, for a
moment, you dwell in memories of endless summers, and friends, and the sense of
utter joy that came with feeling what ‘love’ truly meant before being clouded by
sex.
Amazing for a
piece of music composed three hundred years ago, somewhere between 1703-08. The
score can be found here for those interested in a piano version for four hands.
piece of music composed three hundred years ago, somewhere between 1703-08. The
score can be found here for those interested in a piano version for four hands.
G … get to
practicing! G plays a mean piano. Here he is serenading me while at Zane’s
Grey’s Pueblo on Catalina Island. Awwww … how
romantic.
You must be logged in to post a comment.