In the closing bars of Rachmaninoff’s Prelude 10, Opus 32, we hear an airy, arpeggiated B major chord climb the keys, only to chromatically and resignedly sink back down to a low, closely spaced B minor chord, upon which the piece ends.
From my limbs slipped off the lethargy of sleep
From my eyes fell slivers of pain and milky film
From my skin chaste waters washed away
If, like me, Satie’s work holds meaning for you, I invite you to examine the hidden intricacies of his other works, all examples of an intelligent mind’s ability to mold beauty from simplicity using a deep understanding of craft.
As a second-year Music student at Cambridge, I’d like my writings to convey to you the intense wonder, appreciation, and even transcendence I feel in relation to composition and music appreciation, often through music history, the philosophy of music, analysis, or a blend of the three. Philosophy, cinema, literature, language and the visual arts are also areas that I dip into, so expect anything from a spiel on a single painting, bits of prose, or an in-depth etymology of my favourite words. The common aim and motivation of my writings is aesthetic appreciation, unabashed enthusiasm, and a profound love of humanity. Oh, and a self-conscious desire for luftmensch status.