My last two posts have given my friends quite a few laughs. I could post an entire series on it, if I had the guts to keep my ad out there. Perhaps those posts about courtship gone awry were a bit of a digression. Then again, maybe not...
We have heroes from afar, the heroes we welcome home, the heroes in the news, we have heroes we call our friend...and we have the hero we call our lover - the one we give our all to, in all ways. The one we hope to find, or are glad we did. Life is not perfect, and love never is. But there is something deeply embedded in passion, dreams, and hopes that goes deeper than those awful, hollow grasps that I wrote about in my prior two posts -- those flailing, cheap internet flings are like all things Las Vegas - - cheap, hollow, shallow -- easy to get, easy to dump, easy to lose, easy to trash.
Yet, in all life's imperfections and mistakes, the real forever begins with someone willing to be a friend, a protector, to others, and then maybe someday to me. When I see that, it is what makes him my hero, my irresistable. Until then, I hold my melodies for him, and play them anew, everyday.
But, for him, even if I never find him, I love this piece, it is a piece I am learning right now. I play piano a lot, just to keep melody rich in my life, and because I simply love it. Sometimes music says more than words. The piece is Debussy's Reflets dans l'eau (Reflections in the Water).
Claudio Arrau, easily one of the best pianists of the last century, plays the piece in this video and I like this performance, as he makes a few mistakes. (But a million fewer than me!) So it's imperfect, just like love. It's played with the force of passion that knows something deeper, richer, more powerful. . .yet when I play this piece I struggle and trip through it, as we struggle through love, and the search for it.
The music says it all better than I could. It's the real thing that goes deeper, far deeper, than most may ever know. Wink wink.
An interpreter must give his blood to the work interpreted. — Claudio Arrau
Since in music we deal with notes, not words, with chords, with transitions, with color and expression, the musical meaning always based on those notes as written and nothing else - has to be divined. Therefore any musician, no matter how great an instrumentalist, who is not also an interpreter of a divinatory order. . . is somehow one-sided, somehow without spiritual grandeur. — Claudio Arrau
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