Tag: music
Someone titled a release Calming Regularity of Electric Pylons.
Well, there’s nothing to say. Just applauses.
Music is my friend. Understanding, empathic. Forgiving, comforter. A towel to dry tears of sadness. A source for tears of happiness. Liberation and flight. But also a painful thorn. In flesh and soul.
Arvo Pärt – Even if I lose everything (2015)
Fritz Maisenbacher on YouTube commenting Feinberg’s transcription of Bach’s “Organ Triosonata in C major BWV 529, mvt. II. Largo” played by Feinberg himself.
For me, the greatest Bach player of all time. He works only on the total sadness of Bach. Bringing in full light the absolute despair of Bach. And with such elegance! Strange and mourning voices in the darkness. Inviting you to their dark evening.
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No “thumb down” and so goes further this holy way to express Bach, and further the ultimate singing of Feinberg, oh the nightly climax between 2:24 and 2:44… this is beyond my own possible emotional capacity… and the last lights at about 5:33… ade… ade… and the last chord at 6:36, not to be commented…
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Last week, I was in the hospital for another surgery.
Upon me, before and after the operation, I saw faces. I heard voices. Looking at me, talking to me.
And this evening, listening to this music, I understand all of it.
Ill or not, young or old, all these persons, kind nurses, charming anesthetist, competent doctors, royal surgeon, all of them, all of them, with no exception, faced also their terrible destiny, on the Titanic of earthly life… Their eyes are full of love and anguish, in a pathetic mix between life and death.
I came home now, bleeding and suffering, in the tiny hope of a good convalescence, and I listen to Feinberg’s Bach.
He is not an Angel, but he speaks for all of us.
In his hands, our destinies. Pain and sorrow, love, kisses, incandescent lips of desire, and always these dark evenings, and sudden lights, all together.
A complete life.
Bach knew it, Feinberg knows it, all these faces, these smiles, these eyes full of sadness and hope, all of us… all of us…
Let’s Talk About Music – Stefano Bollani
Ever since I was a child, I struggled with the idea that at some point you had to choose a specific path, in music as in life. Read the full page
Music is Art. Art is solace. But true Art must embrace the emptiness of everything, the bitterness of existence itself. The music must be as close as possible to Death, the ultimate salvation. Otherwise, it will just be entertainment, raw fun, ephemeral diversion.
Solace for the Vanity, album “Amaritia”, 2011[🡕]
As for music being a comforting thing in times such as these, I’m sure it is for those who aren’t too depressed to still enjoy it. But music can’t compare with alcohol or drugs, which directly affect one’s emotional state as opposed to music’s indirect effect through our sense of hearing and never fail to provide an escape. Like literature, music is just a harmless form of forgetting the world and doesn’t always work as well as we’d like.
Thomas Ligotti – The Damned Interviews, Tina Hall
We live in a decadent civilisation which robs us of our ability to shape and define our destiny and hence robs us of our spirit and identity. Western man has been gradually separated from his natural environment, his spirituality, his fellow man and finally from himself. Life has been reduced to an animalistic base as we drift from one empty satisfaction of technological convenience to another.
Art and culture no longer carry any grand or heroic ideals but rather seek to stimulate base emotions through ugly and abstract forms. Art and culture rarely serve as little more than distractions from the torment of perception – no longer seeking to order, interpret or explain the world around us but preferring instead to excuse it, replace it or deny it with an increasingly less interactive and more atomised and abstract alternative.
We were promised technological salvation but have been led to an air-conditioned hell by the false idols of progress who sought to remove the struggle from existence, not stopping to think what would be left. For life in essence is struggle and the will to participate in that struggle and make it one’s own is the most sacred characteristic of man.
The Harsh Noise Wall[🡕] is the soundtrack to our spiritually vacuous and culturally bankrupt age. There is no struggle here. There is no spirit. No personality. No society. There is nowhere else to go. Nowhere to progress. This is the end product. This is the end.
“A View From Nihil” in “Triumph of the Broken Will”
Dark ambient moment.
I’m carrying the white flag, and it only makes sense that the music I listen to adjusts to that.
– That was amazing. I wish I could play.
– Take lessons. You’d enjoy playing. If you knew more, you wouldn’t have such a high opinion of my playing.
Elegy
Excerpts of interviews to Thomas Ligotti
Three interviews. Read the full page
Gavazzeni: “Music worsens the man”
Alberto Sinigaglia (“ttL”, La Stampa, insert) Continue reading
Old people, they look back at the good old days, and it was good because they were young. But they act like it was “the day”. No, it was ’cause youth is good: that’s gone, you’re fucked; it’s not the day. And then they reject anything that’s new, it’s like we do with fucking hip-hop, if you’re in your 30s: «Oh, fuck that, that ain’t music, we had music back when 38 Special was around…» What? No. Let’s all fucking kill ourselves for the hypocrisy, right?
Doug Stanhope – Deadbeat Hero
Carmelo Bene – Four Moments on the Whole Nothing – 4°: Art
(Miserable) artists and relative (miserable) consumers. Read the full page
Competitions are for horses, not artists.
BĂ©la BartĂłk, posthumously reported by The New York Times
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Albert Schweitzer (unconfirmed)
Theory of Harmony – Arnold Schoenberg
Life and death are both equally present in the embryo. What lies between is time. Nothing intrinsic, that is; merely a dimension, which is, however, necessarily consummated. Let the pupil learn by this example to recognize what is eternal: change, and what is temporal: being (das Bestehen). Read the full page