But when it comes to music like this...who cares?
Ashkenazy is fast becoming my favorite Chopin interpreter, FWIW. But I'm also finding that when I hear Chopin's music lately...it makes me want to cry.
I think that began when I was playing the F minor Etude...and thought about that poor man, dying of consumption at only 39. And yeah, I know everybody died of consumption in those days, unless you had a constitution of steel and/or were extremely lucky...because there was no penicillin.
But still.
There are many musicians who died young, about whom the question can be asked, "What would they have achieved if they'd lived longer?"
Mozart.
Schubert.
And, of course, Chopin.
We can only hope they're in the heavenly realms writing all that stuff they never got to on earth...and we'll get to hear it.
Until then, enjoy this little piece of heaven here!
Thoughts?
Janny
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