sing me to heaven

i miss music so much. it was such a big part of my life throughout high school. choir, band (as horrible as ours was), even contemporary crap i used to be so into. i never make time for it anymore and it makes me sad. i hardly sang at all in college, maybe i should have sacrificed my social happiness to be in that (seemingly at least) self-righteous and self-absorbed choir. just going to church choir practice sunday brought back so many good memories, if you have ever heard our church choir you would really wonder how it could invoke any good memories =)

there are many things i wish i did more often. much better uses of my time. but one of the things i regret most is not improving on the piano. i still have a little time, luckily. and i can at least enjoy listening to other people's perfect performances of great songs. tonite im listening to three of beethoven's sonatas. i happened to glance at the cd book that came with it, nothing more than about 4 pages of written description of the piano pieces. im so glad i did. reading this makes me wish i had taken the path my sister took... a music major. it seems pretty worthless in a practical way if you dont plan on teaching or composing. but the lifelong value of understanding music, i mean really understanding music. thats priceless.

i also wish i could write like this =)

"The left-hand deploys sad, solemn, widely-spaced chords, sustained long enough for the vibrations of the instrument to die away gradually into each one; over them, the lower fingers of the right hand sketch an unchanging arpeggio accompaniment, its shape hardly varying from the first bar to the last, while the remaining fingers intone a sort of lament, a flowering in melody of that sombre harmony." -- of the adagio from the 'moonlight sonata'

"In the finale, the extremely rapid ascending arpeggios are dramatically highlighted, and lead to violently hammered chords. What was painfully supressed in the adagio here pours out convulsively." -- of the last movement, presto agitato

and writing about the happy second movement in the middle he says it's "a flower poised between two abysses".

the reaction reading this is funny. ive never really felt anything much for poetry. maybe listening to the music at the same time helped. oh another weird thing, this is a translation from italian. i wish i could someday translate to english in this way.

just doing a little sharing, sorry if ive bored you =)