I wrestle with how many words I want to devote to this ditty.
I like it. It was, as an old preschool teacher
would say, very lovely. But, I wrestle
with its Mozartian purity. If the first
set of piano concerts were young Mozart’s dabblings using other people’s work,
how much should I chew on it? I listened to the piece for a few hours as I
cleaned the house the other day. It worked great for helping my efforts, which
one could take as either good or bad. The music, particularly the first and third
act, energized. Light lively stuff. Kind of what some people think of when they
think of Mozart. Even the slower second,
had a hint of drama, but was still more peace-lashing and less trial-tinkering.
Yet… It was single layered. When I
write, I like to listen to classical music. It stirs the right moods. It invokes. All while not distracting… I’m listening to
this concerto right now as I write. And, I don’t want distracting songs. But… It
is the distracting songs that I remember. The ones I have to stop what I’m
doing. I have to listen to. No matter how many times I’ve heard. The songs that
stir something in my gullet.
So if you’re asking, whether or not I like the piece? I do.
I like it very much. I just can’t really
describe what it does to me. Gives me energy? Yeah, but simply saying, ‘this
song energizes’, doesn’t seem like much of a blog blurb.
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