after the großartig composers...
there can only be
the great pianists...
you can do all you want
appreciating someone like
joe satriani:
but a guitar can never
become a piano:
none of that hushes suspense
of a piano soloist...
even a violin requires back-up
(akin to schindler's list
main theme)...
but... piano...
schumann,
satie,
debussy,
chopin,
liszt...
schubert...
campanella's
reinterpretation of wagner...
a piano can stand
alone,
and doesn't even,
remotely,
require the harangue
of an orchestra
(listen 'ere,
you uneducated swine -
sort of scenario)...
no opera...
but piano:
like... listening to the uniformity
of rain drops
falling onto a tin roof...
mind you:
i have to return
to the slaughterhouse music
of modernity
with its heavy influence
on stressing rhythm, drum...
as much as i do enjoy
the aloofness,
the ivory tower music...
i have to come down
to the horse-hooves
and buckles
of THUMP... THUMP...
as much as i appreciate it...
i can't be sat
next to these porcelain
aenemics for long...
from on high,
to from down below...
i need the current music
of the slaughterhouse.
- but only a piano can pierce
the silence...
and relieve something
akin to the royal albert
concern hall...
with an unanimous
revelation of...
that trembling
before the satiated
sound of: a sigh;
as if to confirm:
yes... you are alive.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
after the großartig composers...
there can only be
the great pianists...
you can do all you want
appreciating someone like
joe satriani:
but a guitar can never
become a piano:
none of that hushes suspense
of a piano soloist...
even a violin requires back-up
(akin to schindler's list
main theme)...
but... piano...
schumann,
satie,
debussy,
chopin,
liszt...
schubert...
campanella's
reinterpretation of wagner...
a piano can stand
alone,
and doesn't even,
remotely,
require the harangue
of an orchestra
(listen 'ere,
you uneducated swine -
sort of scenario)...
no opera...
but piano:
like... listening to the uniformity
of rain drops
falling onto a tin roof...
mind you:
i have to return
to the slaughterhouse music
of modernity
with its heavy influence
on stressing rhythm, drum...
as much as i do enjoy
the aloofness,
the ivory tower music...
i have to come down
to the horse-hooves
and buckles
of THUMP... THUMP...
as much as i appreciate it...
i can't be sat
next to these porcelain
aenemics for long...
from on high,
to from down below...
i need the current music
of the slaughterhouse.
- but only a piano can pierce
the silence...
and relieve something
akin to the royal albert
concern hall...
with an unanimous
revelation of...
that trembling
before the satiated
sound of: a sigh;
as if to confirm:
yes... you are alive.