Prelude 3

[pianowolfi]

This is one of my recent "discoveries"
I played it on February 14, 2010 and now, just a few days ago, it knocked at the door of my inner ear and I had to search for it. Fortunately, after a bit of thinking, I remembered where it was and so I listened and just started writing it down/editing it right away.

It starts sorta rachmaninoff-esque but soon it leaves this realm and goes other paths. Well...at the end it comes back.

I am grateful that I slowed down in some parts, instinctively, to get all the chromatic chord progressions I heard inside/felt in my body...

(I called it Prelude 3 because I have some other preludes somewhere in my pool)

Easter prelude? Maybe. Happy Easter!

[m1469]

Hi Wolfi,

I'm glad you found this in your pool!  I am listening now and just got to the more "chordal" section (sorry, don't know how to call it, exactly) about half-way through.  I think so far my overall impression is something about the contrasts I've posted about recently, where for me right now, hearing this other texture with the opening in memory brings about a certain musical/emotional affect that is something I love.  Yes, and I have just finished now.  I enjoyed this very much, Wolfi, I love how it just kind of trails off into nothingness ...

[furtwaengler]

My first thought was back to a "healthy complexity." Then in contemplating your own mention of Rachmaninoff - to me one of inflection in the "cello section," that and the accompanying figures reminiscent of the G major prelude op. 32 no. 5. In truth the chromaticism well separates you from Rachmaninoff. What is amazing to me is how solid your architecture can be in the midst of a spontaneous improvisation. I'm having trouble placing a certain resemblance. I'll have to think about it.

[pianowolfi]

Thank you both

Yes Dave I think I have some sort of relation to "architecture" which I guess was always there but not so obviously. Just during the last few years I noticed that I react deeply to architecture and that this must be something "innate" with me, a resonance, maybe from a past life, which also manifests itself in some of my musical attempts. And I must say that I love this and I am grateful to it. More than once I found myself dreaming of "composing" something like the cathedral of Florence, which in all it's proportions and in the balance of it's static energies/forces/directions seems to me very much "frozen music".