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Joey Guidone [NYTimes]
I count ninety-six pieces of J.S. Bach’s “Das Wohltemperirte Klavier” (The Well-tempered Clavier — does “tempered” mean “tuned”?). I don’t know if ninety-six is the canonical count. I may have miscounted. I purchased the recording from iTunes some years ago and usually access it on my iPhone. I’ve never listened to the whole series in one sitting because it goes on for hours. I stake out arbitrarily a dozen or so pieces, and switch to Laurindo Almeida or Charlie Byrd when I realize I’ve listened to music that has a dizzying torrent of notes struck at unstintingly strict tempo, now with muscular dexterity, now with serene detachment, by Angela Hewitt long enough, not to want to pierce my temple with an icepick necessarily, but to become testy.
It’s me, not Bach (or Ms. Hewitt).
I feel like this profligate genius, this “stolid” family man and church organist, Herr Bach, is having his way methodically and sublimely with musical mysteries that are over my head. It’s not narrative music like “Night on Bald Mountain” or “Peter and the Wolf.” It’s cerebral, even somewhat technical music, I surmise, and I would give a lot to get guidance from a musician (or musicologist?) who would help me not just listen to these exercises — is that what they are? — but also understand what they’re doing. This hankering for greater insight reminds me a little of the pleasure I get from conjugating model verbs, both regular and irregular. It’s the savoring of ordered complexity, of the serried rigor of eighth-notes and inflections. It’s diving past the petty shore ripple and into the big waves where the serious surfers play. Except I’m not that strong a musical swimmer, or maybe the metaphor requires me to say I don’t have a surfboard.
It strikes me that with painting I don’t need someone to tell me what I’m seeing, even if it’s otherworldly, but with music I’m over my head, at least in Baroque waters, though I must say I have a much better time with Bach’s cello compositions. I’ve heard them adapted to guitar, also, and either way they sound more modern and less… mechanical (an ugly word) to me.
I fantasize fishing out my Ramírez from its velvet coffin and laboriously fingering by ear — I’m not fluent in notation but I have a wicked ear — some of the melodic lines that Bach puts out in this torrent of keyboard music. Maybe translating patches of it to the fretboard will help me get smarter at listening to it.
[Copyright (c) 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.]
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A Pause to Reflect About Blogging
Selfie, JMN.
In several postings I’ve tapped a vein of old correspondence to my mother that describes events I forgot ever happened and thoughts I forgot I ever had. It’s a bit like clinically examining an earlier version of yourself preserved in a jar.
In the last fragment I posted I was struck by how eerily prescient it seemed in light of today’s happenings. In that 1987 moment I question reaction to the press’s treatment of Reagan when he was president, and I defend the fourth estate’s prerogative to pose tough questions to holders of elected office. That post has garnered virtually no response, and I think I’m learning why.
Just recently I read a useful advisory piece by a fellow blogger about successful blogging. It said, among many things, that blog posts were more likely to attract notice and approval if they were useful. My Reagan post, intriguing as it might be to me on a personal level, isn’t useful, instructive or entertaining. It merely adds to the volume of contentious noise already out there that must be as exhausting to many as it is to me.
I don’t want my posts to be too frequent, too lengthy, or too topical. Nor do I want to overload them with autobiography or confession. I want to write and share things that are edifying, amusing, informative, maybe provocative or puzzling, but not inflammatory. Also not shallow or superficial too often, I hope.
If I excavate anything else from 1987 or elsewhere to exhibit on EthicalDative, I intend to give extra thought before publishing to whether it’s noteworthy — likely to be useful in some way — to the blogging audience I’m privileged to encounter.
(c) 2018 JMN.