Tone Binds Us


"Music" as the word is used these days has little resemblance to what I am talking about when I use the word.  To me, music describes a world of potential inside of which I may, or may not, find sounds whose potency shocks, delights, or terrifies me, depending on the circumstances.
It is far from the static, easily replicated commodity that permeates every commercial environment - like the coffee shop where I met a friend this morning.  As I sat down to await her, the background produced one of the chamber repertoire's most mysterious and powerful works, the Schubert B-flat Piano Trio, a work which I have performed and studied in depth, to such an extent that I feel that I truly get it.
Having had hand surgery a few years ago there is no prospect of my ever again performing it.  As I sat there I couldn't help but notice that I was not regretting that fact, not one bit.  The simple reason is that too many professional musicians play,  as did those on the recording, without noticing the work at all.  
Notes are not music.  Not even right notes. 


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