“Where other people keep diaries in which they record their momentary feelings, etc, Schubert simply kept sheets of music by him and confided his changing moods to them; and his soul being steeped in music, he put down notes when another man would resort to words.”
– Robert Schumann, letter to to Friedrich Wieck, 1829
I’d like to, as stupefying of a proclamation (perhaps shameless too) as it is, get to know just about everything about: Bach, Beethoven, Schubert, Brahms. If we must talk about the goals of human life, I think this can be already a rather substantial one.
I’ve always thought that there’s much of a similarity between Chinese romanticism and Germanic romanticism (up until… perhaps even the Expressionists). But recently, I’m not quite sure if it’s just a similarity between my own idea of romanticism (“idea” is perhaps misleading; I don’t think we can form, logically, an “idea” about something like romanticism) and Germanic romanticism.
Why do I even begin to tear when I read the text of the very last stanza of the first song Gute Nacht from “Winterreise”.
Will dich im Traum nicht stören,
Wär schad’ um deine Ruh’.
Sollst meinen Tritt nicht hören -
Sacht, sacht die Türe zu !
Schreib im Vorübergehen
Ans Tor dir: Gute Nacht,
Damit du mögest sehen,
An dich hab’ ich gedacht.
滴淌的雨水，云雾缠绕着山腰就像这段你的记忆缠绕着我的灵魂。
看着你那双带有泪痕的双眼，我没有一个字说得出来。只有看见自己轻轻放在你脸颊的手，我才发现这是我第一次失去控制力。
我多希望，那一瞬间，我也许触摸到了你的灵魂。
或许你没有存在过。
昨天晚上和梓君又坎了一晚上，结果电话断了。
昨天去听一个庆祝Robert Mann的音乐会。其中主持人与听众听他畅谈音乐，生活。每次我看到一个白发的老人站在台上，还是在倾诉他一生对音乐的爱与执著，总会很受感动。
他讲到了关于现在年轻的音乐家包括音乐学生步入职业生涯太早，真正花在音乐学习上的时间被剥削掉了。虽然我同意这种看法，可是现在的社会普遍喜爱年轻的音乐家，逆流而上是很难的。这是否是一种”freak show”现象？年纪大小的作用在作曲家，作家，导演，画家等他们在成名的时候好像远比不上在音乐家这里看到的大；而真正老的音乐家也仅有那么几个。
我也不知道我到底想说些什么。
另外还有一点，他提到当初组建Juilliard String Quartet的时候，他们想要达到的目的是，”Play the music composed by the dead men in the way as if it could be composed in the modern time; and play the modern music and play with such ease and understanding so it could sound as if composed a long time ago.”
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Hudson河对岸新泽西的天是银蓝色的，可是曼哈顿头顶的天已经是绒丝般的黑了。河水反回来的光，初亮的街灯，古老建筑打上去的装饰灯，把眼前打造成了一个摄影棚。此时，生命变成了一场戏。
久时，乌云散去，我居然抬头再曼哈顿里看到了黑夜里耀眼的群星。
I think I finally have a confident and complete answer for this question, for this stage of my life. I’d like to record it down.
“Who is/are your favourite composer/composers?”
J.S.Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms.
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