What she’s saying I don’t understand—and it doesn’t matter.
Moniek Darge and her music boxes, Belgium (Ghent), 2011
basement jukebox
The Capitalaires, “Holy Ghost” (c. 1964)
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lagniappe
reading table
This road—
no one goes down it,
autumn evening.—Matsuo Basho (1644-1694; translated from Japanese by Robert Hass)
only rock ‘n’ roll
Vexx, live, San Diego, 2014
never enough
Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827), String Quartet No. 14 (Op. 131, C-sharp minor; 1826); Takács Quartet, live
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
Opus 131 . . . is routinely described as Beethoven’s greatest achievement, even as the greatest work ever written. Stravinsky called it ‘perfect, inevitable, inalterable.’ It is a cosmic stream of consciousness in seven sharply contrasted movements, its free-associating structure giving the impression, in the best performances, of a collective improvisation. At the same time, it is underpinned by a developmental logic that surpasses in obsessiveness anything that came before. The first four notes of the otherworldly fugue with which the piece begins undergo continual permutations, some obvious and some subtle to the point of being conspiratorial. Whereas the Fifth Symphony hammers at its four-note motto in ways that any child can perceive, Opus 131 requires a lifetime of contemplation. (Schubert asked to hear it a few days before he died.)
—Alex Ross, “Deus Ex Musica,” New Yorker, 10/20/14
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lagniappe
art beat: yesterday at the Art Institute of Chicago
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890), The Poet’s Garden, 1888