Musically, I am still on a diet; never listening for mere pleasure, and sticking to a single composer. Ideally, there would be nothing echoing in my head, but what reverberated in Poincaré’s.
Previously, for weeks on end, I stuck not only to a single composer, but to a single composition: D. 960; Goldberg Variations.
Now, however, the playdeck includes quite a number of solo piano pieces by Chopin -- previously not conceived as in the league of Bach or Schubert, but my heavens: these unassuming waltzes and nocturnes can be quite interior, worlds within worlds …
With excellent visuals:
That last one, with the score:
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