Recently, I have been considering single notes. In much of my repertoire for my last performance - the music frequently dwelt on sustained notes. The 2nd movement of Bach's G minor flute sonata, Gluck's Dance of the Blessed Spirits, Faure's Pavanne. .... this is quite an obvious observation to make.... but I am taking pleasure in this. How much can be got from a single note? Why - or HOW - can a note be exquisite? As Spring edges in a little on Winter, I start to take pleasure in single things - a colour, a sound, a smell, a feeling. Things can become very cluttered. Music can become very cluttered. Life is cluttered. I think it is an illusion to believe that things, anythings, are simple.... but the elemental things have to be appreciated - polished, enjoyed, loved - otherwise everything is dull and sad. The photo was taken last Spring by my mum - my daughter and I enjoying the daffodils.
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