This morning I woke up with the brilliant idea of sending LSB a recording of my piano-playing. Then the problem - what to play for the love of my life? Something not overly cheery - neither of our dispositions tends towards carnivalism (yes, my made-up word. I shall petition to Derrida's memory.) Something that sounds warm and lovely and appropriately romantic. Something that wouldn't make my philistine boyfriend think immediately of 'that techno remix by random anorexic Taiwanese star'.
Unfortunately there's nothing in my repertoire that quite fits the bill. So in the end I decided I'd just have to learn a new piece. I dug up a copy of Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata, sight-read and practised a couple of times, just to get the hang of things. Then I played the 1st bit of the 2nd movement for him. After about 30 recordings and two hours, I settled on one version and emailed it (together with all my love and a lengthy mushy coupla paragraphs) to LSB...
Turns out he can't seem to open it.
Ok.
Oops sorry. Don't mind me. Just stumbling my way through life and love. *trips over own feet*
(Seriously, that should be my motto: 'stumbling my way through life and love'.)
Anyway, I'll probably let LSB listen to it at some point, but of course it's no longer a 'grand romantic gesture' and more like a 'ok, do I really have to listen to this? your playing sucks' kind of scenario.
BUT just because it will forever be associated in my mind with the general screwed-uppedness of life doesn't mean that you guys can't listen to the music now. :P
I searched through Youtube and can't find a single version of the 2nd movement that I like. *sigh* It seems everyone plays it much slower than I like it. Nevertheless, here's Zimemann (don't ask me who he is) with Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata (in C minor), 2nd movement:
It's really a lovely piece.
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