It really is music I always get back to, the music itself and the music of life. Melody and rhythm playing in a subtle interaction with each other, like colour and perspective in a painting, light and frame in a picture, shape and material of a sculpture, adventure and unexpected in life........
Music can terribly make you suffer too-
I have recently discovered Britten's Death in Venice
It was terrifying. I wanted to cry and scream at the same time; it was painful and it was going to be my longest journey through musical suffering. I ran out as soon as it was done to catch air and try not to get overwhelmed, of course I did. I felt morose, the world seamed to weigh with all of its heavy unhappiness on my shoulders. In deaf rhythms of the city's night I went home incapable to absorb any more sound. Deep inside I longed for lightness & stability.
J'ai découvert une partition dure, au sens "éprouvant" et je rentre comme assommée, vidée...avec une envie grandissime d'écouter Mozart ou Chopin pour retrouver espoir et envie en même temps d'être incapable de passer à autre chose avant d'avoir digéré ce roc. (À propos de Death in Venice, La Monnaie, January 2009)
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