Music is nature's language. What it is telling you is to shut up for once and listen.

 

I love listening to Chopin before I go to sleep. Before I turn off the computer at five in the morning and crawl to bed to give my body a couple of hours of the rest it has been crying for, I like to give my brain a rest too and put on some Chopin. Usually the nocturne in e-flat.

     
 

 

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
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Chopin - The Fluid

* disclaimer (for all of you retired classical music fans who are already sharpening your keyboards eager to comment even before hearing what I have to say…) not only am I not, am claiming, or have ever claimed to be an expert of classical music, I would say most amateurs I have met know more than me about the subject.


I love listening to Chopin before I go to sleep. Before I turn off the computer at five in the morning and crawl to bed to give my body a couple of hours of the rest it has been crying for, I like to give my brain a rest too and put on some Chopin. Usually the nocturne in e-flat.

Chopin is what muzak was supposed to be. Well, I guess it is what muzak was, when it was still written by talented people and not marketing clones. Now, I know that by saying Chopin is muzak I will bring on me the fury of my classical music fans friends, but classical music fans are not really that frightening to begin with, and the Chopin fans are even less of a threat.

The maximum a Chopin fan will do is to give me a stern look of disapproval  and even that would last only three seconds as they will feel bad with themselves for being so harsh with me.

Chopin has a water like quality, which is exactly why I use it to adjust the RPM of my brain before I go into my coffin, eh, bed in the morning. It is like listening to a bubbling brook flowing gently in the spring morning breeze. There are no surprises, there is no crescendo, there is nothing that might make you think too much, nothing to distract your brain from going in the wrong direction, or going in any direction at all, it just caresses it softly, humming a lullaby of perfectly placed piano strokes and melodies.

 

Simplicity is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.
After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art."

 
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think Chopin is any less important than any other composer, and definitely not less talented. What he gave to the world of solo pianoforte music is priceless, both in attitude and in skill, but although he expressed a lot of deep feelings in his music, he was still a wimp. Sorry. It did work for him, so I guess all is well that ends well.
 
Here is a young man, abandoning himself to his natural impressions and without taking a model, has found  a complete renewal of pianoforte music "
- Revue Musicale, March 3, 1832
 
As I started writing this article I went through my collection to look for something that would break my theory and found none. I did find a lot of other wonderful pieces which confirmed my theory and I spent an hour sitting back in my chair with a hint of a smile on my face, relaxing. Even Horowiz, my favorite crazy pianist was subdued by Chopin's magic touch. 
Chopin might be an expressionist, he might put his suffering and anguish into his work but he is just telling you his story. He is never confrontational; he doesn’t expect you to react, to do anything.
 
All the same it is being said everywhere that I played too softly, or rather, too delicately for people used to the piano-pounding of the artists here."
 

This is what I am, this is what I have to say, and this is how I say it. Simple, honest, warm, familiar, comforting, sad, optimistic and most of all, skillful on the level of a river softly bringing fresh water to our souls, like a mother's kiss on a bruised knee.

Chopin's last words, when asked on his deathbed if it still hurts, just said 'no more' and closed his eyes.

In a world that adores the Beethoven's and the bombastic grandiose flavors of life, it is good we have the Chopin. It makes it all better. And it helps me sleep.

 
Horowitz ballade 1  http://youtu.be/XhnRIuGZ_dc
Etude in E-flat Minor http://youtu.be/uHa2bn7TL6g
Etude, op. 10 http://youtu.be/Tj1hDqf8Pm0
Nocturne in B Major http://youtu.be/tIZPrHl-kek
Nocturne in E-flat Major http://youtu.be/--ykTqoQnqI