Fuer Elise – and the boys

May I introduce you to the lovely old studenty Bechstein grand in Cothill’s multipurpose hall. A touch hollow in her sound and heavily-used she might be, but I get a great deal of pleasure from her many a time when I visit, for the door is always open and the hall is usually empty.

 

Every now and then boys wander in, and they get down to playing table tennis while I noodle along. It’s wonderfully companionable, and I have come to enjoy this too a great deal. They are so unforced; some don’t give a s*** and we each do our own thang, while others will come closer to listen, and ask me all sorts of things (“play the hardest thing you know!” is a favourite, as is “how did you get so good?” to which the answer is always a droll, “practice like crazy…”).

Best is when I ask them to play for me, and they do  ❤️  or when I get to tell them the story I hear in the piece alongside playing it. (“It’s not just about the fast noisy bits you know…often the best bits are the quiet bits” etc.)

Here’s a piece you might recognise – Beethoven’s Fuer Elise. I’ve always felt the piece has the capability to say so much more, in its three technically relatively straightforward sections, than it is usually made to say.

(Sorry in advance for the irritation caused by my phone running out of memory right at the end, forcing a curtailment of the piece before the final quiet wind-down to its close. SO ANNOYING. But I figured there was enough of the piece down to go by, and hopefully furnish its listeners with pleasure worth the listen, anyway.)

know…often the best bits are the quiet bits” etc.)

Here’s a piece you might recognise – Beethoven’s Fuer Elise. I’ve always felt the piece has the capability to say so much more, in its three technically relatively straightforward sections, than it is usually made to say.

(Sorry in advance for the irritation caused by my phone running out of memory right at the end, forcing a curtailment of the piece before the final quiet wind-down to its close. SO ANNOYING. But I figured there was enough of the piece down to go by, and hopefully furnish its listeners with pleasure worth the listen, anyway.)

 

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