Reflections on Art and Life
Sometimes when I hear music like this, I feel that after Bach and his sons, every composition is superfluous. Much of this piece consists of a unison line against simple basso continuo yet nothing is missing and all is spoken without a single word. I have already written two love poems, one for Johann Sebastian and one for Carl Philipp Emanuel, so those who are curious about my dramatic outbursts can dig them up. Needless to say, it’s going to be difficult to compose anything meaningful today.