She clung to Reger studies for the left hand.
It played the Beethoven and Schoenberg.
She was fascinated by Winter Journey Schubert.
child she was "tied up, tied up like an Egyptian mummy by daily obligations."
"Am the course of my tears / And soon Creek will welcome you " She played
The Art of loosing fingers Czerny.
Schubert, the composer of his fragile, as she calls it.
Lied: The Thaw.
pieces by Buxtehude, Bach, Couperin, Schmidt, Messiaen. The music is
not a delicate art, it is a tedious work on the instruments.
Delicate Art for those who listen, not for those who play.
It is a mummy. Today is
Schumann and Brahms. Tomorrow will be Beethoven or Chopin.
What we can say with your mouth, it must be said with music.
" I was long accustomed to using instruments, then it appeared that a new intrument: language, which opens up, closes everything closes at all, is itself a unit . "
She was entering a year of isolation.
She had a panic attack in the subway, and unable to get to an appointment, she decided to give up. This was done to music.
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