It is now Sunday morning: I am sitting here, quiet and alone, in great-grandma's lounge listening to Rachmaninoff portrayed by Александр Малофеев with conductor Kristjan Järvi: such beauty, such wonder, such rendition, their interaction, their humility yet expertise. Albeit my tinnitus always there, a constant reminder of mortality so evident behind quieter passages.
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| Rachmaninoff second piano concerto |
All his concerts have been cancelled or postponed as Alexander is currently unable to perform because of coronavirus lockdown, yet protestors in their thousands are ignoring social distancing. How is it even possible for two such extremes to voluntarily coexist on this planet? Who are these people flouting law and order, killing, maiming, destroying, as if that were valid compensation for exacerbated police brutality the other side of the globe? Have they not yet discovered joy, beauty?
And yet even in a concentration camp the birds sing.
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