Akihiko quite enjoys studying and seeing music with me. Treasured synaesthesia… I would like to share his words on Erwin Schulhoff’s Concerto for Piano and Small Orchestra, Op. 43, conducted by Andreas Delfs, performed by pianist Aleksandar Madžar and the German Chamber Philharmonic Bremen. Schulhoff composed this in 1922…
There’s something about it… Elegant, and dark… And like this whole shadow fans out like a peacock’s tail to cover everything
And is just as brilliant.
Like warm water rippling, warm and, black, and green where the ripples catch the light.
Then everything here flies… Yeah… Like… Like dreadful stars Threatening dreadful stars
Trying to meet Light trying to come out But it’s eaten by shadow, will be eaten
Then it’s eaten.
A survivor, or…? A spectator, walking by… bits of black and char that float easily into the air Look. Look. Looking here, and there… A brief flash of warmth, a warm memory And another me, recollection…
Now just walking alone. No more ashen remains. And Again. But the wind here is gentle, picks up less ruin.
Something threatens to come out
The stars from the shadows of the water
Anatolij—These images are beautiful. Why did no one tell me music could be like this
Oh! There she is! The Lady of the Water… She the ruler, the Queen of this place? It’s like nothing bothers her
And some kind of
follows her wherever she goes
A precious soft green light in the waker of her footsteps The shadows on the water are reacting Recoiling Like in fear Anxious They’re small little monsters that drag the water with them.
Why’d she disappear? But…
It’s like she felt something in the water… It’s vaguely human… Almost human. Almost approachable… And now it’s mounting strength
It’s not strong yet But quickly
And a bird flies calling about it
“It’s coming! It’s coming!” And now a rabbit is calling too The swells in the water are bigger
A droplet of water running somewhere in the dark Fallen
And now the running
All of the Queen’s minions come rushing out of the water
They’re dark, but
It’s a different kind of darkness With the same peacock’s emblems
They’re running out the shadows and waving banners of moonlight Am I supposed to be cheering for them? I think so.
Oh! The shadow is screaming. In pain… It falls Into the canyon
…There’s a bit of light left over
Just a small bit
It’s injured and small and vulnerable Trying to gather itself up and its things
After all this
No room for light like this one Only the green and the shadow No yellow light No room for it
The little light doesn’t know where to turn to or run to It’s all alone Not even the rabbits are near
It’s looking for its lover.
It’s being told to run along now.
The conquest of the Lady of the Green Water continues
Eradicating all the shadows so everything shimmers in black and green
And that is all!