Earlier this week, my flute teacher gave me a little shopping list for music, and be still, my heart… Mozart K. 314, the second flute concerto in D major, has been on my flute bucket list since the very early days of flute-mania. Its final movement never fails to cheer me up. It’s likely you heard the tune somewhere before, it’s very “hummable” and it’s hard to believe this piece was originally composed for oboe because it sounds so good on flute.
If you think it’s just me who feels it’s a joyful piece, check out the full concert with Emmanuel Pahud playing this in 2001 in Istanbul (starting at 25′), who simply dances his way through the whole thing with the Berlin Phil conducted by Mariss Jansons, making it all airy and light and happy.
The flute is a cruel mistress (it’s a feminine word in the languages I can think of that do gendered nouns). To be more precise: she’s a harsh but fair one. She holds up a mirror and gives instant feedback on how much effort you have put in, and how focused you are. For me: three consecutive days of not playing, and the high notes in the third register become elusive; thinking of anything but the piece in front of me, and my fingers stumble in the search for notes as I try to speed up some passages. Continue reading →
Voor Nederlands, gelieve verder naar beneden te rollen!
It’s been quiet on the blog, I know. This final semester at Princeton has been extremely demanding in different ways. Jobhunting and teaching are the most obvious ones, but there was also some travel (for fun and for work) and then the simple need every now and then to hide under a rock and listen to lots of good music to keep me human. Continue reading →