Cello Sonata No. 1 in E minor, Op. 38 (Sonate für Klavier und Violoncello)
I went to a concert on Friday at which a friend of mine who is a cellist was playing, among other works, a sonata by Brahms. I first listened to this sonata exactly ten years ago, probably ten years to the day or so. It was one of the pieces that accompanied the glorious and wonderful disaster of my midlife crisis, which, I realize with slight horror yet also some relief, occurred ten years ago.
I was reminded of my ten year life cycles yesterday by a friend and a poem - in the past five years since the beginning of my current life I haven't given much much thought to the fact that every ten years a big, life changing event occurs in my life (at ten I immigrated, and twenty I got married, at thirty I un-got married and so on).
But that I already wrote about at one point.
The other thing that happens in ten year cycles, in the years of my life that end in fives, are encounters with life-changing love experiences. There was one at 15, and one at 25 during my midlife crisis, and honestly, even though I felt the midlife crisis coming from miles away, this decade, at 35, I haven't even thought about it. But after hearing Brahms accentuated by bumps and kicks from inside the belly, I realized that the biggest baddest love affair is coming any week now, and, it a special, strange way, it makes absolute sense.
The sonata, by way, is a magical combination of velvet, dark molten chocolate, and a little bit of a sunrise. I keep hearing it in my head over and over again.
I was reminded of my ten year life cycles yesterday by a friend and a poem - in the past five years since the beginning of my current life I haven't given much much thought to the fact that every ten years a big, life changing event occurs in my life (at ten I immigrated, and twenty I got married, at thirty I un-got married and so on).
But that I already wrote about at one point.
The other thing that happens in ten year cycles, in the years of my life that end in fives, are encounters with life-changing love experiences. There was one at 15, and one at 25 during my midlife crisis, and honestly, even though I felt the midlife crisis coming from miles away, this decade, at 35, I haven't even thought about it. But after hearing Brahms accentuated by bumps and kicks from inside the belly, I realized that the biggest baddest love affair is coming any week now, and, it a special, strange way, it makes absolute sense.
The sonata, by way, is a magical combination of velvet, dark molten chocolate, and a little bit of a sunrise. I keep hearing it in my head over and over again.