“If 'seeing is believing' what happened to taste, touch, sound and smell
?
Did our creator really intend to favour sight over the other senses ?
Chemin de Payenché
Forest primeval. So calm so silent. In the gully not a man
made sound can be heard. Not even in the far distance. Some birds chirping,
bugs buzzing by, the whisper of a bird's wings as it flies past. Even the
gentle final fall of brown leaves from the high tangled trees.
Green,
gray and black the forest. Russet and cocoa the path floor, weak sunlight
finding tiny holes to pierce through but not getting far, rarely finding a mark
on the ground. Hidden rocks clothed in heavy moss. Tiny yellow leaves curl and
dry on the path. 
Dark green English ivy carpets the forest floor and finds its
parasitical path up the unsuspecting tree trunks. Huge brick colored slugs
longer and fatter than my finger. A tiny brown snake slithers away.
Unyielding flint stones fill old stream beds. 
And the silence overwhelms my
ears.
Périgueux Concert
Commanding, discordant notes within the deep registry of the
piano fill the concert hall. The
pianist chronicles the saga of another pianist’s life and, during these
moments, the devastating tragedy of war.
Pascal Amoyel manipulates the keys and strings of the
instrument, from the most guttural chords to the most tender, barely discernible notes. He relates the
life of György Cziffra, Hungarian virtuoso pianist and composer; the music enters our ears and
penetrates our soul with the expressive monologue and playing of Pascal: Early promise of a gifted life, schism
and loss during war, eventual rediscovery and triumph.
“The Pianist with 50 fingers.” Liszt, Schumann, Gershwin, Chopin, and
the powerful “Carillon de Chérence” by Oliver Greif (the first composition
mentioned) along with manipulation of the strings with fingers and a rubber
mallet reaching within the piano to create the sound of a train. All these blended within a woven
monologue that draws us into this life story.
Transcendent.
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