Playing with the wind

The weather turned out to be truly beautiful yesterday. Despite predictions of thunderstorms, the day was sunny, humid, and warm. It also was quite gusty. I made some good progress on the Scriabin set, then went for a run. I logged four miles--not a lot, but not bad for a warm holiday afternoon. The wind seemed to come from every direction. I started out running west, and found myself running directly into the gusts; on the return, running east, there was no noticeable difference. All in all, it was a good short pre-lunch run.

The Scriabin is going well. The Prelude Op. 11, No, 1 is quintessential early Scriabin. His idea of the mystic chord, moving from the traditional triad-based harmonies to the more glistening sounding stacked fourths is the feature, interest, and challenge of the little piece. The harmonic interest coupled with the unusual rhythm makes the actually very simple harmonic shifts quite alluring. The technical difficulties lie in the large spans of short and fast sweeping arpeggios in the left hand. By themselves they are not terrible, but paired with the unusual right hand configurations they provide plenty of challenge. I will have the memorization and technical problems solved this week, then enjoy moving on to working with the nuance of the phrasing and velocity. Scriabin originally marked the piece Ondeggiante, carezzando--literally--undulating and caressing the keys. Well, that idea is exactly the right one, but the care necessary to play the notes as swiftly as necessary requires ample practice.

Running in the wind and working up the sweep of the Prelude are actually the same experience. One using legs, the other hands; both the mind.

Memorial Day

I've resumed playing the piano. After cajoling from many friends I determined that I should return to that past life of practice. Next month I will play a summer recital, or at least musicale for a small group of new acquaintances and old friends.

On this rainy (although the sun has just peeked out), Michigan Memorial Day I will learn the Op 11, No 1 Prelude of Alexander Scriabin. Scriabin, a mystic, Russian composer suits the mood of the day and my musical temperament. I am pairing the Prelude with old friends--the Op. 8, No. 5 and Op. 42, No. 5 etudes. The score to the second--the more difficult etude in c# minor--is so marked up I can barely read the notes. But yesterday's return to that repertoire went well and I'm eager to put them together as a set.

John is still asleep, but when he awakes I'll get in time at the piano, then go for a run. I'm preparing for the Reed's Lake 10K and the Coast Guard Challenge--also a 10K. The former is just enjoyable, but the latter is a bit of an endurance trail.