It isn't very often that I find a musical piece I really really like. Granted, there are many songs that I think sound nice but that's pretty much it. Even though I play the violin, most of the songs I truly appreciate are actually recent Japanese compositions *whips open an umbrella before a barrage of stones arrive* that have a hint of melancholy in them. Although they are far less technical than many of the classical compositions, they have beautiful melodies. Throw in some decent accompaniment and I am suckered hook, line and sinker.
The classical pieces that I really like number few. Those that have brought a tear to my eye when I'm listening are even rarer - just 2; Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D, third movement and the one that is the subject of this post.
If I ever made a movie where someone close to the lead had to die. I'd probably play this song during that scene. Although it's disputed if the original score is anything like the one we hear nowadays or Vitali's original work has been grossly mutilated, the intepretation I heard by Sarah Chung just blew my socks off. Intensely charged, passionate, virtuostic, it's got to be the best song for any tragedy.
If I am ever going to fulfil my secret morbid dream of being a funeral violinist, this song definitely has to be in my repertoire. As such, this is the first piece in I don't know how long I'm going to seriously work on, unlike all the other songs that required a skill level high above mine that I attempted to learn and then gave up.
Till then, none of you is allowed to die.
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