It's been a hectic week. Tonight I am resting, getting my spirit straight again after the weekend drama...
I’ve always spoken about my love for the Romantic composers—Chopin, Rimsky-Korsakov, Borodin, Dvorak, Brahms, Bruch, and so many others. Sergei Rachmaninov…Oh that I could write like they composed.
I ran across another today, Anatoli Lyadov, a Russian like Rimsky-Korsakov, Borodin, and Rachmaninov. I love the Germans and the Poles, but I adore the Russian Romantics. There was something in the land, on the steppes and in the great frozen cities, that must have entered their spirits to enable them to write more powerfully than any of the rest. I believe, anyway.
Anatoli Lyadov taught Stavinski, Prokofiev, and Mussorgsky. He also composed a splendid, moody piece in 1908-09, when the glorious era of the Romantics was drawing to a close just prior to World War I. The Enchanted Lake. "About the lake Lyadov wrote, 'How purely picturesque it is—with bountiful stars over the mysteries in the depths! But most importantly it is uninhabited, without entreaties and complaints; only nature—cold, malevolent, but fantastic as a fairy tale.'”
A fairy tale…
Imagine yourself just before dawn, sitting beside the calm, mist-covered waters as this music plays. The hand of God moves slowly, like a soft breeze over the surface, and the magical realm He rules awakens.
When I write pieces that require mood and color; when I want badly to move my reading audience, I call on the Russians. I’d like to finish up Purgatorio with something like the last two minutes of this amazingly gorgeous work by Lyadov, particularly the last minute and a half…take it into denouement with beauty and serenity, the finality of spirits redeemed and at total peace.
Vist it at Youtube...Anatoli Lyadov - The Enchanted Lake (1909)