Wednesday, February 13, 2013
I was fascinated for chunks of duration by this concerto (composed 1881). By how indelibly Polish sounding it is to me. It seems to express a characteristic quality of consciousness. There is nothing Germanic about this thing. It's imbued instead with spirits of polonaise, waltz, and mazurka. And maybe with the way rustic light in the afternoon felt on a face not reconciled to the word "Prussia."