Of course today is April 1: April Fools Day. It's also the the birthday of one of the greatest of the Romantic pianists: Sergei Rachmaninoff. Born in Russia, eventually emigrating to America and, shortly before his death in 1943, becoming an American citizen, Rachmaninoff (my wife's favorite musician) composed some of the richest music ever written for the piano. His work blends intense and mournful melody with powerful and intricate chords and keyboard movements, beautifully capturing the deepest spirit of the Romantics. Rachmaninoff's music gives us a poignant window into our perennial struggle with the vast and unyielding import of sentient existence. It shows us that however intellectual we may suppose ourselves to be, we are, in the end, creatures of heart and imagination. We live as sensual beings.
As much of Rachmaninoff's music tells us, though we live for the moment, we flourish in the eternal, however we conceive it to be. We affirm transcendence even as we live in the immanent.
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