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I've been playing since I was 4 and I'm 40. I played on and off through the years and didn't really explore many genres as I should have. For the first time last year, I picked up Brahms' Intermezzo 118-2 and I absolutely fell madly in love with the piece. I can't believe I never played any of his pieces. And I feel like ever since I finished that piece I'm looking for another that could offer a similar experience.
What I loved about that particular piece is that it really felt like a journey or a story. The melody itself pulled at my heart strings in a way no other piece did. Some parts felt hopeful and sweet; others felt ruptured and messy, and then again some structure and orderly. It's like a melting pot of many segments that are so different yet it all meshes so well together in one big beautiful masterpiece.
Can anyone suggest something wonderful like this to embark on? Melody for me is huge so even if the piece is beautifully written if the tune isn't gripping, I probably won't stick through it. Not sure how to describe this other than the music felt so heartbreaking yet beautiful. Not just technical-wise wonderful.
Might be worth adding that I'm a female pianist with petite hands so Liszt is out of the question for me. I also have a shoulder injury and cannot play heavily demanding pieces anymore without my neck disc acting up.
Note: Doesn't have to be Brahms... any other composer!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this so far and thank you in advance if you're going to suggest anything ππ»
Have a great day.
I am breaking my workday into SkiErg "breaks" and I have been just popping off my treadmill desk, onto my personal SkiErg, doing a few minutes, and then going back to my treadmill desk. Should I program in 500 meters, for example, or should I program in another metric? Time? Distance? Calories? I just want to break up my day working on my treadmill desk but I was wondering if a plan would be better? Primarily to see, over time, if and how I am getting stronger. I am thinking maybe 3 or 5 minutes so that I can see if my meters increase, but I would love your advice. Thanks in advance!
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The last few days had seemed to come and pass without Marisa's notice, and already, the Daedalia Planum was behind her, an uneasy course around the Aganippe Fossa navigated and mapped. She was over halfway to Etna, but her thoughts traversed little in that direction.
All she could see when she closed her eyes at night, or when she looked across the wastes, or in the mirrors of her cruiser, was Hakan's beaten and bloody face, and his lifeless body hanging limp from a rope. The plague of guilt hadn't left her in any small part. Even if he was a sick man, riddled with arrogance and contempt, in death he was as anyone else: a sack of limp flesh, pallid and defecating to the tune of a people's chorus. She cursed at his death, that he may leave the world but linger still in the corner of her mind, his presence such that she feared to look inward.
But at times when her courage swelled and she dared to glance, her introspection curdled, and she saw the silhouette of the gallows, with only a single beastly figure. It wore a garnet crown atop an icy pate, grinning with jagged teeth out into the ether of her mind. The person she saw was both the condemned and the condemner, changing with the wind.
In her dreams she saw her repeatedly, and so she slept little.
From the lack of sleep came a surge in progress. By her estimates she had driven an extra half-day's worth in the three days since leaving, and would reach Etna by another half-day's passing. She propelled herself with both the thoughts of reaching the last colony on her journey, and leaving Dujib as far behind her as she could. Even still, a tempest of unrest brewed beneath the skin. Words that King Lee told her reverberated in her consciousness, dredging up sights and sounds and smells from the gallows, curdling the pit of her stomach.
It was fine if she stopped early to rest, she determined. She tried to make the argument against it, but stress had dulled her mind, her pillow a failing whetstone
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