Moonlight and Moonbeams…Into the Twilight…
Where did the beautiful ‘Clair de Lune’ come from? With most composers throughout history, I am always incredibly amazed at the sheer output of material and depth of feeling the music conjures. The pillars of musical history are all geniuses in my mind. Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Debussy, Mahler, Mozart, Prokofiev, Rachmaninov, Ravel, Stravinsky etc. The list goes on and on…how do they do it? how do they write such unbelievable music over and over again? I was reading about Debussy’s ‘Suite Bergamasque’ and how the 3rd movement of this piano suite ended up becoming one of the most played and beloved pieces in history. Originally entitled, ‘Promenade Sentimentale’, Debussy wrote the music in 1890, but revised it a great deal right before it was published in 1905. Named after Paul Verlaine’s poem ‘Clair de Lune’ , the piece is sublime…making one dream of the mysterious night, love and moonlight. There was a lot of ‘big music’ being played at the time, specifically Wagner’s music and Debussy felt it was more accessible for people to hear shorter works. I think it is more difficult to write a shorter work than one that goes on and on. Much like a conversation, getting one’s point across naturally and efficiently is not a simple task.
With my love affair of ’Clair de Lune’ intact, I felt it would be too heavy having the piano accompanying the melody and texturally, much more aligned with the harp. Having worked with Emmanuel Ceysson in Cartagena, Colombia (a beautiful city on the coast)
I started thinking of ways to pair the ‘Seasons…dreams’ repertoire. I was so excited when Emmanuel, an intensely musical performer, enthusiastically agreed to record. A solfege fanatic, he proceeded to solfege the whole piece to me and sung ‘LA!!!! up high!!!’ towards the end of the piece. This note towards the end gives me goosebumps every time..
Moonlight
Your soul is like a landscape fantasy,
Where masks and Bergamasks, in charming wise,
Strum lutes and dance, just a bit sad to be
Hidden beneath their fanciful disguise.
Singing in minor mode of life’s largesse
And all-victorious love, they yet seem quite
Reluctant to believe their happiness,
And their song mingles with the pale moonlight,
The calm, pale moonlight, whose sad beauty, beaming,
Sets the birds softly dreaming in the trees,
And makes the marbled fountains, gushing, streaming–
Slender jet-fountains–sob their ecstasies.

Sony has just reissued a recording I did with the amazing Andrew Litton and the Philharmonia Orchestra. 



trying to work on my tan..


