Bach - Busoni Chorale "nun Komm Der Heiden Heiland"

Here it is:

http://erato.uvt.nl/files/imglnks/usimg/7/77/IMSLP20574-PMLP10094-Bach_-_Nun_Komm__der_Heiden_Heiland_BWV_659.pdf

Moreover, at measure 14 there is a passage practically identical to another one used in a prelude from The Well-Tempered Clavier, except that in this latter case he used progressions; by ear I remember this, now I am looking for the prelude.

Here, the part I am indicating is found at measure 9 of the 16th prelude of the 1st book (they are progressions):

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I became obsessed with the entire Well-Tempered Clavier at the beginning of this year; imagine that when I go out to distribute it, I even listen to it twice in a row, 96 pieces straight through, and some of these give me an inner peace that I cannot find within myself, and the feeling that dominates in those moments is the abyss of sensitivity that exists between the reality one lives, even "isolated" from the music itself, sometimes the silence (very rare, around here) and human activities, which often contrast with the depth of these works; this is why I also get angry when listening to all this, because of the fact that people (the majority) ignore the existence of works like these, and then out and about you often hear only and always about football, about football "faith" that one can no longer stand, people listen to and re-evaluate everything in your lives (obviously I am not talking to you on the forum, I am speaking metaphorically).

Piccinesco wrote:

I've become obsessed with the entire Well-Tempered Clavier... the feeling that dominates in those moments is the abyss of sensitivity that exists between the reality one lives, even "isolated" from the music itself, sometimes the silence (very rare, around here) and human activities, which often contrast with the depth of these works...

Tell me about it! Thirty years have passed since I played my first scale on the piano, and in my life I have listened to and fallen in love with everything... then, about ten years ago, I was walking through a snow-covered forest; the second movement of the concerto for two harpsichords in C minor BWV 1062 was playing on my stereo, after a bend a magnificent view of a stream in backlight appeared, and something magical happened...

Since then Bach, whom I already knew by the way, has literally bewitched me. In this music there is something mysterious, moving, enigmatic, wonderful... impossible to describe... Perhaps it has to do with the spirit, but I don't want to bring the usual God into it... For sure, intensive and prolonged listening to Bach changes the spirit and the way we look at the everyday world... I, for example, grew a beard, and I don't think it's a coincidence after seeing what happened to Gad Lerner since he hosted Ramin Bahrami on his show

I also found Busoni's text:

http://erato.uvt.nl/files/imglnks/usimg/c/ce/IMSLP07753-Busoni_Bach_Ten_Choral_Preludes_KiV_B_27.pdf

anyway, thanks so much and, please, don't get too angry with the intellectual stutterers

I listened to Bach (on a destructive level, I mean large-scale works) in the early 90s, when CDs were still being rented; I took them, I don't even remember why, perhaps I was looking for pieces that also included a choir to see how they were developed, the passion according to Giovanni; then after a few years I went to listen to him in Rome, and I almost had a heart attack, always the same effect.

Unfortunately, where I live there is only noise; I am near Tiburtina, a historic (and too busy) road, you can hear the noise of cars at all hours, another busy road passes under my house, then there are schools, shops, a mess, besides marble quarries etc... for me this auditory stress is a real problem, not that I am obsessed, but in the long run it is stressful, and I am already stressed, this doesn't help.

When others also begin to realize that all this noise does more harm than good, it will be too late; I think if I were to stumble upon some square meters of greenery purely by chance, I would immediately fall into a coma-like sleep.

Sometimes I "curse" Bach because I wish he had written something else, but at the same time he wrote too much, and too well, it puts me in crisis.

I should preface that I am not a musicologist and haven't even read much. But I believe that Bach, despite various commissions and subjectivities, always wrote what he wanted... There are pieces that are more "accessible" and "bourgeois" (concertos, suites...), some "liturgical," others instead conceived solely to be music... it is here that, in my opinion, Bach acts like a musical ascetic... he takes the sounds of the universe and intertwines them without any secondary purpose (commercial, educational, liturgical, or playful) other than returning the beauty of the harmony of the cosmos... There is no melody at all costs, virtuosity, or a desire to amaze... there is only the mystery of beauty.

I don't envy you... I live 30 minutes by car from a provincial town, where an oak forest gives way to a large pasture clearing (with sheep bells ringing, I can hear them from my room)... Sometimes, when I am alone and everything around me is silent, it seems to me that I can hear the canon of the musical offering rustling among the branches...

Thus, listening to Bach succeeds in increasing the beauty of a landscape, and vice versa, contemplating the beauty of nature enriches a listening of Bach... The same does not hold true for other authors... perhaps even in this banal observation lies the explanation for the fascination of this music

It would be a godsend to be able to enjoy quiet places; here I intend to record the noise that can be heard from early in the morning, something unbearable and, anyway, annoying: cars continuously passing by, that background noise of tires both in the distance and right outside the house, screeching tires, pulling away in 6th gear, almost always at the quarries; sometimes even on Saturdays, a bulldozer with a jackhammer for breaking marble blocks, for hours and hours, then everything else. We live in one of the most polluted places, and I am firmly convinced that atmospheric, auditory, etc., pollution modifies and affects even a person's mental state; it is no coincidence that I have been exhausted since I was a child, and those rare moments when I happen to feel a bit of relaxation in my stomach area, perhaps precisely with a series of chords that seem to truly "touch" neuralgic points, it is true peace, interrupted as always by the noise. Most people like noise because silence induces thought; for some, it increases anxiety, myself included, because you also hear the sounds of your own body, but this is exactly what is missing: knowing how to listen, not just to music, and here, as in other places, it is difficult or impossible. I am waiting for someone to start "reporting" unknowns for hearing problems or chronic fatigue resulting from continuous auditory stimulation; then I'll have a good laugh.

I was saying that this is one of the most polluted areas: we have a paper mill less than 1 km away, an open-air coal landfill 3 km away, cement plants in the same spot, the garbage dump 6/7 km as the crow flies, the quarries practically under my house, the Tiburtina [highway] under my house; in short, the best place to write a will. In fact, in recent years, cases of thyroid issues, thyroid tumors, tumors among young people, leukemia, etc., have increased. Compliments to the administration, which spends more time finding solutions to keep cars running than supporting a healthy lifestyle, perhaps walking more, but I live in a utopia where these things will never be reality as long as those who can decide are those who do not consider the problem, and if they do, it is only for electoral returns.

Bach reigns uncontested; think that when I go out to distribute (I often distribute flyers, with the same care with which a surgeon operates), I also listen to The Well-Tempered Clavier twice in a row, and until a year ago I "ignored" it; it is a source of peace, of relaxation (given what I face every time), but also of nostalgia, sometimes sadness, fear, but great passion and strength.