I was stunned (in a good way) when the other night (I am talking about a harpsichordist to whom I wrote to ask if I could send her some sheet music) I listened to some Bach preludes and fugues, specifically from The Well-Tempered Clavier; I'll tell you in advance it's nothing special, but for me it felt somewhat absurd because I thought I had heard it all, as I actually have a collection of a Gould performance (whom I almost disliked at first since everyone was talking about him, but then after listening closely and becoming familiar with his playing style, I grew fond of him).
So, I listened to the prelude and fugue from the 2nd book, BWV 887, and I am sure I had never heard it before that moment; I liked it also because I often write in 9/8 and 12/8, and the fugue is written in 6/8, so always with "ternary" subdivisions, in other words, of three eighth notes, even though here the movement is binary.
Anyway, I had never heard it, so what did I miss?
I have 48 pieces in total; it's 48, right, understood as prelude and fugue together, so 96 in total.
It seems strange to me that I didn't "notice" while listening to them; just think that I remember some of them almost by heart, but at this point perhaps it is just me involuntarily forgetting something because it is indeed strange—who knows, maybe I only downloaded (legally) half of each volume, kudos to myself, I must check.
The physical stamina is there, although I don't know how long I will hold up with certain rhythms; fortunately, I don't always have to do certain "walks," which are tiring because when I walk I go at a brisk pace; once I had fun checking my maximum speed at a brisk pace, 7.5 km/h, but on the street people take you for a fool—it's true I always say I'm a bit crazy, but if I didn't go fast, I would have to be out for more than 10 hours.
I distribute flyers alone, and often I have covered an entire town in one morning, and since I am fed up with hearing the usual comments from people like (verbatim, mind you) "aren't you bringing me my money?", "what are you bringing me today?", "you're annoying us?", and even "threats" sometimes, diplomacy is not in my nature and I have struggled over time to "build up" a bit; so, seeing as between comments and such "questions," traffic, endless noises, one is more tired from noise pollution than from the kilometers traveled, for a few months now I have been listening to music, and the feeling I often have is of a deadly gap between the usual things I am told (but others are also told the same things, never a different topic, it's always about money, always the same jokes, and the milk flows from the knees without interruption), the context in which I live (which is made only of concrete, asphalt, buildings, cars, and zero natural smells, which only "come back into force" in case of a flood, like the smell of wet earth and grass—these are examples of smells that are no longer sensed, so much have we become desensitized to pollution) and the depth of these works; certain pieces break me in two because then you listen to them alone while you struggle, but at the same time they are also a source of strength and endurance. When I think of the kids who say "I have to stay on my feet for 3/4 hours dancing, how can I do it if I don't take something?", on one hand they make me laugh, on the other they make me angry; since I was little, I have said that the best drug is the brain, we already have everything we need to think and act, so that is an excuse for not feeling isolated from others.
Anyway, the best time is in the early afternoon, around 2/3 PM, with that sun that isn't bothersome, during autumn—a masterpiece, a true pleasure (in the fatigue and the repetitive gesture I must perform); this is why yesterday I was talking about a worker who makes music; I live this "double" sensation, which in reality is one and the same: you can do both things very well.
For the record (but in that case, I wasn't listening to music while out yet), one day I was out for 13/14 hours, a massacre.
In certain cases, I don't listen to music because if the route I have to take is truly heavy, I avoid it; it's an extra "stress" even if it is pleasant.
This is the link where I listened to the prelude and fugue I was talking about:
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