Before the day closes, I would be remiss if I didn’t write a short post on the birthday of Chopin, who today would have been 202.
A master of orchestration in a completely different sense than orchestral composers, Chopin changed the piano, gave it a sensibility it had up to his lifetime not known. It became an orchestra in the hand of one, rather than Mahler’s hundred. No composer, save perhaps Liszt, explored the sonic possibility and color more than the Polish master, and none has ever dedicated themselves to one instrument so strictly. Why this is does not matter, but it remains that the world is better for it. Excuse my bias. Bon anniversaire, Chopin.