chopin sketch ^_^ (with a cut off liszt in the corner)
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"Paris is whatever you choose : you can amuse yourself, be bored, laugh, cry, do anything you like, and nobody looks at you; because thousands of others are doing the same as you, and everyone goes his own road...
...I finally decided to migrate to this other world. Through Paër, who is court conductor here, I have met Rossini, Cherubini, Baillot, etc. — also Kalkbrenner. You would not believe how curious I was about Herz, Liszt, Hiller, etc. —"
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(I'm using their westernized names on purpose to avoid biasing the poll pls don't kill me)
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I vaguely remember playing Chopin once. Wish my friends were this fun
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I tell my piano the things I would have once told you.
Fryderyk Chopin, in a letter to Tytus Woyciechowski on October 3, 1829
secret context:
This is probably the most famous Chopin quote of them all, to the point that it's on the verge of cliche. The notion that this teenager (he's 19 here) with his extraordinary musical destiny would be confiding in his piano as if to a friend is super compelling. BUT there's another reason why I find it satisfying, and for that I give you the extended passage, Polish and all:
Nie uwierzysz, jak dla mnie teraz Warszawa smutna; gdyby nie to, że familia mi uprzyjemnia, to bym nie wysiedział. – A jak to przykro nie mieć pójść do kogo rano, podzielić z nim smutku, radości; jak to niegodziwie, kiedy coś cięży, a nie ma gdzie złożyć. Wiesz, do czego ta aluzja. Fortepianowi gadam to, co bym tobie był nieraz powiedział.
You wouldn't believe how depressing Warsaw is to me now; if it weren't for my family cheering me up, I wouldn't be able to stand it. -- How miserable it is not to have someone to go to in the morning, to share with him the sadness, the joy; how wicked it is when something weighs on you, and you have nowhere to lay it down. You know to what I allude. I tell my piano the things I would have once told you.
Yes go ahead and enjoy, it's lovely.
the thing is, historians have interpreted this as: poor Chopin is feeling stifled in Warsaw after his big trip abroad (he'd been to Vienna recently) :'( now he can't wait to leave again and go to a proper european city like Paris or Vienna where he'll finally be able to make real art for real :'( :'(
but the thing is, the only thing Chopin finds "depressing" about Warsaw is specifically that his bff/maybe secret boyfriend, to whom he is writing this letter, is not in it anymore. so while a 100 years worth of historians are trying hard to west-ify him, our boy is over here just telling a man he misses him. hero.
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