An outstanding work. A musical language of his own. Meditative, upbeat, shades of grey contrasting with flamboyant red and orange – perfect metaphors for my mood in late autumn. A joyful reminiscence of the thousand colours of the falling leaves, that I love to watch. The vision of the cold, bare, misty landscape I have to expect. In such situations, I draw a lot of energy from memories of moments I enjoyed. And George Enescu’s Sonata for Cello No. 2 in F Minor (op. 26) is perfectly illustrating this.
At first, this symphony left me bewildered, irritated. It inspired nothing good to me. How could I write about a piece that left me indifferent? Well it didn’t. I returned to George Enescu’s Symphony No. 5 in D Major some 24 hours later, and after a good night’s sleep, it felt like a totally different piece of music. Interesting. So here’s my advice: Please do explore this stunning work, but study it after having had a good rest. Otherwise it may not unfold its magic. Enescu was a Romanian composer and, believe it or not, I haven’t written about him yet on this blog. I’ll try to catch up then. He definitely deserves a little promotion.