A tribute to mankind composed on the path to victory

Harsh and soft. © Charles Thibo

War is the background of this work, the greatness of the human soul its overall theme. The composer considered it “very important not only for the musical material that went into it, but also because [he] was returning to the symphonic form after a break of sixteen years”. Sergei Prokofiev labeled his Symphony No. 5 in B flat (Op. 100) as the culmination of an entire period in his work, it remains until today one the most best-known and most frequently performed  symphony.

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Freeing my mind – an escape

What do you want to write today? © Charles Thibo

Wanderlust. Haven’t we had that before? A recurrent theme in music, a recurrent theme in my posts, in my life. Transcending the daily routine, acceding to new knowledge, meeting new faces… Or going back in time, revisiting my younger me, traveling back into the times of my favourite composers… I can do all that by writing. Writing letters, posts, occasionally poems – what an extraordinary freedom I enjoy!

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The quest for identity or a fool among fools

Oranges  – the prize. © Charles Thibo

Everything is connected – isn’t that so? Whatever we do, it has consequences, big or small, harmless or deadly. Whatever we decide, it affects people around us, positively, negatively. At the end, our life is the sum of our decisions, well-meant, often misguided and mostly overrated as to their importance. A couple of things come together here.

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Soaring to the sun to celebrate youth and freedom

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The sky is the limit. © Charles Thibo

Are you familiar with the Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus? Father and son were held prisoner on the island of Crete and since Crete’s ruler, King Minos, controlled the land and sea routes, Daedalus built artificial wings for himself and his son in order to flee. Before take-off, Daedalus warned Icarus not to fly too high, because the sun would melt the wax that held the wings together, nor too low, because the sea foam would soak the feathers. Once in the air, Icarus, exhilarated by the experience of flying, forgot his father’s warning and soared higher and higher. The heat of the sun melt the wax, the wings fell apart and Icarus drowned in the Aegean Sea.

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