I reserve some wordless music for when my sadness gets critical. That way, they always sound bittersweet without me listening them to death.
Lourié’s 5 Préludes Fragiles. Makes me feel aware of how easy I am to break at the moment, but also how pretty survivalism through fragility can be.
Ravel’s Pavane for a Dead Princess. It’s not about a dead princess, just one in the past, but it makes me feel like I’m that princess, rich and sad and stepping around in a bright, cream-beige ballroom. Instead of just solely sad.
Debussy’s Images. II. Hommage à Rameau. A quiet plaintiveness with occasionally rising energy helps me tend closer to neutrality.
Stanchinsky’s Prelude in the Lydian Mode. As the n-tuplets get desperate, I get desperate to fix everything. But then the curses stop and we return to a pretty but occasionally sickly quiet. The nonsenses are pinpricks in its floral thoughts.
Glinka/Balakirev’s The Lark. Reminds me that I’m fluttering, not just floundering.
In any order, but I usually start with the Fragile Preludes (especially the middle few of the set). Lyrical songs are usually for higher energy/mood to me
I reserve some wordless music for when my sadness gets critical. That way, they always sound bittersweet without me listening them to death.
In any order, but I usually start with the Fragile Preludes (especially the middle few of the set). Lyrical songs are usually for higher energy/mood to me