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Clavichord

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The
clavichord isnt all that easy to play. It requires time and
tranquillity. If the master isnt well-balanced it refuses to
emit its soulful tone. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart prized this instrument
so greatly that, in spite of the advanced techniques of piano construction
in his day, he still composed his "Requiem"on it. Basically,
all composers have loved this inspiring instrument and were deeply
grateful that they knew how to use it; it was well known that it transmutes
any simple piece of music into a blossoming, highly expressive poem
of unexpected beauty; for the meaning of all things can be revealed
only with tranquillity and sensitivity.
What is it they say? "He who doesnt have to rumble and
rush ignores the pianoforte and devotes himself to the inexpressibly
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You
simply have to experience the "midnight piano at first-hand.
Its enigmatic sound fills the stillness of the room with an inner
beauty and greatness, a greatness that, strangely, brings some down
from off their high horse while helping and encouraging others to
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Spinet

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When
I first played a harpsichord or a spinet as a young man, I didnt
know whether it was the silvery clarity of the wonderful sound that
momentarily so overwhelmed me, or whether it was the remarkable way
in which, while respectfully pressing the keys, I was able for the
first time to sense and experience myself. In contrast to the uneasy
feeling I always had at a grand piano, a feeling that I had to achieve
something on my own and make something of myself, here I experienced
for the first time what it is like to encounter an instrument with
a life of its own, an instrument that possesses something uplifting
that it wants to give to you, something to be found in it, brought
to life and made to blossom. It has a very special sound, a sound
one doesnt feel obligated to shape in any way; it neither should
nor can be shaped, since there is already something so majestic about
its form and nature.
At the keyboard, I felt an inner necessity to feel my way, carefully
and cautiously, through this form and nature, and suddenly the movements
of my hands, which were used to maltreating piano keys in an attempt
to fulfil my own expectations and those of other people, had become
just as smooth. But I wasnt just playing, I wanted to understand,
with my feelings and emotions. I sat straight as a ramrod and experienced
how something flowery rose up in me, giving me the assurance that,
in some unknown way, it would be worthwhile for me to learn how to
build this instrument, which was actually rather unpopular. And so
it was. I have never regretted it.
That doesnt mean that I dont like modern pianos, but it
is important that one understands that the pianoforte is not a development
of the harpsichord, but a new, independent invention that was discovered
in the search for something other than what the harpsichord had already
provided. I myself just prefer the simple wooden spinet, one which
still has the wing-form. It has certainly been drowned out, that is
a fact, and to some extent forgotten, but it has never been displaced.
After all, how could it be displaced when it is on an entirely different
path and level? Every instrument and musical work gives us access
to a very special world of feeling. But some instruments have become
like overgrown signposts pointing to overgrown paths. If you manage
to notice them at all, you cant walk them carelessly and half
asleep; they require the attitude and bearing of a person who knows
what they want. Anyone who takes the trouble to leave the well-trodden
paths to enter areas where there is still much that has not been trampled
down, will be well rewarded; here the healing herbs still grow, pure
water still flows in unsophisticated, meandering curves, and no bizarre
buildings stand up and issue their challenge to nature.
Have you ever played a spinet accompanied by a recorder, mandolin
or guitar? My showroom is at your disposal. |
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