For me it's more like it's happening in that old abandoned lonely house - broken windows of course. Walking in what was previously a bedroom and see old snapshots on a small table: me on my grand'ma's knees when I was 2 years old. I haven't been there for 25 years at least. And my childhood starts rolling back in my mind. How much time since she died ? Maybe 15 years... I've been living so far from here all that time...
The trouble is: 2 days ago I got a phone call from her, or at least an old woman who claimed to be my grandmother, and crying someone was about to kill her. Then those very strange small writings on front door I hadn't seen at a first glance. What am I supposed to do now ?
Seriously, listening to this piece was a real pleasure for me. It's very beautiful and I had a strong emotional experience. I'd say it reminds me some Shostakovitch symphonies (I love Shostakovitch) especially when the first bass pizz comes in.
Michaël
The trouble is: 2 days ago I got a phone call from her, or at least an old woman who claimed to be my grandmother, and crying someone was about to kill her. Then those very strange small writings on front door I hadn't seen at a first glance. What am I supposed to do now ?
Seriously, listening to this piece was a real pleasure for me. It's very beautiful and I had a strong emotional experience. I'd say it reminds me some Shostakovitch symphonies (I love Shostakovitch) especially when the first bass pizz comes in.
Michaël