Vienna Concert – Keith Jarrett

I was writing a letter for a friend of mine when I decided to switch my iPod from the “Cinema Paradiso ost.” To “Jarrett, Keith”. I played the “Vienna Concert”, the album this friend of mine gave me. It wasn’t only that I was curious to listen this popular composition, but as I agreed to “The Sinister”, my friend =), that I tended to be such a melancholic and romantic person :”>

So I thought it would be simply nice to write him while I listened to the music he gave me.

But then, it turned out to be no longer a romantic, but pathetic moment.

It didn’t take so much concentration to write him, actually. Because I was getting used to write him (and read his ‘essays’ instead of letters ); and as we understood each other, I didn’t worry anymore that my English was going to be too poor for him~^^. So listening to music and writing him my ‘essays’ (but not as much as his~^^) should have been simply possible to be done.

 

But as listened to the Vienna Concert part 1, I felt so much distracted by Jarrett solo performance. I knew “Koln Concert part 1″ could make me cry, and “My back pages” from the album “Somewhere Before” could make me smile. But the Vienna Concert part 1, especially the beginning part (from more than 40 minutes) was something else! It was too quiet, and demanding!

By ‘demanding’ I meant he really expected me to focus on his sentences (that he delivered by the keyboard of “Steinway & Sons”) and he demanded me to stop writing, I couldn’t think of anything else, I forgot what to share and write. I totally couldn’t think of anything else but to listen to Jarrett’s wordless story. The story that he represented in order to bring my memories appears in the screen of my brain! My path, I remember the walk I made. I saw my sweet, depressing, wonderful, as well as hurtful road I had been through. I made conversation with Jarrett, inside my head, in a leisure pace, over a hot coffee and chilly rain.

I sometimes wiped my cheek from the tears that fell as I listen to his intense emotion. And I felt so pathetic when after about 20 minutes he repeated similar tone over an over. It was too depressing and made me say: “C’mon Man, move on…” and indeed, I wasn’t so sure if I told that to him, or to myself.

Apart from so many wonderful pieces my friend gave me: The Portico Quartet (so glad I know them^^), Manu Katche, Dave Holland, Julia Sassoon, Brad Mehldau, Pat Metheny, and so much more; this Vienna Concert was something else. I cant explain why it was different, but my heart said so and I about to quit questioning it so much now ^^.

~ by nisa felicia faridz on April 7, 2008.