Alkan


 
 
A while ago I've decided to do an alphabetical journey through my CD collection by composers' last names. When I get through the alphabet once I'll start over again. I've been posting the way stations on that journey on Facebook, but thought I would put them up here as well.
 
I began the project with Marc André Hamelin's Alkan CD. Listening to the "Grande Sonata: Les quatre âges," I was reminded that I was lucky enough to attend a concert in Tokyo at which Hamelin played that work. At the time, I was convinced he had started too fast. There was no way he was going to be able to keep up that pace.
 
Of course he did. I had forgotten that he is one of the great virtuosos of our time.
The remaining tracks on the CD, "Sonatine," "Baracolle" and "Le Festin d'Esope" are also delightful.
 
I'll slowly continue to move posts over from Facebook (I'm currently on L and am listening to Lully.) 

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