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The movement peaks with the sound of a breaking heart. Upon hearing this stunning piece of music, I was immediately captivated – especially by the heart-pounding Presto 4th movement. It could be pain. It could be the memory of running.
It could be a racing mind. Could it be infidelity? I was privileged to have found a few areas to contribute a little to the existing version after carefully going over the sheet music. The first movement is romantic reflection.
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He’s interacting with the world around him, and possibly feeling a little melancholy from the cold isolation with only the sheep as his friends. It could be passion.
That leads ooyunbaba the 4th movementwhich is undoubtedly involving running. There are some shortened versions out there, but my feeling is that each movement has a part of the story to tell. Little wonder that on one occasion, I played through to the end of the 3rd movement and actually sat there for a few minutes, heart pounding and tears forming. Indeed, each time I play it through, a different element of the story seems to fab hold.
Or something more complex that he knows he can do nothing about?
Koyunbaba by Domeniconi, Carlo
Or perhaps the bleating of sheep in a nearby flock. Indeed, the only version of the great John Williams on Youtube tzb this time shows him making a few small errors and one completely wrong note.
Or it could be the shepherd himself running to an edge and the ‘flashing before the eyes’ that occurs in the koyunbava before he leaps. It starts with the moment that his heart realizes that something isn’t right. The third movement actually has the emotional climax of the piece. Most days I play it as passion and excitement, tinged with tah regret.
Or indeed the memory of a lost love’s unique vocal inflection, leading to a regurgitation of a long past argument. A story emerges from each part. Notable is the similarity that this has to the trill from the first movement. Undoubtedly anyone who listens will find the same since the pace is unrelenting and technically challenging.
The second movement indicates that something has called up a strong memory. A collection of notes about classical guitars, nylon strings and related topics.
It is perhaps a little taab since her demeanor is probably the most deadpan in terms of body language, but I’ve always felt that she heard the story beneath better than most. I decided that never in a million years of practicing would I ever be able to play this piece.
The theme of repetition allows for imagery of the Turkish hills or mountains sending back echoes of every sound, hills that could have been the location for the suicide of the shepherd of the legend upon which it is based. For someone with a reputation for mechanical accuracy, that’s got to mean something. The piece ends with a repetition of the beginning of the train of thought that got him there, presumably the last things that pass through his mind as he lies there waiting for his broken body to die.
Of course that can make it a little difficult to keep up a good routine of practice I practiced it on and off as one of the very first pieces I ever attempted, spending more time off than on, but did manage to get things polished to get to the end o the 3rd movement, when the mental strain of keeping all the melodic elements and arpeggio patterns led me to a halt a few times.
I prefer it because of koyunbxba the versions out there, I hear the story tsb clearly with her presentation. He could be sitting on a rock reflecting on better days or perhaps koyunaba over a precipice, listening to the silence and gab bleating sheep a short distance away.