36 Years Ago

36 Years Ago, Vienna 1971—A Student Journal

Day 294: A holiday with Hesse


Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
A year of music, study, travel, sightseeing & friends.

Day 294 — A holiday with Hesse
22-May-1972 (Montag–Mon.)


Ferien. Again, no practicing. Instead a good amount of writing work and reading. Hesse—
The Glass Bead. Drives me wild. I feel that when I read him, so many of the ideas and feelings that he has, I have also been feeling, all along inside of me. He adds so much more to the meanings of these feelings. And they are also so amazingly connected to the concepts of music. I think, an opera, perhaps, “The Glass Bead Game” would have unbelievable (unlimited) possibilities. The hardest part would be to have the elements of it communicate the same innermost spirit that Hesse projects. Perhaps quite a while in the future.

Saw “Don Carlos” – Verdi. Excellent cast, Gwenyth Jones. Interesting with it’s scary theme. I enjoy Verdi’s music—it is often beautiful, but sometimes strikes me as just show.

Usually, at all of these operas, I cannot help but think a lot about the opera itself, and its elements, or often, about contemporary music and how it could be used as such. I am often puzzled, and have trouble finding, the “essence” of where and how contemporary music is progressing. Too often it seems empty.


A Hesse holiday. Today is another holiday. I am not practicing and instead do a lot of writing and reading—Hermann Hesse to be specific. I remember reading a lot of Hesse in college. Now, I can’t remember anything. I will have to read him to see why he resonates so dearly to my “artistic” side. That is one thing I like about “youth,” that you can become truly excited by and enthralled by what fancies you. Good. As you get older, the excitement is generally sanded down a bit with your “maturity.” Good for youth.

I’m even thinking of a Hesse opera? I certainly am not capable of writing an opera, or perhaps any large-scale work.

Essence of Verdi. Sometimes I laugh a little about my “loftiness” when I write about these feelings that music brings to me. I suppose that it is that intensity of youth, and the dreams of youth, that bring that about. Good for youth, again.


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