Erik Satie
Gymnopédie No.1

Gymnopédie No.1

There are times when I find myself thinking about the beautiful things in life, and as subjective and debatable as they may be, I would call them boring. Then there are those times when I think about the ugly things, and as objective and undeniable as they are, I would call them interesting.

The piano is an unhappy instrument, one that has never brought me joy, but sometimes it is necessary.

You’re unemployed and waste your time looking for work; you find work and no longer have time to waste. You fight to be with that girl, the one you’ve always liked, then you succeed and realize you want the other one. You want to leave everything behind, move abroad, and then you realize that true freedom was down at your local bar, when others told you “I have to leave, enough” and you thought I’m fine here.

Erik Satie plays the piano in a slow and sweet way (sweet as she was)

Erik Satie plays the piano melancholically (melancholic like that trip)

Erik Satie plays the piano his own way (like that job you were looking for)

I cannot give a true conclusion to what I have written, maybe because it is all still to be seen.