Ten Pieces for Piano, Op. 12, No. 7 Prelude ‘Harp’

…That’s a mouthful.

Anyways, for, like, two weeks, I thought Bleach was going to end, so I was about to make a post about it ending…

…but it didn’t. DAMMIT KUBO MOTHERFUCKING AIZEN IS MOTHERFUCKING IN PRISON FOR TWENTY FIVE MOTHERFUCKING THOUSAND YEARS ALREADY, AND ICHIGO’S LOST ALL OF HIS MOTHERFUCKING SHINIGAMI POWERS. NOW WILL YOU STOP STOP STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP THE MADNESS?!

Next up, I recorded another recording of something, but THE CAMERA DIDN’T CATCH MY DYNAMICS, which was the ENTIRE POINT OF THE PIECE. Oh well, I guess I can re-record it again…

Finally, a day after I recorded the dynamic-fail piece, I recorded this; on October 23rd, to be precise. My computer was still dead then, so what else to do with my time?

There are numerous mistakes here as well, but my camera (yet again, I place the blame on something else) is set on one side of the piano, so the place where I wanted less volume to be actually got increased more in volume.

OH WELL

I probably rushed this as well; it’s supposed to have much more of a ‘harp’ sound, as it’s actually written for either piano or harp. You can play this on a harp. Yeah.

Sergei Sergeyevich Prokofiev was born in 1891 in Russia. Not SOVIET RUSSIA because that wouldn’t exist until Prokofiev became 26.

Anyways, from a young age, Prokofiev began demonstrating his ability to be superior over everyone else. When he was nine, he wrote an EPIC OPERA, first performed in NINETEEN OH ONE by SOME PEOPLE for an audience of SIX.

He obviously entered a prodigious musical academy while being considerably younger than the other students, and demonstrated a extreme passion for mus(ry

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…His first major work was for the famous impresario Diaghilev, the very same who commissioned Stravinsky’s three Ballet Russes Ballets (Petrushka (F# MAJOR GO GO), L’Oiseau de Feu (the Firebird), and Le Sacre du Printemps (the Rite of Spring)), the Chout ballet.

Eventually, SOVIET RUSSIA began to appear and socialize much of Russia’s art forms; his experimental, modern tones had to move to San Francisco.

After the first world war was over, he returned to Russia to much more favourable conditions. However, Prokofiev died on March the 5th, 1953 – the same day as Joseph Stalin.

As an aside, because everyone was SAD about Stalin’s death, they couldn’t carry Prokofiev’s body out for the funeral until the 8th.

His Opus Twelve is a collection of 10 works for either piano or harp, each one being completely different from the others (e.g. Number 5 is ‘Caprice: Allegretto capricciosamente’). It was composed between 1906 and 1913, and had its premiere in 1914. Number Seven (this one) is the ‘easiest’ to play…

Anywho, Prokofiev was an awesome man. I mean, anyone who composes anything that has a title like ‘The Love for Three Oranges’ has to be awesome.

…right?