Robert Schumann - Romance Op. 28, No. 2 in F Sharp Major
I was playing this in lesson today (the above recording is not mine, however) and my teacher said something rather interesting. Love, here, is very simple. It’s not a fresh, dramatic love of teenagers or even young adults. It’s older, more appreciative, more real. There’s a quality of simplicity, steadiness, consistency, and nostalgia in here, something that shouldn’t be overdone with excessive rubato and dynamics. No, this is very, very simple and sweet. And that’s alright.
I’m already half way through this, the last day of class, and I want to pass out from pain. I don’t want to go in, but I know I have to. For all I know my one teacher may cancel our final. I know we’ve really been pushing for it. He might still give.
But I just want my leggings, pillow, and 3ds right now.