Sorry about my lack of posting (because I’m sure my blog’s weeklong absence has been sorely felt by a wide population) but I’ve been busy learning this. Still trying to wrap my head around it. Hindemith writes music that does not ascribe to geometric shapes. Like an optical illusion you stare until eventually you get it, at which point it is burned into your psyche. Not sure where I’m at yet with this movement.
P. Hindemith. Clarinet Sonata I. Mäßig Bewegt
John Bruce Yeh, Clarinet
Easley Blackwood, Piano.