Max Reger

Nobody ever talks about Max Reger, except specialists maybe and then what could be said except sad things?

Like "he was the second JS Bach", yes yes, ein Reger steht immer beim Bach.

He was a great musician, for sure. He lived and died from it. From thinking too much, from gigabytes in his head, from high blood pressure, from a complicated nature.

But he could pass it on through ten fingers and two feet.

I enjoyed today his Sonata in D Minor/part I. This is absolute complexity and at last I found some joy and good feeling in it. Besides the usual incredible intellectual challenge and high pressure virtuosity, inside darkness and unquietness, there was something like millions of cells moving at fast speed, bubbling joy of absolute technical control and the feeling of having crossed all borders and gone beyond all human limits.

Absolute technique becomes transcendantal, this is one of the ways. I wish I ever could with something somehow.

But as the need exists to give my brain some food just to maintain it and keep it busy the right way, not with the usual trifle or dayly rubbish, so there will probably always be Max Reger and the knowledge that you can arouse strong emotions through a complicated structure, if you have enough virtuosity, feel joyous about your command of it all and end it all up in absolute grandeur.

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