It seems that I have lost my ability to work. It is as though there is no more motivation that drives me forward.
Glinka is like an acorn from which all of Russian music has sprung up.
I need to get back to taking pleasure from simple things. Simple things like the short polka for children composed by Glinka (listen here, here, or here). Listening to full-blown Rachmaninoff piano concertos has spoiled me to some extent. After I have heard them for more than a dozen of times, I started to feel like I have reached and glimpsed the top most level of perfection. As if I have reached the end. There is nothing more.
But this is wrong on so many levels. Life is infinitely more complex than the Rachmaninoff’s Second Piano concerto. I must return to the basics. Simple, elegant, music pieces.
This philosophy of simplicity can then be transferred from music to the rest of my life.