Good morning everyone. Is there a better way to start the day than listening to Spanish guitar music? I doubt it.

Isaac Albéniz

Córdoba [arr. guitar]

Albeniz was one of the greatest pianists in history, and while he initially gained popularity from his salon ditties, he solidified his place in the repertoire with fantastic suites that showed a mix of impressionism and nationalism. His greatest achievement in those categories as to be the four books of Iberia, one of the most difficult piano pieces in the standard repertoire. However, this piece comes from an early piano suite, Chants d’Espagne, and it gives off Albeniz’s impression of one of his favorite cities in the country. Córdoba is, at its core, a city of rich cultural history, and holds the Mosque-Cathedral, one of the greatest achievements of Moorish architecture

Glenn Gould in Rapture

“What’s going on here, I can only guess, but here’s what you’re about to see: In the video below, the great musician Glenn Gould, supreme interpreter of Bach, is sitting at his living room piano on a low, low chair, his nose close to the keys. He’s at his Canadian country house in his bathrobe.

Through the window, you catch snatches of his back yard. It’s a windy day and he’s got a coffee cup sitting on the piano top. He’s working on a Bach partita, not just playing it, but singing along in his swinging baritone. As he plays, he gets so totally, totally lost in the music that suddenly (1:57 from the top), smack in the middle of a passage, with no warning, for no apparent reason, his left hand flips up, touches his head; he stands up, and walks in what looks like a trance to the window. There’s an eerie silence. Then, in the quiet, you hear the Bach leaking out of him. He’s still playing it, but in his head, he’s scatting the beats. Then he turns, wanders back, sits down, and his fingers pick up right where his voice left off, but now with new energy, like he’s found a switch and switched it.

What just happened? I’m not sure. But I think this is a rare vision of what it’s like to be so in your head you leave your body, or at least the moving parts of your body, totally behind. There is a name for this, from psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, but first, just watch. And don’t miss the walk-to-the-window part …

Glenn Gould was a complicated man. He didn’t like to practice; instead he’d prepare for concerts mentally, running the piece over and over, playing with imaginary fingers. When he was a little baby, it was said that instead of crying, he would hum. He had perfect pitch and could read music before he could read words. So perhaps what you see in this video is just — for him — his way of “playing.” He could switch seamlessly from fingering the piano to a purely virtual music-making; he could move fluently from real to not. Or maybe what we see him doing is something we all can do — but geniuses get there more often — reach a state of total absorption. Gould in his living room, for some reason, reminds me of Michael Jordan playing basketball or Etta James singing the blues; there’s a concentration, a zoning in, that’s so deep it feels special, like a kind of ecstasy.

The ‘Flow State’

Athletes, of course, call this “being in the zone.” Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (pronounced MEE-high, CHEECH-sent-mee-high) calls it “the flow state.” When you are in it,writes neuroscientist Daniel Levitin, “attention is focused on a limited perceptual field that receives your full concentration and complete investment. Action and awareness merge.”

You get so deeply into your head, you lose track of everything except what you’re doing. There was a surgeon, Csikszentmihalyi says, who wasn’t aware that the roof of his operating room had collapsed until he was done with the surgery. In this state, “what you think becomes what you do,” Levitin writes. We “get wonderfully, blissfully lost in an activity, losing all track of time, of ourselves, our problems.”

How one gets there — that’s still a mystery. Practice is important. Tenacity matters. Talent helps. When you find your “flow,” your brain changes. Dopamine and noradrenaline kick in, GABA neurons get suppressed; sex, hunger, thirst matter less, you are free to play more deeply with stream-of-conscious associations; you are chemically released and can now roam far and wide. Yes, you have no idea where you are or how this is happening; but that it’s happening must be one of the most wonderful experiences ever. When I watch Glenn Gould walking back to his piano, carried there by an 18th-century fugue, I see a man transported, a man not lost, but found, a man in a state of grace. If there is a heaven, Glenn Gould at that moment is very close.”

- Robert Krulwich / NPR

Some mornings I come early to work and play/mess around on the piano we have in the hallway. The song I wrote today was really pretty.


Liszt - Ballade Ukraine

This might sound silly, but whenever there’s a full moon, and I’m in the mood, I like to find a piece to listen to while I stare up at the night sky. This was my recent choice for moon music


Any Game of Thrones fans on here? You have to see this. This is crazy!


Rachmaninoff | “Prelude in G Major Op.32 - no.5” (Valentina Lisitsa piano) ____________Goodnight ●((

🍃I love this music beyond words can express in any known language 🍃

In honor of Polina’s new SP, here’s a throwback to the time when I taped all six pages of Moonlight Sonata across my piano!