I am at a loss for words when it comes to describing Feldman's affecting compositions. The feeling is difficult to grasp; I fear that any kind of metaphor I could perhaps use would just be a lame attempt at doing so. All I can say, is that with his slow and deliberate pieces, he achieves a kind of haunting melancholy that is genuinely unsettling.
This particular piece, is for solo piano, in a single, hour long movement. It is minimal, in a sense, but maximal in effect.
Triadic Memories
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