Chopin is Da Man Now, Dawg!

Chopin was an interesting artist, quite interesting indeed. A rather sickly chap on the whole, but damn fantastic at playing a mean ass piano, now then, young Chopin really had a sensitive ear for music and began playing when he was but a small lad. He was dubbed the Mozart of Poland! Can you imagine, sir? Answer me, answer me now! You cannot because the music of Chopin has enraptured the very essence of your being, hasn’t it baby tears? What can one add to the respective Chopin legacy? So much has already been said and celebrated. Suffice to say that good old Chopin was one of the greatest pianists in all of Classical music, and I would challenge any buck-tooth bloke that suggests otherwise. Not only that, but Chopin very much defined the Romantic era of Classical, at least in my cute and sassy little noodle, sweetie pants.

Dig, Chopin was a master of improvisation. That’s right, folks, it happened long before Thelonious Sphere Monk ultimately graced this planet with his beauty and truth. But Chopin was no Jazz master; and neither was his chums Liszt or Mendelssohn, you know? I can tell you that Chopin dressed like a Dandy fresh out of the Fairy Academy, and what could be better? A part-time job washing dishes at some greasy spoon down the way, pal? I think not. All Chopin needed was the air that he breathed, and that’s Frédéric Chopin to you! Miss Chopin, if you’re nasty! So, grab a book about Chopin’s life and make him your wife! Buy all that you can by good old Chopin, and maybe your ears will eventually grow as sensitive as his were, and maybe you too will become a great composer and pianist. There is no question that anything is possible in the musical universe, so give it a go my little brothers! This was a fragile chap with a fragile sound, and it is to be made clear within the context of this article that music is a thing of beauty and should never cease to be musical.

But I am not done quite yet; did you know that all of Chopin’s works involved the piano in some way? Sounds to me as if the man had a bit of a fetish, did he not, Mr. Redmond Barry?

The following is not ACTUALLY Little Miss Chopin, but please, do enjoy and excuse the coughing at the beginning (Ha! Isn’t it always like that in theatres, dear?).