Favorite piano piece – Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

What is my favorite piano piece? Tchaikovsky’s First Piano Concerto, of course. But not including piano concertos? I’d have to say Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2.

Frédéric Chopin wrote it in the early 1830s and dedicated it to his friend’s wife. (Read into that any way you want). You’ve heard it before. It’s been used in commercials, television shows, movies, all over the place. Although not as famous as Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata or Fur Elise, you’ve still heard it before.

Alright. I want to go there before I get my comments about the actual piece. Chopin more than likely had an affair with his friend’s wife and there she is below. His friend and his friend’s wife divorced four years later due to “multiple infidelities.” Yeah, too coincidental.

Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 dedicated to Marie-Félicité-Denise née Moke

Marie-Félicité-Denise née Moke

I bring that up because I’m just like that. Like it or not, an artist needs a muse. If a guitarist practices the blues eight hours a day, but has a perfect life, he simply can’t play the blues. By the same token, Romantics have to have weird lives or else they can’t really be Romantics. That’s just how it goes.

Back to the topic – Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

Back on topic. Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 is my favorite piece because it represents the night. In fact, a very good night. Listen closely to the passion the music brings. Close your eyes and listen closely. You’ll start imagining good things, and you’ll hear the passion of you and your lover towards the middle of the song. Listen to it build up then near the end, you’ll hear the post-coital depression (which is my book is often just as good as the sex itself). The end is the last cuckoo clock you hear before you go to bed. If you’ve never owned a cuckoo clock, you’ll have no idea what I’m talking about.

See, this is what non-Romantics don’t get about Romanticism. Every fucking measure means something. So the musicians have to play with their hearts, with their souls. American Blues is the closest thing we have to Romanticism today, besides us of course.

The song’s in Eb Major, one of my favorite keys to compose in. (Well, usually its relative minor, but being a Metalhead, I’m more into minors than majors). Chopin himself was in his early 20s when he wrote it, and was a very passionate person.

Take everything you heard about it in the past and throw it out the window. Then turn off the lights, close your eyes, and give it a listen. You may have a completely different interpretation. That’s fine. Mine is biased by my peculiar life + my readings of Chopin’s biographies. You might come up with something completely different.

That, is fine art folks. This is what kids should be studying in schools. I bought his notations for his Nocturnes from Dover Publications because one of the songs on the second album is actually based off his Nocturnes.

Anyways, enjoy. I think you’ll agree that this is a gorgeous piece. Also note who the performer is. I’ve always been a fan of him.


Roman is an artist, composer, writer, and travel junkie, and he can still throw a football

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