Was listening to Alban Berg's Close o' close my eyes at parting, a 1 minute song written in two versions.
The first was written in 1900, followed by a redo in 1925. My grandmother was 12 for the first version but she was a proud mother for the second.
My mother was 12 when the second version was written.
I see a certain numerical symbolism in this, but this musical miracle in two settings also made me think how much can happen in a relatively short time.
My father was 7 for the second serving of this song, my grandfather was an accomplished young pianist for the first but a WWI invalid for the redo of Close o' close my eyes at parting.
But the music! Listen to these two short pieces, with the words and a score perhaps in front of you.The first version, Massig bewegt, Moderate, calm, is a neoclassic song, with a twist. It's metered in 5/4, not exactly your usual 1900 fare. The song has no key signature, nor does it really care, all it does is to step up and down with predictable yet unnerving interval symmetry. it almost feels as if something was brewing, so that even this mild sonnet contains seeds of war, the DNA of the XX century. Enter the 1925 Close o' close my eyes at parting. 3/4 not 5/4, again no key signature; the up and down of the voice (and piano's singing) resembles the earlier version but there is a corruption of symmetry, a deterioration of rhythm, an aggression on tonality. It's the end of the world!But, no wait, at the end of the piece a "g" from the very end of the register tells us that this is not the end, just the beginning of something similar to a pagan hell.