I had the "pleasure" of hearing this piece live many years ago performed at The North Carolina School Of The Arts in Winston Salem. At it's conclusion one of the audience members began shouting "Encore, Encore".
When I found this video, I recall attempting to memorize it when I was a student at the North Carolina School of the Arts, but had difficulty remembering all of it in sequence even though it's only 18 measures. What a synchronicity!
Nah, just build a porta-potty system into each of the seats. Toilets would obviously be too noisy and the smell will allow the experience to penetrate three senses. That's a whopping one more sense than before.
@@nickv1212 Sense of smell is underrated, I actually think Erik Satie would approve of this idea as long as the bowel evacuations were relatively silent.
“An artist must regulate his life. Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.) Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am. My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself. I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me. My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely. I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.” ― Erik Satie
Oh wow. I honestly believe I have found my superhero. Everything I've heard and read about Satie so far is outstanding. So sad it is, that he died before I was born. Thank you for posting this, @sonofagunder .
If I had to give Vexations a pseudo scenario as to how I feel when I listen to it. I'm playing this a .75 speed. A man sits at his table eating breakfast alone. The lukewarm shower still fresh in his mind, he adjusts his red tie and then begins to eat. The same breakfast as every day. Same window with a blue and yellow daisy print on the curtains blocks the brightness that would shine through; however, it gives off just enough light to see the food. He finishes and leaves for work on foot as usual. Upon returning home, he sits in the same seat. Dinner is on the table for him. The lukewarm shower he is about to take, crosses his mind. Loosening his red tie, as he begins to eat alone. The same dinner as yesterday and the day before. The ceiling fixture blinks occasionally as it dimly gives off light upon the blue and yellow daisy print curtains as they block the view of the night's moon. After the last bite, he retreats to his shower and then bed. 62 days pass. All with the same routine. On day 63, everything was the same as before except when the man is walking back to his home he notices a red package on his doorstep. He approaches and looks quizzically at it, and then the neiborhood doorsteps. No one lives in any of the houses that are identical to the man's. He brings the package in and sets it on the table in front of him and the dinner. Staring. Wondering. He pushes the dinner off the table. He grips his head in both hands. Finally, he relaxes and his arms fall limply to his side. He gets up and walks out of the house to never be seen again. Vexations _
En el Museo de Bellas Artes en Chile, 32 pianistas, interpretaron las 840 veces indicadas por Satie en la partitura. Fueron horas extrañas... Largas horas... Fue una experiencia muy particular y de enigmático regreso a casa. Humildemente, pienso que la composición de Erik Satie es mucho más profunda de lo que se estima. Gracias por ayudarme a rememorar. Saludos desde Chile.
A beautiful and unusual piece way ahead of its time. This was played back in May in its entirety by Igor Levit. I thought it would be great to actually hear it performed live but unfortunately, I fell asleep. It would be great to have it on a 'Buddha Machine'.
This seems a little fast to me? I played it at 0.75 speed and it sounds closer to other renditions I've heard. Also I am part of club 840. I listened to this for a full day and night about 30 years ago, which wedged it so deeply into my psyche that even to this day it spontaneously starts up as an earworm.
People give meaning where there is little to be had. Satie was quite the joker in his personal life as well as in his work. The title of this piece, as well as the fact that he wrote that this was to be repeated 840 times, with no further explanation is clearly a joke.
not necesarilly. it could be an experiment on audition, on perception of what we think it is or it's not a 'catchy' melody, or what does it take to write one... not everything we don't understand at once means it has no sense.
No, see, he had an affair with the woman in the apartment next to his. When she dumped him, he wrote this to annoy her: a short, discordant song to be played ad nauseum, knowing she could hear through the wall. Hence the title, Vexations. True story.
The description says "In order to listen to the piece 840 times, listen to this 48 times." This does not make sense to me, because if you have to watch this video 48 times to listen to the piece 840 times, then that must mean that this video plays the piece exactly 17.5 times, but the video doesn't end halfway through the piece... neither does the video start mid-song... in which I conclude that something is off... 840 is not evenly divisible by 48
I was about to "like" this video... but it already has the number 666 and as you may, or may not, know... Satie was a believer about the power of the numbers... so let's not spoil this magic moment
*Fitted. In English, we have this thing called the "past tense", it's in Grammar, you should take part in it. The past tense of fit is fitted. So something fitted in well with something else in the past. You can't mix past and present tense in a sentence like that, or it makes you look illiterate.
@@Oscuros I agree with your comment but you seem obsessed to insult another person on their grammar rather than educate them out of the interest of improving peoples understanding of the English language. I'm actually glad that you pointed it out but at the same time I feel bad for you since it seems that you're struggling with self esteem issues.
Cuando la interpretas muchas veces empiezan a pasar cosas extrañas. Por ejemplo oír una melodia dentro de esta o sientes cosas extrañas, como si te salieras del cuerpo, como si no fuera tuyo el cuerpo que toca. O cuando miras alrededor todo parece irreal. O de pronto sientes que la realidad ha cambiado. La música no es sólo música
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I had the "pleasure" of hearing this piece live many years ago performed at The North Carolina School Of The Arts in Winston Salem. At it's conclusion one of the audience members began shouting "Encore, Encore".
When I found this video, I recall attempting to memorize it when I was a student at the North Carolina School of the Arts, but had difficulty remembering all of it in sequence even though it's only 18 measures. What a synchronicity!
Erik is rotating in his grave, laughing his bony ass off 😂
Someday I hope to be able to hear this at a live performance, with an empty bladder of course.
Nah, just build a porta-potty system into each of the seats. Toilets would obviously be too noisy and the smell will allow the experience to penetrate three senses. That's a whopping one more sense than before.
@@nickv1212 Sense of smell is underrated, I actually think Erik Satie would approve of this idea as long as the bowel evacuations were relatively silent.
Where are you going to get the bladder?
Speakers in the pisseries and hallways and stairways, elevators? Nah, I'd actually enjoy a break to howl at the stars, scream, cry. Jump
Your hope will be dashed. Denied. Plan on using a catheter instead.
As a fellow Autistic person, Satie's work continues to inspire me
“An artist must regulate his life.
Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.)
Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am.
My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself.
I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me.
My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely.
I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.”
― Erik Satie
Listened to the whole piece while listening to a lecture in physics. Fabulous.
Oh wow. I honestly believe I have found my superhero. Everything I've heard and read about Satie so far is outstanding. So sad it is, that he died before I was born. Thank you for posting this, @sonofagunder .
As simple as it is, it would still be hell to have to do it 840 times.
Heffman55 Tomlinson I have yet to try
If you haven't already, take a look at the score- it's specially written to be as awkward to read as possible!
This is the only musical composition which is made easier by a convention from professional wrestling: tag team pianists.
Igor Levit did it Yesterday, 15h35 mn
@@Alix777. video or it did not happen
There is something very unnerving about vexations. It is a beautiful piece of music.
Press a bunch of sharps and flats in an up and down style and boom, new vexations.
@@matthewguilbert2104 you must not have a very good ear...
@@thetopface No, he must have an excellent one
probably has to do with the fact every chord creates tension, but is never resolved
@@matthewguilbert2104 Sounds so easy..where are other great composers in the past- or currently-doing this easy thing?
I played it 841times so l had to start over
If I had to give Vexations a pseudo scenario as to how I feel when I listen to it. I'm playing this a .75 speed.
A man sits at his table eating breakfast alone. The lukewarm shower still fresh in his mind, he adjusts his red tie and then begins to eat. The same breakfast as every day. Same window with a blue and yellow daisy print on the curtains blocks the brightness that would shine through; however, it gives off just enough light to see the food. He finishes and leaves for work on foot as usual. Upon returning home, he sits in the same seat. Dinner is on the table for him. The lukewarm shower he is about to take, crosses his mind. Loosening his red tie, as he begins to eat alone. The same dinner as yesterday and the day before. The ceiling fixture blinks occasionally as it dimly gives off light upon the blue and yellow daisy print curtains as they block the view of the night's moon. After the last bite, he retreats to his shower and then bed. 62 days pass. All with the same routine. On day 63, everything was the same as before except when the man is walking back to his home he notices a red package on his doorstep. He approaches and looks quizzically at it, and then the neiborhood doorsteps. No one lives in any of the houses that are identical to the man's. He brings the package in and sets it on the table in front of him and the dinner. Staring. Wondering. He pushes the dinner off the table. He grips his head in both hands. Finally, he relaxes and his arms fall limply to his side. He gets up and walks out of the house to never be seen again.
Vexations _
And what becomes of the one who makes the dinner?
No one cares
My response to this music is exactly the same as yours, except for the colour of his tie.
En el Museo de Bellas Artes en Chile, 32 pianistas, interpretaron las 840 veces indicadas por Satie en la partitura. Fueron horas extrañas...
Largas horas...
Fue una experiencia muy particular y de enigmático regreso a casa.
Humildemente, pienso que la composición de Erik Satie es mucho más profunda de lo que se estima.
Gracias por ayudarme a rememorar.
Saludos desde Chile.
buenisima
@@Recuerdaclub hipnótica!!!! A lo Ravel... Saludos!
On 840 pianoes simultaneously! Voila a both gloriously short and momentous occasion, an absolute festival. Think mushrooms and tequila.
I played this piece in college. But oddly, it sounds completely unfamiliar. I do remember being vexed by the notations.
"Noxations"
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A beautiful and unusual piece way ahead of its time. This was played back in May in its entirety by Igor Levit. I thought it would be great to actually hear it performed live but unfortunately, I fell asleep. It would be great to have it on a 'Buddha Machine'.
This seems a little fast to me? I played it at 0.75 speed and it sounds closer to other renditions I've heard.
Also I am part of club 840. I listened to this for a full day and night about 30 years ago, which wedged it so deeply into my psyche that even to this day it spontaneously starts up as an earworm.
is this a blessing or a curse unto you
@@JodediahHolems I don't really think of it in those terms. It's just part of my inner soundtrack/landscape
@@marcdefaoite
OUCH.
Satire arrives home late one evening alone having finished a bottle of 70% proof liquor.
Sits at his piano by the window and the rest is history.
my brain is creating patterns and giving meaning to the repeating piece
a false emotion, but its a powerful one
what makes you think it is false?
@@maxmomusic2219 bc they aren't born from something, they're born from nothing
@@willpuckett4129 how is that related to this
@@fxlkpunkrapper Wrong.
Wonder how many players have been interupted playing this, lost count and hurled their piano out a window ????? :)
Soundtrack to my Kafkaesque Monday mornings at work trying to write a report
Ghostwring.
Ur making us listen more than 840 times.
Love it. It gets stuck in your head
If I was a music teacher and I wanted to punish my students, I’d make them play vexations all the way through.
People give meaning where there is little to be had. Satie was quite the joker in his personal life as well as in his work. The title of this piece, as well as the fact that he wrote that this was to be repeated 840 times, with no further explanation is clearly a joke.
Could be. But he also was a bit mad in a unique way. I can easily imagine he meant this to be serious.
not necesarilly. it could be an experiment on audition, on perception of what we think it is or it's not a 'catchy' melody, or what does it take to write one... not everything we don't understand at once means it has no sense.
No, see, he had an affair with the woman in the apartment next to his. When she dumped him, he wrote this to annoy her: a short, discordant song to be played ad nauseum, knowing she could hear through the wall. Hence the title, Vexations. True story.
@Joel Panther I would hear this other version
Maybe he just wrote it because he thought it sounded cool
This comes isbeyond description, and an order of magnitude
This piece reminds me so much of Mark Rothko. I don't know how I made that connection, just that for me it is true.
You should listen to some Morton Feldman, including his piece written specifically for Rothko.
The description says "In order to listen to the piece 840 times, listen to this 48 times."
This does not make sense to me, because if you have to watch this video 48 times to listen to the piece 840 times, then that must mean that this video plays the piece exactly 17.5 times, but the video doesn't end halfway through the piece... neither does the video start mid-song... in which I conclude that something is off... 840 is not evenly divisible by 48
Your mom made sense to me.
Chill.
Bravo! Encore!
Still can't get over the breakup with Suzanne :')
She's not comming back Eric
At least Suzanne is happier now (probably)
Classical Horror Ambient... It's Nice. ;-(
I was about to "like" this video... but it already has the number 666
and as you may, or may not, know... Satie was a believer about the power of the numbers... so let's not spoil this magic moment
It sounds like music that would have fitted well with the movie The Shining.
*Fitted. In English, we have this thing called the "past tense", it's in Grammar, you should take part in it.
The past tense of fit is fitted. So something fitted in well with something else in the past. You can't mix past and present tense in a sentence like that, or it makes you look illiterate.
@@Oscuros I agree with your comment but you seem obsessed to insult another person on their grammar rather than educate them out of the interest of improving peoples understanding of the English language. I'm actually glad that you pointed it out but at the same time I feel bad for you since it seems that you're struggling with self esteem issues.
@@Oscuros Thanks for haved explained it so well.
prachtig
24 hrs of this? Someone needs something to do.
banger
if you listened to all of this, tell me, was it worth while?
Reminds me a little of Copland's Piano Variations.
I'm surprised that I have such a visceral emotional reaction to what I perceive to be musically/aesthetically so disjointed and nonsensical
Aditichirag Shah very interesting. im the opposite. I find the repetitiveness relaxing
Would you say this piece vexes you?
@@matt-mason-new-music Haha, yes!
Tritono!!!!!
I would "like" this video, but I don't want to ruin everything.
840 repetitions. The Nyan Cat of its day?
Qué repetición de la repetición de las REPETIDERAAAS!!!!!!!
Cuando la interpretas muchas veces empiezan a pasar cosas extrañas. Por ejemplo oír una melodia dentro de esta o sientes cosas extrañas, como si te salieras del cuerpo, como si no fuera tuyo el cuerpo que toca. O cuando miras alrededor todo parece irreal. O de pronto sientes que la realidad ha cambiado.
La música no es sólo música
They didn't play the full song, im suing 🙄🙄🙄🙄
Doesn't really sound so vexatious.
دا كان بيخبط وهو زعلان
Not very catchy is it...
Don't worry, after 840 times it starts to become familiar...
@@tritonus1415 bruh u gotta be genius to have memorized the piece just listening it only once
I caught your mom pretty easily.
Bunch of modal progressions. Nothing earth-shaking.
Oh shut up
@@supDED You shut up.
banger