Claude Debussy, 1903
Wednesday
“I foresee the possibility of music written specially to be performed in the open air, constructed on broad lines, vocally and instrumentally audacious, floating freely in the air and soaring gaily over the tops of the trees. Certain harmonic progressions that might seem abnormal in the concert hall would certainly be appreciated at their real value in the open air. There would be a mysterious collaboration between the air, the fluttering of the leaves and the scent of the flowers and the music itself; the latter would unite all these elements in such perfect harmony that it would appear to be a part of each one of them... Finally, one would be able to verify once and for all whether music and poetry are the only arts which move in space... I may be mistaken, but it seems to me that there is enough in this idea for future generations to dream about.”