Mompou is the ultimate master of the tenderness of childhood, especially in its infancy. No music is more deeply moving, no music is more sensitive. Its beauty is beyond great. He is really a dazzling treasure in the entire history of music and he happens to play his music to absolute perfection. If one wants to experience the most intimate inner fabric, there is no better source than the oeuvre of this more special than special artist/
Mompou's piano peices are an expression of longing, of dances in a otherwise silent ballroom. The music clings to the soul and moves the spirit and is beyond metal analysis.
You're right I just got mixed up. I mistakenly referred to the Occitan languages spoken in Southern France as "old French." Old French refers to northern French dialects spoken in Paris or possibly Norman French spoken in Normandy or England.
