"Schnittke’s music is nervy, fragile, and its textures
delicate stuff. Even at its most vigorous and agitated, it seems that if we
could hold it to the sun, light would bleed through. Past and the present exist
together here. Like cities, all music is built on the ruins of the old, but in
Schnittke, the sound of centuries otherwise lost to us is still there, like
ancient wallpaper revealed where new layers have peeled away. The frisson is in
the ragged overlap between both; neither old, nor new, but something else, a
distant memory that resurfaced just a moment ago."
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