A full 15% of all web traffic is devoted to delivering digital cats to our cat-hungry world. Videos, pictures, memes, comics, whatever: we loves us our kitties.

Well, it’s about time I jumped on the wagon here and posted about cats! I would venture to say that less than .01% of Art Music is about cats, but I do know a few pieces. Some are obnoxiously silly, some are slightly bizarre, and then there’s this really cozy one from the Hermit Songs of Samuel Barber – a little song, sung by a monk to his furry study companion, Pangur.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!

If you are a mother or like a mother to someone, Happy Mother’s Day!

Antonín Dvořák wrote a sweet little song which is perfect for this day. “Songs My Mother Taught Me” describes the tender voice of the author’s mother singing songs with tears in her eyes – and now the teary-eyed author is singing those same songs to her child.

This short lied by Robert Schumann might take less than two minutes to perform, but to me it contains the entire universe of human love and longing. It stops me dead in my tracks – completely unable to move – every time I hear it. It is the opening movement of Dicheterliebe, Schumann’s Song Cycle masterpiece and window into his heart, depression, and mental instability.

I’m afraid to write about it, actually, because I’m afraid of ruining it. It’s an easy piece to analyze from a technical standpoint, but oddly enough, no matter how much I tear it apart, the emotional effect doesn’t diminish. The melody & harmony are simple, but not simplistic; the poetry rhymes – nothing weird here. I think the magic comes from the fact that nothing ever comes to a complete resolution – the piece floats in a special space of unknowing and awkwardness. It’s a moment of heart-wrenching love for another that will not be returned.