Rest in peace, George Winston. I’ve spent many Sunday mornings listening to your music while sipping my coffee and reading the newspaper. Your music was relaxing and inspiring.
Many fond memories of George’s music. Peaceful and intelligent. RIP.
Medicine doesn’t seem to get it.
I’m hoping that A.I. will find the cure.
Have seen him several times. I can still hear his bare (sock covered) feet as he’d approach the piano on stage…also, as he worked the pedals. Another unique Winston thing was reaching into the piano and creatively plucking the strings to create a sound (or tone), otherwise, never heard while playing the keys. Prior to each performance, he’d politely ask the audience to remain silent at the end of each song to ensure the last bit of resonance was heard. Something an audiophile can appreciate.
Always a pleasure to see him and have spent many mellow hours listening to his music. Another great one gone…RIP Mr. Winston.
December was one of the first CDs I ever purchased.
I wore that disc out (figuratively speaking).
Winter Into Spring, is another favorite of mine.
A blurb on Amazon for Winter Into Spring sums his work up nicely:
“More like poems for piano than traditional, structured songs, the music of George Winston plays like a lyrical soundtrack to the natural world’s rhythms,…”
My condolences to his family and friends…
December was my introduction to his music. I expanded out to the seasons from there and then beyond.
A wonderfully sublime pianist. RIP Mr. Winston.
I was at a concert of his back in the 1980’s. There was a box of something adorned in a bow or 2. The MC suggested it may be George’s birthday, so the audience broke into a boisterous version of “happy birthday to you” and George even commented that it was the worst singing he’d ever heard! He then lifted the box up and told us that Windham Hill was giving away a set of all their records to one lucky guy drawn from the people who’d bought advanced tickets.
He called my name!
I listened to three of George Winston’s albums today. It made me think back to those wonderful early years when I finally started working on a nice music system. Brought back great memories. Buying albums, going to audio stores, having friends over to explore our collective interest in this thing called high end audio. Being amazed that music like his (and others) could sound so good at home. Ah, those enthusiastic younger days have passed, and now with each passing day the musicians that made my era of discovery so happy, each as well pass on. When I was done I was torn between the same combination of joy and melancholy that I found so often in his music.
I knew of him but was unfamiliar with his music. I thus went to YouTube and tried to listen to December.
His music makes my skin crawl. It makes me painfully tense and hyper. I listened to every track for a bit, and could not wait for each to stop.
It continues to fascinate me how there are so many ways to perceive the world.
No offense to those who enjoy his music. It is always wonderful to find music to enjoy.
Even the title track?
To each his own.
Best regards, Elk.
Did Windham Hill produce high quality LPs in that era?
They were actually quite good, for a small label.
Yes, including the title track. Ugh.
As you note, to each his own. This is not for me.
That’s a cool story, man.
We still like you, well I do. And as you said, to each their own.
I had never heard of George Winston, but thought to investigate Elk’s reaction by listening to ‘Thanksgiving’ from ‘December’. It was pleasant enough, certainly not skin-crawling for me, but was something I would, in my youth and arrogance, have dismissed as piano bar music.
I have the same reaction to all ambient/mood/“relaxing” music. I do not know why. I end up annoyed rather than soothed.
Good for you to have given it a listen.