The first one was that of Gabriel Fauré:
As the first grave I visited, I was very pleased to find this. He was buried along with other members of his family, as one can see from the gravestone that marks his grave. I very much enjoyed his grave. I liked how it underlined his service to the state of France by mentioning that he had received the Croix de La Legion, a medal awarded by the French government for civil service. I think it’s great that France, to a greater extent than that of America, recognizes that artists are performing a service for the people of its country. I also like that he was buried with his family, as many of the other composers were. Fauré, for me, is best known for his requiem which greatly influenced the emotional trajectory of my own “Haitian Requiem”, but he is also widely recognized as possibly the greatest master of French song.
The next grave was that of my hands down, unequivocal favorite, Claude Debussy. He was buried in the same cemetery as Fauré. Debussy was my second favorite grave, behind that of Ravel, not only because I worship him as a composer. It is also because of how simple his grave is. The spiral one can see behind the offertory flowers on his gravestone is an affected “D”, his typographical symbol (which one can also find on his handkerchiefs that are kept at his museum at his house of birth outside of Paris.) It is my favorite really because of how understated and simple it is. It thus emphasizes his greatness. This stands in great contrast to the grave of Hector Berlioz, who has two grand columns on either side of his grave as well as a huge marble edifice with his face in profile. I just think that that’s all a little much, and rather tries to cover up any deficiencies Berlioz’s legacy may have left. I must admit, at this grave I became very emotional. To know and feel that one of my idols, as close to a god as any human could be with his mastery of music, had an earthly existence was very special for me, a feeling which was reinforced when I visited his birth house later on in my trip. There I saw some manuscripts of “Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faune”, and even a survey he took of his favorite foods and what not! To be even a fraction of the composer Debussy was would be for me very impressive, as it would mean I would be a very good composer in my own right. No composer will ever do, or ever did, what Debussy was capable of. There is no genre that Debussy didn’t excel at; he is, of course, remembered today mostly for his “Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faune”, and in my mind his great solo piano works, such as the ubiquitous “Clair de Lune.”
I also visited Berlioz’s grave. I am not overly familiar with the music of Berlioz. The only piece of his I really know is his “Symphonie Fantastique”, which is a very good piece to know if it’ll be the only one of his you know. He wrote a requiem that influenced my own as well, in that I decided not to write my requiem like his! However, I will recognize that he is a very good composer. I just thought, as mentioned before, that his grave was a little overdone and tried to compensate too much. Also, he was pretty much a jerk to Chopin, with whom he shares a cemetery.
And now we come to a composer and pedagogue who many might not be familiar with, Nadia Boulanger. Nadia taught an incredible amount of students, ranging from Aaron Copland to Philip Glass today. She has had a huge influence through her teaching. She always made sure to emphasize the strengths and tastes of each individual composer. Unfortunately, I found her grave somewhat under-kept; the picture doesn’t look too bad, but she was in a very-hard-to-find, remote area of the graveyard. Her sister Lili was also reportedly a genius musician; after Lili died young tragically from a disease, Nadia refused to compose anymore because she felt she couldn’t do any better than Lili. Today she has influence through her own method of teaching harmony.
There was also Georges Bizet. I really am not familiar with him at all, but he was in the same graveyard as Boulanger, Berlioz, Poulenc, and Chopin, so I stopped by. I only know him for his opera.
Then, there is the renowned “half-monk, half-thug”, Francis Poulenc. When I visited his grave, I did not know much about him. But since that time, I have become more familiar with his works. What I really appreciate about Poulenc is the number of different ensembles he wrote for successfully. This includes such interesting works as a sonata for 3 brass instruments, or even a work for an instrument from every section of the orchestra in an interesting chamber ensemble. He had a very beautiful grave, as one can see.
Then, of course, there was Frederic Chopin. His grave was overran by tourists, most of whom I’m pretty sure might not be able to recognize any piece of his besides the extremely popular ones. His grave was very grand, and I believe he deserves it. He is, obviously, best known for his solo piano works.
Then, there is Rossini. Once again, I don’t really know too much about him. Nice grave though!
And then…and then, we come to Ravel. The absolute perfect way to end such a day. Ravel was ll by himself in a grave at the very end of the Paris metro, to the north. The nice custodian of the graveyard led me right to his grave. And here is where it really hit me just how important these men were. Just read the inscription: “Maurice Ravel…COMPOSITEUR.” That literally says it all. This man was a composer. He composed, in the same sense that a compound is composed of different elements. He made something where there was nothing before, and that is all he ever cared to be known by. He didn’t try to completely overdo it, like Berlioz. And the gold writing against the gray stone is simply majestic. Here is where I really lost it. I listened to my favorite piece of his, “Pavane for a Dead Princess,” and just gave thanks to whatever’s out there that I could enjoy and elevate my human spirit through works such as his. That’s what I want to be. I want to be: “ Martin Connor…COMPOSITEUR.” If I am, it will mean I have gotten everything out of my life possible.
