I am holding in my hands a photocopy of a photocopy of a piece of music copyright 1893. I would do almost anything to get my hands on the original for the singular purpose of the other songs in that collection.
When my sister Anna was a wee lassie she learned a piano song. Her piano teacher photocopied one of her pieces and gave it to Anna as a gift. Piracy? Maybe. But probably not considering what I am about to tell you.
This piece, which I photocopied the photocopy of, is in fact Benjamin Godard’s La Lanterne Magique III (Opus 66) No. 6.- Marcel Le Huguenot.
I have searched high and low on the interwebs and I have found naught of this piece save that it exists.
Part of me is thrilled, like “I’ve played this song and only one other living individual has ever played it!” and the other part(the overwhelming part) is deeply saddened that the world at large will never experience the brilliance of this piece.
On top of this sadness is a deep desire to get my hands on all six pieces in La Lanterne Magique III… or rather the other five that I don’t possess. Although my photocopy has a lot of handwritten notes on it. I haven’t much hope. I am so sad right now.