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T<\/span>he day I visited Erik Satie<\/a>\u2019s grave in Arcueil, the southern suburb of Paris where he lived and died in 1925 \u2013 as a \u2018great musician, person of heart, and exceptional citizen\u2019, as the epitaph says \u2013 there was a single ripe pear placed on top of the austere plinth. Which makes surreal sense, because among Satie\u2019s piano works are his Three Pieces in the Shape of a Pear<\/i>.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Satie\u2019s music, his multi-dimensional creativity and the way he lived his life are still exemplary and visionary. He made some of the earliest music for film, he was a postmodernist avant la lettre<\/i>, he conjured the genres of ambient music and background musak decades before the rest of the world caught up with him, and he made music that allows listeners to interpret its riddles any way we like.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p><\/div> <\/section> This includes those pieces by Satie most familiar to us. Consider the case of the Gymnop\u00e9dies<\/i> for solo piano: music whose title comes from an ancient Greek dance for unarmed, naked men, which has become as familiar as any sounds any composer has ever conceived. The Gymnop\u00e9dies<\/i> are three little pieces whose breathtaking tranquility accompanies adverts and soundtracks, have been remixed by electronica artists and prog rockers, and two of which were orchestrated by Claude Debussy<\/a><\/strong>. And their lilting dissonances, their three-time play of limpid melody sighing against the bass line and triads in the middle of the texture is among the most gently radical of the late-19th century. <\/span><\/p>\n The Gymnop\u00e9dies<\/i> were made in 1888 in Montmartre, when Satie was a pianist for the emerging art-form of cabaret at the club Le chat noir<\/i>. If you put them in context with what other composers in Europe were up to \u2013 Mahler<\/a> <\/strong>writing his First Symphony<\/a><\/strong>, Richard Strauss<\/a> <\/strong>composing Don Juan<\/i><\/a><\/strong>, Tchaikovsky<\/a><\/strong>, his Fifth Symphony \u2013 Satie\u2019s music may as well come from another planet. Instead of those hyper-expressive behemoths, Satie\u2019s music doesn\u2019t tell us how to feel and it doesn\u2019t create a self-conscious drama. Satie dares instead to invite us into a state of being, rather than manipulating our emotions. That\u2019s why they still sound contemporary.<\/span><\/p>\n Yet Satie\u2019s music is powerfully expressive: from the ecstasy and despair that any pianist experiences if they play his Vexations<\/i> how he tells them to, repeating its single page precisely 840\u00a0times, lasting anywhere from 10 to 36 hours. There\u2019s the dizzying collage of <\/span>his ballets and multi-media spectaculars, like Parade<\/i> and Rel\u00e2che<\/i>, which he created <\/span>with such collaborators as Pablo Picasso and Ren\u00e9 Clair. And there\u2019s Socrate<\/i>, composed in 1919 for voice and piano or ensemble, setting the words of Plato on the death of Socrates. In this piece, Satie\u2019s principles of relentless objectivity and austerity result in some of the most strangely and powerfully moving music of the 20th century. But Satie\u2019s entire output is a treasure trove of paradox and prophecy. Explore it with surreal joy and delight \u2013 and a pear or two, too<\/span><\/p>\n