May 6 is Eugen Doga’s mom’s birthday

May 6 is Eugen Doga’s mom’s birthday. The Maestro wrote this text a year ago, on May 6, 2015, about his mom.

In the Mirror of Moments. Part 8.

This note modifies one of the most tragic Doga's songs — A Human Voice (lyrics by Robert Rozhde-stvensky). This is an antiwar song, an appeal to people to linger and perceive the wonder of the land. Had the song been written in an 'alarm' manner, it would not be so impressive. A free flowing melody is the beauty itself, like our planet, its nature and people on it with all their love and striving for happiness. The tenderness and delicacy of the song make it sound like a whisper amidst a chaos, and all this strikes one much more than loudness of alarm-bells.

In the Mirror of Moments. Part 7.

"When composing I always try to find a definite shape. I believe that there is some mysterious moment of coincidence. If I can find and express it in my music, the listener will respond to it and perceive it as an echo of his own emotions.

In the Mirror of Moments. Part 6.

It was the time when he cherished the idea of Luchaferul ballet. He wrote music to some scenes, but put this work aside for a while.

In the Mirror of Moments. Part 5.

Here in Moldavia Doga formed into a composer, moulding his self against the hardships of life and throughout a long period of artistic growth. And here he started his unrestrained creative ascent, having cleared himself of all influences, to become a master of his own theme and vision.

The composer's attitude to his creation does not coincide with the regard of musical critics depicting him as a man who has established himself at the apex of his fortune. He would be more willing to compare himself to a small boy, having climbed up a high tree, tempted by the best fruit at the top. The ground is far away down, and thin branches are swaying under his weight, and the fruit are seductive and calling. And there is no way backwards...

In the Mirror of Moments. Part 4.

And his life did start to gain speed at last. His scooter broke down in the most inappropriate place — opposite the Opera House. Among a dozen of idlers, who watched Doga's attempts to make the scooter go, there was Georgiy Vode, a beginning poet and film-di­rector, as young as Doga himself. He was agonizingly trying to place the lad's face and at last recognized him as the author of the songs popular with students. Vode came up to the composer smeared up with oil and asked if he didn't mind having a go at films.

In the Mirror of Moments. Part 3.

The concert in which N. Chepraga, M. Ivanush and — a beginner then — A. Lazariuk performed Ye. Doga's songs came to an end. Then there were flowers, asking for authographs, and Doga, his face helpless and naive, was standing among this tumult. He was being shot for TV, congratulated by his famous collea­gues, who were telling him something kind and reassu­ring, touching him by the elbow. Doga was beginning to be appraised for his ownness, to be assumed as himself.