The harmonic idiom of this song may hark back to Schumann, but its incisive rhythms and sparkling piano interjections clearly look ahead to the Strauss of All’ mein Gedanken, mein Herz und mein Sinn
, Schlagende Herzen
and even Schlechtes Wetter
. In particular the character of mischievous confession is beautifully judged, lacing the harmony with deft chromatic touches—as at ‘wo die Trepp’ so dunkel ist’, for example—and landing the final punchline with perfect timing. It is nice to think that the song may have had its echo in real life, amid the chandeliers and panelled rooms of the spa in which Strauss and Lotti met.
from notes by Roger Vignoles © 2012