When I think about it, I conclude that I’ve been listening to classical music my whole life. I have tiny memories of the classical station playing in the car when I was a kid. I remember my parents’ albums stacked neatly in a cabinet: Beethoven, Vivaldi, Pavarotti singing Verdi. My mind further conjures memories of seeing and hearing a small orchestra play Prokofiev’s “Peter and the Wolf”, complete with narrator. That was the first time music taught me something, and an oboe is still a duck to me. 😉
So it’s always been with me, even during brief abandonments in high school and college. Somehow my fingers always returned to 96.3 on the radio. I love classical because it IS like stepping into Oz. I definitely enjoy my share of current popular music. But nearly all of that share leaves me underwhelmed and sort of gray. And then I hear Vaughan Williams’ “The Lark Ascending” or Eric Whitacre’s spine-tingling “Waternight”. Color, color, color. Beethoven is still raging over that lost penny. Crazy, crazy color.
Welcome to Sibling Revelry, in which my brother and I will be chatting it up about all things classical and taking complete liberty to digress, which is one of our shared talents. We love classical music and we hope you’ll enjoy reading all about it!
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Bravo, sibs! Both the topic and writing are superior in a world of stainless. A most often played album and tape from those days was Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons” which was highly complimented by the Brookside faculty when I chose to use it for the luncheon I chaired through the PTA. Kudos to Van Cliburn (RIP) who really introduced me to Tchaikovsky and made my piano practice a bit loftier. The question remains if I will ever really escape Choice Hymns (my iPod is helping me in this area). Classical on (my take on “rock on”)!
I love it, siblings. I share some of the same memories, brought into Technicolor by turning on the soundtrack of childhood.
Thank you, fellow songstress!!! So glad you’re reading us! 🙂