classical music and me
I have no idea how it began.
as a boy I believed that classical music was
for sissies and as a teenager I felt this even
more strongly.
yes, I think it began in this record
store.
I was in my booth listening to whatever I
listened to
at that time.
then I heard some music in the next
booth.
the sounds seemed very strange and
unusual.
I saw the man leave his booth and
return the record to the clerk.
I went to the clerk and asked for that
record.
[.... snip ....]
I took the record to my booth
and played it.
never had I heard such
music.
unfortunately, I no longer
remember what that
piece of marvelous
music was.
[.... snip ....]
I was hooked.
[.... snip ....]
my tastes were strange.
I liked Beethoven but
preferred Brahms and
Tchaikovsky.
Borodin didn't work.
Chopin was only good
at moments.
Mozart was only good
when I was feeling
good and I seldom
felt that
way.
[.... snip ....]
now Mahler is in the room
with me
and the chills run up my
arms, reach the back
of my neck ...
it's all so unbelievably
splendid,
splendid!
and I can't read a note of
music.
But I have found a part of
the world
like no other part of the
world.
it gave heart to my
life, helped me get
to
here.