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Just a place for general discussion. A place to unload whats on your mind and talk about anything - personal, health, help needed, achievements, daily highs and daily lows, theories, predictions and what have you.
Does not need to be Q related.
I recommend the Berliner Philharmoniker app if you can get it on your TV or phone. I have it on the apps part of my Blu-Ray player, and occasionally will go on there and watch a concert or two. It goes all the way back to when Herbert von Karajan was conductor [he has since passed] but the other night, I watched Daniel Barenboim perform Beethoven's 3rd Piano Concerto and Mozart's 24th Piano Concerto. I know that not all of you are into classical music, but it is a sight to behold.
It sounds like a wonderful experience of great music!
When I was a little boy, I didn't speak until I was five. I was a sickly child, but as far as speaking, I didn't need to. I listened a lot. Anyway, I would go into these depressive fugues because [even though it wasn't known at the time] I was autistic. My father found a way to break me out of these fugues by playing classical music. When I was four, he played Tchaikovsky's Romeo & Juliet and that was the first time I had ever heard it - and I was hooked. I couldn't get enough of it. There are certain pieces that take me back, and the two I mentioned in the post are but two of them. The Adagio from Mozart's 23rd Piano Concerto is another, as is Debussy's Claire de Lune.
Until he divorced my mom when I was 8, we had this thing: he would come home from work every day, and after settling in and taking care of other family business, the two of us would lay on the floor and he had an old Hammond World Atlas he would open up. All the while in the background music was wafting from an old RCA Victrola phonograph - Tchaikovsky, Prokofiev, Beethoven, Mozart, Brahms and some others - and while the music was playing, we would travel around the world and he would take me to faraway places on the map. We traveled the world together, and I remember him telling me that the music was God's way of speaking to us.
I know it sounds corny as hell, but I have never had quite such a wonderful time since then, although I have come close. The stupidest thing I ever did was not pursue the piano, but in a way I am kind of glad because I am such a perfectionist that it would have killed me. So, I decided to re-create the perfect acoustic environment with a speaker setup in my home. At least once a week I will immerse myself in the wonderful world of classical music, and travel back in time to when my dad was alive. No one can hurt me there. Although I am not terribly religious, that is my way of speaking to God. Maybe there is someone out there who understands that. My wife does, but not too many others, and that is okay.
Sorry for the long post.
I love this! Your story takes me back to my childhood filled with classical music and ballet classes and storytelling with my father. How beautiful!