Describe what it feels like to hear a beautiful piece of music or see a stunning piece of art.
When my sister and I were growing up, especially when we were living on 24th Street, every weekend morning, I remember waking up to the musical compositions of Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Tchaickovsky and sometimes to shake things up an opera or two. My father was the one who manned the record player and because of him, I love classical music. Do I have a favorite? I can’t say. When I was little I remember seeing Fantasia at the movies and that led to a love affair with Tchaikovsky and then when I got to high school I went towards Bach, Brahms and Grieg, darker more somber pieces, these two composers suited my rebellious teenage spirit.
Luciano Pavarotti became a crush at some point during high school. My father used to play the album “King of the High C’s” and I was hooked. The power inherent in his voice and the beauty coming forth from his lips set goose bumps up and down my spine. His voice brought my soul to places that were magical, his talent was singular and spectacular.
Then I feel in love with Beethoven, how can you not? The movie “Immortal Beloved” is a guide to Beethoven’s music and there is such love, passion and fervor in his music. His genius transports me to beyond thinking, to just feeling the music wash over me and pluck at my heart. It is another magical experience.
I am in awe of these genius’ and I feel so lucky to have the appreciation that my parents instilled in me.