It really is impossible to write a short piece on classical music. But I have to at least try to convey what it meant to me and still does.
I had what I consider a medium-sized talent for music. I had a pretty good voice and I learned to play the piano amazingly quickly. I always liked systems and languages and different ways of classification. Music had all of that and I soaked it up. Even the words inserted in the musical scores are in Italian.
So I was introduced to Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart. To me they were a minor kind of godhead. Bach was so orderly, his music not passionate but disciplined and comforting. Beethoven was full of passion. Mozart–it’s hard to say what he meant to me. I knew the horrendous stories of his father dragging him all over Europe, showing off his son’s mega-talents for money. And he died so young.
There aren’t enough words to describe how good I felt–good all over–when I had mastered one of the first simple pieces assigned to me.
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