I have always felt that the most wonderful people are those who make their own music at home. Voice, piano, violin, guitar - whatever.
When I was a kid my Dad was always working on Mozart on the pianny. It used to be the only time I would hear "Damn, damn, damn" from him. Like him, no talent but much desire.
Music in enchanting for me, but not as background sound. Furthermore, I am slow to get it. I need to listen to a piece many times to learn what it seems to be about. Many decades ago, I felt that weed really helped me get the idea of listening to music and it was a help. Reading about it too.
Anyway, I am long past weed but sometimes like to listen to music at night as a break from reading. However, wifi music is not good enough. I use CDs, a good amp, and fancy speakers. Problem is now that Mrs. BD's decorator friend does not want wires around. Too late to re-wire the house. What to do?
Made it to Swan Lake and other Balanchine things at NYCB yesterday. Mrs. BD was enthralled, so that's good.I love the live music. I told her that I was sorry that I still, after all of these years, could not differentiate NYCB from the San Francisco Ballet. She said "Even you can tell great from just OK."
They were sold out, of course. All ages. Yes, we missed Sara Mearns. That will have to be next time, but all perfect enuf for me. By this time I should understand dance, but it eludes me. It is one of many flaws.
