Saturday, July 26, 2008
A concert hall in Milano, Italy.
I love music. Lots of different kinds. But I have this "thing" for classical piano. This "thing" is something I can always remember having. I loved to sit and watch my dad play jazz on our piano and organ at home. I was mesmerized when I watched Doug Smith play. I remember sitting at our piano glued to the movement of Doug's hands as they swept across the keys in almost a blur. It makes me stop in my tracks, quit what I am doing... I close my eyes, and slow my breathing as the notes seem to drift through my veins invoking all sorts of thoughts and emotions. I love it. I so wish I could play some of the things I hear. Especially a recent piece I heard on my husband's iTunes list. The artist's name is Ludovico Einaudi. It takes me to a small concert hall in Milano, Italy. I'm in the front row and am squinting my eyes to see and study every move his fingers make, as if I were going to take each stroke home and recite it note for note.
Posted by Ashley at 11:06 PM