Oh, I almost forgot to add. . .
When I went to university, I befriended a guitar student whom everyone called "Captain Neon", because he habitually wore a blue-velvet smoking-jacket, orange pants, and a top hat. He was a devotee of prog-rock, with a particular fondness for King Crimson:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAAqAnCBNKQ (BTW, I think the drummer in that video is SOOOO HOT); and Frank Zappa (
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crh9Kjr1fU4 )
But Captain Neon, who helmed a rock band back in the day, came to university because he wanted to build his chops by learning classical guitar. So I listened to endless hours of his practising Hector Villa-Lobos, while I sipped his Gyokuro Imperial tea, and scarfed his Peek Freans. (Captain Neon was hungry for an audience, and I love cookies, so it all worked out well. He also had a passion for Japanese women, and ultimately moved to Tokyo, permanently, in quest of them.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbFX7a044Es
Then, as many will know, I was the indentured servant/handmaiden, for quite a number of years, back then, to an eminent professor of political philosophy from Hyderabad. Whence cometh my taste for impossibly fattening kormas, and also, the sitar music which was constantly playing in the background, as I marked papers, and edited journals. (My guru always liked to say to me, "Oh, A, I am so so happy. When I was a boy, the Indians were the slaves of the British. . . but now, a British boy is the slave of. . . ME!" *You have to imagine the head-waggle* ;-)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xB_X9BOAOU
Also, during those years, I hung around with a pretty louche crowd of musicians - in addition to Captain Neon. (I was in the university choir, and that's how I got to know them.) The day (April 26, 1984) Count Basie died (and all my musical friends were melancholy about this), the term had ended, and everyone was supposed to be on his or her way home. But there was a huge blizzard, all flights were cancelled, and so the concert-mistress hosted a party in her old Victorian apartment, and everyone (but me) got incredibly drunk on absolutely toxic wine, and someone said: "What's up with the foot-fetish thing? Has anyone ever tried that?" In an
augenblick, cute guys and girls were all down on their knees, sucking one another's toes, while the concert-mistress' superb stereo played "April in Paris". (I kid you, not.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGhs-UsEwK4
That summer holiday, I went to work as publicist for a summer arts festival, which was populated mostly by hippies, or former hippies (students and instructors, alike). That was how I got to love Lou Reed (with or without, the Velvet Underground). It rained constantly, that summer, spoiling everyone's picnics, and so I scrawled on the cafeteria blackboard. . . "THEN WE SPOKE of the RAIN." And all the hippies loved it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1H_4yKpZqc
So, yes, Mike, and Jon, I have had quite a parti-coloured
jacquard of musical experience. There is, to paraphrase the Bard, "more music in heaven and earth, than is dreamt of, in [any] philosophy." I LOVE IT ALL - because music is. . . life. The great critic, Walter Pater (Oscar Wilde's hero) put it best when he said, "All art constantly aspires to the condition of music." And I believe him.
There is SO MUCH to love in music - every type, every style, every genre. It is impossible to CHOOSE, the very thought of it fills one, with so much love.
But I suppose, for me, three of the most wondrous things have to be:
1.) Grieg's Piano Concerto in A minor. Because this was the birthday present my late Mother gave me on my 10th birthday. (Here is one of my favourite versions, performed by Krystian Zimerman - when he was still young and cute - accompanied by that nasty old Nazi, Herbert von Karajan. The latter was a bad man, but a great conductor - at least for orchestral works. He SUCKED, at conducting opera.) The Grieg concerto begins at 31:50, but, if you care to listen to it, there is a marvelous Schumann concerto, which precedes it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_SnsiiY76w
2.) Anything and everything sung by Montserrat Caballe. In days of yore, to be an "opera-lover" was a sort of secret code that one was gay, and gay men have always had an especial appreciation for this musical form. There is a wonderful exploration of this subject by the American literary critic, Wayne Koestenbaum, in his 1993 book,
The Queen's Throat: Opera, Homosexuality, and the Mystery of Desire. At any rate, while (sadly) gay men no longer love opera so much - having, in droves, abandoned art, for Lady Gaga - we ONCE did. And all fierce gay opera fans have traditionally had a "diva", who stirs their passions. (Never put a Callas-boy, and a Tebaldi-boy, in the same room - was the old rule.) Well, old-school as I am, I have a diva, and she is Caballe, "La Superba", as the Italians call her. There is nothing in this world to match the beauty of Caballe's voice, I think - and I love her. (She was, interestingly, also Freddie Mercury's favourite singer.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIQQv39dcNE
3.)
MOZART. To me, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is the Alpha, and the Omega, of all music. To me, Mozart is the only proof, in latter days, that life, and the world, and our fleeting loves and cares, are not meaningless. To me, Mozart is the voice of G**. Without question. When I was a young university chorister, one spring I had the privilege to be part of a choir singing Mozart's "Laudate Dominum" (a setting of Psalm 117), with one of the world's eminent sopranos. It was spring, the sky was gentle, and the scent of lilacs filled the air. . . and as we sang, I felt that I was almost floating. . .
rising over troubles,
rising over care, feeling the whole beauty of everything that was, and is, and ever shall be. . . . I give this piece of music to every friend of mine who is getting married, and to every friend who is bereaved, for it is perfect. And there is no question, this is the last piece of music I want to hear, before I depart this earth.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk68ivOMzqU
That's it, that's all, your fellow music-lover,
"A" XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO