I feel as if I should be twittering…
I used to play the oboe. My parents couldn’t afford to buy me a flute or clarinet when I was young, so I got an oboe from the school on loan. When I was about 10.
No one in their right minds would let their 10-year-old practice the oboe when they start out in the music world; but my parents were either a little crazy or deaf. Or both.
Anyway, as I am sitting here in my office at home, I’m playing the shuffle of 4700 songs on my iPod (as I prefer to do - there’s always a surprise around the corner) and was suddenly pulled into a wonderful state of grace by my music. Apparently one of the most delicious oboe solos in the world is on my pod - the Concerto in D minor for Oboe by Bach - what joy!
I forget how classical music can grab the attention of the soul while calming the mind.
I’m certain my early oboe work did neither for my folks; but wow, many thanks Neville Mariner and the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields for the treat!
