My grandmother was a very poor woman. An immigrant (emmigrant?). Stoic. Old. Pragmatic. Aha, a natural product of WWII Germany.
Aside from a fancy of small pickles and mushrooms cooked with bacon, I suppose we didn't have much in common. I couldn't and still cannot imagine the atrocities through which she suffered.
Upon arriving in Canada, in the late 1940's, amongst the obvious vitriol against Germans at the time, with what little money she had, she purchased season tickets at our local symphony, the KW symphony.
One day I was at the gay bar and I invited a group of people back to my house for an after party. I play the violin, poorly. One of the gentlemen announced that he is a violinist in the KW Symphony Orchestra. So naturally I pulled out my violin and asked him to play.
http://youtu.be/nGdFHJXciAQ
If you go to 2:45 you will hear what he played.
It was wonderful, but then he chastised me, for not supporting the arts more fervently. Well, I had little recourse, aside from the story that my poor dead grandmother had supported his symphony in that day.
I know there are true artists on tribe, whose concerts I've supported and whose tune I wish to hear again. Let's not forget these great origins of music upon whose foundations we austensibly revere modern tunes.
-jM
A&D
Aside from a fancy of small pickles and mushrooms cooked with bacon, I suppose we didn't have much in common. I couldn't and still cannot imagine the atrocities through which she suffered.
Upon arriving in Canada, in the late 1940's, amongst the obvious vitriol against Germans at the time, with what little money she had, she purchased season tickets at our local symphony, the KW symphony.
One day I was at the gay bar and I invited a group of people back to my house for an after party. I play the violin, poorly. One of the gentlemen announced that he is a violinist in the KW Symphony Orchestra. So naturally I pulled out my violin and asked him to play.
http://youtu.be/nGdFHJXciAQ
If you go to 2:45 you will hear what he played.
It was wonderful, but then he chastised me, for not supporting the arts more fervently. Well, I had little recourse, aside from the story that my poor dead grandmother had supported his symphony in that day.
I know there are true artists on tribe, whose concerts I've supported and whose tune I wish to hear again. Let's not forget these great origins of music upon whose foundations we austensibly revere modern tunes.
-jM
A&D
