Saturday, April 28, 2007

Music

A friend pasted away last summer. His wife was a wonderful pianist from the Eastman School of Music. Was, until she decided to give it up recently because it has become too painful. I remember attending the memorial service in Toronto with many of my colleagues and professors. It was one of the most moving services, filled of music performed by close friends. Music has always been an important part of my life but something happened at the memorial; it was the first time I truly felt it, I mean, really felt deep in my guts the way music connected everyone. Surely, I haven’t been playing much lately and honestly, it haunts me every single day. I know, and Petar knows, and Nicholas knows that the I am only truly happy with my guitar. I try to forget that at times, but there is no escape from music; it consumes me. I can’t imagine life without music. So many songs I know come with personal stamps of memories, places, people, events, special moments in my life. Regardless of the genera, there is nothing like experiencing a moving piece of music.

The philosopher Goethe once said that architecture is frozen music. Despite the fact that music marks the passage of time, when one is at the presence of true beauty, the globe stops spinning for just a moment like the very first kiss with a lover.

To Aaron Brock, the purpose of life was "to create moving musical experiences towards the pursuit of happiness." We miss you.

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