Mozart would play a counterpart with his left hand while using his right to mock it. It was blue, dark, shadowy - and it made me feel something. That's when I realized music was inside me.
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The soprano turned out to sound to me like the right hand on the piano.
The music is something outside myself that's also inside myself... Music and a sense of another presence always went hand in hand. Even when I was three, I would improvise music, and my maternal grandfather would act as an audience and used to applaud. I would imitate things like thunder and rain.
I found music when I was very dark. I felt unheard, with inner dialogues that I didn't know how to express.
When we hear some beautiful piece of Mozart or admire a wonderful building, we suddenly become present in ourselves. That's unusual nowadays because dishevelment and distraction have become an art form.
Mozart had a tremendously fertile and creative ear for a catchy tune.
Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed.
Maybe it's egocentric or whatever, but when I'm playing Beethoven, Bach, Hendrix, or whoever it is, in the end, it just feels like my own music and I'm making it up as I'm going along.
There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.
That was my first love growing up - classical orchestral music, especially Impressionism.
Music had been my first love among the arts, and I was fascinated by it, as I still am.
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