28 June 2012

Rachmaninov, Anorexia and Abandoned Pianos


So, it's been a while. I know. I slacked. It's what I do sometimes, when life gets in the way and wants my full attention. That, or something distracts me. Nothing much newsworthy has occurred, except for learning new roles at work and trying, for the life of me, to get my garden going. In fact, GOING to the nursery today to pick up some plant life and start digging in. (Since I first started the draft of this post, the garden has become a faded memory....to be revived next year)....

Meanwhile, back at the unplanted ranch, lately, the urge to watch this again 


had become overwhelming, and so I ordered it. Having only watched it once before, not too long after it was released for home viewing, I hardly remembered much of it. I know it was the first time I saw Geoffrey Rush act. Amazing work. 



Even more amazing....David Helfgott. Watching the movie only gives you the Hollywood version of his troubled youth and the high price of perfection. I would probably never have known about this man had it not been for that movie. And if not for watching this movie again with my beloved, I probably would not have known about the existence of this masterpiece...





Kind of makes me wish I'd not have given up on my music. Alas, I never had the drive or the parental units that would push me to the brink in order to achieve such perfection at any cost. Fortunately? Who knows. Would I be where Tori Amos is....off in the ethereal stratosphere creating all kinds of earthquakes...



 or would I be here....


Fighting demons. 

Instead, I am here. Just getting to enjoy the blood, sweat, tears and sounds of these amazing people. 

Clearly I didn't have much to say. Just that sometimes I do miss playing.