Music: - when I was a wee lad, and I wept for the sheer beauty of it.
Was I eight years old, or was I ten years old?
My exact age doesn't matter, except that I know it happened before my teen years.
I had gone to bed. From the radio downstairs I heard the sheer beauty of a piece of music.
It was "The Arrival of The Queen of Sheba" from G.F. Handel's oratorio "Solomon".
I left my bed, stood on the stairs, and started to cry. My parents, and maybe also my big sister Maureen, heard me.
"Why" they asked "are you crying?"
As best I could I explained that the music I'd heard had a beauty which made me cry. They understood.
And this particular piece still evokes my lachrymose tendencies!
https://youtu.be/C66XCqWkhmw
My exact age doesn't matter, except that I know it happened before my teen years.
I had gone to bed. From the radio downstairs I heard the sheer beauty of a piece of music.
It was "The Arrival of The Queen of Sheba" from G.F. Handel's oratorio "Solomon".
I left my bed, stood on the stairs, and started to cry. My parents, and maybe also my big sister Maureen, heard me.
"Why" they asked "are you crying?"
As best I could I explained that the music I'd heard had a beauty which made me cry. They understood.
And this particular piece still evokes my lachrymose tendencies!
https://youtu.be/C66XCqWkhmw
Solomon and the Queen of Sheba |
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