I grew up with sheet music in my hands, transcribed to tonic sol-fa, with variation markers to guide me. Piano, Pianissimo, Forte, Fortissimo, Mezzo-Forte, Mezzo-Piano, Crescendo, Diminuendo….an endless list that became everyday language to me. Then there was the Psalter, which comes with its own variations. Then there were half-beats, and quarter-beats and Adagios and Staccatos, and Falsettos and Natural Voices. Then the Arias, and Refrains and Choruses and Canons and oh Lordy, Lord the Overtures you could just sit back and enjoy! My family is a choir! lol! (Well except my Mom, lol! my Dad is way better) So yes, my sibblings make up two soprano singers, two alto singers, two bass singers, and a tenor singer! My brother plays the keyboard, I play the flute (kmt!) my brother-in-law the trumpet and string instruments (guitars mostly). We have never sang together as a family, complete with instruments, but we share a common taste in music. You may have guessed by now the kind of music I am referring to, seeing all the words up there. Yes, Classical Music, mostly.
Wait, what is this post about again? I think it’s about my taste generally, lol! Yes, and how it is so much a part of me, especially my writing process and relation to God. Music! My taste is singular and perhaps boring to most but what it does to me is amazing! I was exposed mostly to Handel, Bach, Scubert, Haydn, Beethoven, Mozart in my early years – the most being Handel’s Messiah, is Judas Maccabaeus, and Coronation Anthems. I remember singing the running notes in Handel’s For Unto Us with perfect breath control, leaving our choir master at the time wowed, at 8. At that age it wasn’t yet clear to me how much music meant to me, till I was older.
I not only love to listen, I love to learn it, and sing it. I remember the first time I heard Beethoven’s Hallelujah Mount of Olives my God! I searched for the score, transcribed to tonic sol-fa, and learned the Alto – it was same for Handel’s Sing Unto God and Surely He Was Wounded, hell I googled the words to Misere Mei Deus and sang along nso the thing be Latin!
She is a person; and she steps into my soul, takes my emotions in her hands and strums the chords – Music. And so anytime, every single time it brings something out of me. I write with music, it is the coal that powers the engine and the steam that spews out of (is it a chimney?) is all you read from me time and time again. I have written about her personally, briefly, before;