Watching a movie about Tchaikovsky’s life. With my parents.
I was 12.
I remember….at one point in the movie…A 9 year old Tchaikovsky or something like that…is running down the stairs and just screaming ‘THAT MUSIC! THAT MUSIC’
That scene, was to be forever engraved, into my memory!
I never stopped listening to Tchaikovsky since I was gifted a SwanLake Album for Christmas while still…a kid
Tchaikovsky, became an important part of my little life.
At the age of 15 now.
I’m in my spacious room.
All my older siblings had left. So my mother decided: I get to ‘choose’ my bedroom. And I did.
Tchaikovsky, was always, always playing
I was obsessed
Every single symphony
Piano Concerto #1
That was? My absolute favourite
At 15, my uncle at the time, was a 35 years old ‘cool’ I mean really…cool…uncle.
He used to come to my room, then would grab my hand!
I would be standing in front of my easel. Sketching. Or painting. But mostly sketching. I loved absolutely loved charcoal
So, here was my younger uncle, taking my hand, taking away the brush, or the pencil, putting it down, while still holding my hand with his other one…then leading the way..out of the room
I’ll be smiling and asking what was going on! And my cool uncle would, respond while still ushering out…’you need to come out of this room! Come join us. You’re way too young for this solitude’
My uncle loved me dearly! But he couldn’t understand …I was already happy…being a loner.