The Importance of Music (to me)
Am I one of those people who stopped evolving their musical taste too early, because I don’t like most pop music and don’t consider rap to be music — that type of expression, if anything, then this is perhaps poetry at best?
Despite feeling uncomfortable when I can’t escape such noises or noise attacks, I try to persevere stoically or silently until such soundscapes fade away or until the respective program ends.
It isn’t tolerance; it’s simply endurance.
A form of bravery.
Yet, music is one of my main sources of enjoyment. I can’t imagine living without.
What kind of music?
Well, jazz from the time of my materialization in the 1940s and „serious“ music of the 19th/20ieth century … from Brahms (no fan of Wagner, however), Berlioz, Saint-Saens, Debussy, Ravel, Poulenc, Schostakowitsch, Prokoffief, Khatchaturian, Milhaud, Ginastera, Bartok, Reger, Hindemith, Kurt Weill to Mieczysław Weinberg, Lutosławsk, Rodion Shschedrin, and Alfred Schnittke.
In addition, the Americans Aaron Copland, George Gershwin, and Charles Ives.
The list is far from being complete and I keep discovering more … hopefully as long as I live.
That had to come out …and … degustibus non disputandem est.
