I adore Tchaikovsky. Today, just for me, he played the most wonderful music while I worked. I had to stop several times as his notes wrapped themselves around my heart; such a genius. And I wonder how he handled such passion. Was he in a rush to get the notes written down, or did they arrive, just in time as he was ready for them in his head? I'm curious. I would love to know.
There are many great composers and musical wizards out there. Several have helped me in my garden; Duke Ellington, Stanley Clarke, Bernstein, Gershwin, Florence and the Machine, Mumford & Sons, Wagner...the list is varied and long. And they've all been so helpful. But today it was Pytor Ilyich Tchaikovsky and I couldn't have been happier. I only wish he was really there with me. I would have made a nice dinner and we could have talked about life, creativity, and perhaps, endurance...and together, admired our day's work. That would have been something a little out of the ordinary I think.