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Mindful Wandering

I recognized the music and the name of the violinist from long ago this morning on the radio. When I first heard the Anne-Sophie Mutter recording of Mozart's Violin Concerto No.5 in my teens, there was no easy way to find out any more about her than what the bio on the jacket of the tape recording had. Today it was a breeze. Browsing around, I found her responses to the Marcel Proust questionnaire which in turn led me to discover the "infamous Proust Questionnaire" itself.

From a beautiful piece of music that has sentimental significance for me, I wandered off to Proust and reading some of his answers got me thinking in ways I would not have otherwise thought. J has been reading "If You Give The Mouse A Cookie" the last couple of days in which the mouse goes off in completely unexpected directions when in fact he had started off being given a cookie.

Unlike the mouse I did not come full circle to the cookie (in my case the Mozart concerto ) but instead went off trying to find a particularly haunting cello piece by Yo-Yo Ma I heard for the first time a few months ago and never checked to see what it was called. I am yet to find it but I have not quite given up yet. Also How Proust Can Save Your Life is back on my to-read list.

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Anonymous said…
I would hazard a guess that half the famous cello concertos are haunting. That instrument can turn out mournful sounds. Dvorak, St. Saens, Elgar and Shostakovich had some intense stuff.
11:22 PM
Heartcrossings said…
sfg - still trying to get myself out of ear worm hell a la Yo-Yo Ma without any luck
9:09 PM
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