Friday, January 29, 2010

Who am I being that my player's eyes are not shining?

Voila the first post for a new decade.

Benjamin Zander is the current conductor of the Boston Philharmonic Orchestra.

He once wrote: "The best review I ever got was not from a music critic, but from my father. He was 94 years old at the time and completely blind. He attended a Master Class I gave in London and sat there in his wheelchair for about three hours. When it was over, I went to speak with him. He lifted up his finger in his characteristic way and said, "I see that you are actually a member of the healing profession." It seemed to me the highest accolade."

In this inspiring talk, he explores what we might all learn from music's inherent capacity to inspire.

My favourite part: Zander was playing Chopin's 4th prelude to a group of schoolchildren. At the end of the performance, everyone burst into rapturous applause. Spontaneously, Zander too stood up from the piano and applauded. So there they were, the children applauding, Zander applauding. And then he stopped and asked, "Why am I applauding?". To which one child responded, "Because we were listening."

Grab a cup of tea, and breathe out for twenty minutes.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

hhmmmmmph...you're the one I thought of when he says to think of somebody you adore who's no longer around. yup, miss you mucho Jamisonian McPendilli-yo. glad to see you're on it ("it" being all things good and meaningful) and blogging again.

:-)

Laura said...

James! Long time I haven't been on your blog! Glad to be back!

Thank you for this post. It was beautiful.

''I will never say anything that couldn't stand as the last thing I ever say.''

Je peux ajouter qu'un musicien silencieux à son instrument éveillé, sera toujours assuré d'être entrain de raconter des choses dignes de derniers propos jamais entendus.

Portes-toi bien!
:)

James Pender said...

Merci Laura!

Vous me manque les Demayzings!