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It’s been a year, give or take, since our lives were dramatically changed. We were given the ultimate time-out. Seemingly confined to our bedrooms, to think about what we had done.
For most of us, even if we had a “good pandemic”, it’s been hard. On some level. Or all the levels. While nature seemed reborn, humans suffered. It was hard not to feel that. We have all worn ourselves a little think.
There is a lot of recovery we need to do. It’s personal and it’s collective. It’s emotional and it’s fiscal. It’s complex but I also think it’s simple.
I have recently discovered the healing power of classical music. Evidently I do have some music taste. I randomly searched Spotify and found this playlist. I cannot recommend it highly enough. It’s very approachable. It’s deeply restorative. It’s like one of those epic Yin Yoga classes, but for your ears.
Then I found out about online concerts. I’m an idiot. Of course these were happening. I can’t say I am much for choral music but my music people tell me that Voces8 is some of the top stuff. It’s getting played pretty loudly at the moment. It seems to re-energize the room, if that’s a thing. Like all the bad energy scampers in the presence of such angelic voices.
When I tripped over this remarkable video it was clear. A Concerto is a Conversation. It’s 13 minutes of sublime perfection. Do yourself a favor and watch it. It’s not so much classical music as the story of how a composer came to be. Through the eyes of his grandfather. If it was food it would be umami.
Music is food for the soul. We need to feast. It's calorie-free indulgence. Eat up.