Today I had the most wonderful conversation with my Grandad. He is one of the most wonderful somebodies I know. Growing up I used to think that he was magic because he could tap out the beat to music really fast, by drumming his fingers on the table. He is married to one of the other, most lovely people on the planet, my Nanna.
Today I sat and had a conversation with him about classical music. We spoke about the composers we liked. He has a passion for Beethoven. (Not the St Bernard) He is also not so fond of Brahms. I always knew that he liked Beethoven.
I spoke about my favourite piece. Prokofiev - Montagues and Capulets.
I am more a follower of the heavy sways and crashes. I have never been to see an orchestra play live though. It is a dream.
I am absolutely amazed every time I hear classical music, that it was composed by someone. All that sound was created and nurtured piece by piece, with an exhaustive amount of effort and care.
After the piece I wrote yesterday, and after the conversation I had today, I wanted to convey that conversation on wonderful things is a beautiful human capability.
It was my Grandads birthday recently, I brought him some kind of tea box set. I wanted get him something a little more personal but couldn't find a thing. However, tonight I thought of something.
I am a lover of classical music. If i could have it drip fed into my mind I would. An associated piece of this adoration though, is that I love classical music because of my Grandad. I have never wanted any part of popular culture really, I have trouble digesting it. I tire of things too quickly. I have never, and will never tire of Classical music, and it is because of him.
He is a wonderful man, I love him very much and this is to go with the tea box set.
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