Beginning to write only now (at 1:46 on Tuesday morning), after having been voraciously watching all manner of musical videos (predominantly performances of Ravel's piano music) on YouTube, when a topic as life-affirming and wide-reaching as the musical extravaganzas in which I have been fortunate enough in my life to have participated is due to be documented, is a pretty undesirable and unwise situation to be in.
Since a true and fair coverage of this topic must need to stretch back to the early years of my life, and bring us right up now to the last concert I played on Thursday of last week, nay even up to my playing of Ravel's piano music earlier today (or yesterday on Monday), it is only right that a substantial amount of time and effort goes into the thought and production of the text. To rush it now, and then scoot off to bed, would do the thing a grave disservice; omitting as I must some necessary details and perhaps whole chapters of my life. Thus now a prelude must suffice, with maybe minuets and forlanes, and perhaps a waltz or two, describing portions of my life in music, coming right along to draw the picture.
(First part of the story...)
