SING SING A SONG......
 

I was listening to a musical radio programme the other day and several of the items plays immediately conjured images from my travels - Widor's Tocatta 5th transports me to St Pauls in London; &quot;I beg Your Pardon&quot; blared out of every loudspeaker when I visited beirut in early 70s; anything Chopin-my trip to Chopin's birth place Zelazowa Wola outside Warsaw. There among beautiful ancient trees, with a creek running nearby stood a house and in front of the house, on a cobbled ground, under pergola of vines, a grand piano ready for the afternoon recital. To sit among the trees where Chopin himself would have walked , to listen to the gentle movement of the water nearby where he would have sat and maybe composed the very piece were were listening to was a mind blowing experience. To this day I get the shivers when Chopin's works are played. The reaction is the same whichever continent I am on and whatever age I become...<BR><BR>I wonder if others have similar evocative moments be it with music, smells or any other things....<BR>

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Sa ga val til enkelbal!!!! (not spelled correctly) this played at the dance halls when I visited Denmark in the early 70's. I learned to sing it phonetically and it still brings back fun times in my memeory!

Somewhat, because I've studied music a lot (piano), and so usually take time to visit homes of some composers who mean a lot to me. I particularly enjoyed visiting Ravel's home in a small village outside of Paris (Montfort l'Amaury). <BR><BR>I do play Chopin quite a bit (and many French composers, as well as Central/Eastern European ones, who are my favorite) and have visited some of the places he lived in Paris, although none are preserved as museums. Unfortunately, Chopin did not compose or even live very long in that house you saw outside Warsaw, as his family moved from there when he was less than a year old. His earliest works were composed when he was in Warsaw, but many of the works heard most frequently were composed in Paris (or at Georges Sand's house in Nohant or when they were in Majorca) or during his visits to Germany, although I think he did write the first piano concerto in Warsaw. He left Poland for good when he was only 20 years old. HIs father was French and his family was from Nancy.<BR><BR>If you like French piano music, you might enjoy visiting Debussy's home in St-Germain-en-Laye which has a nice selection of memorablia and he did live there a while.

When I hear &quot;Rikki don't lose that number&quot; I am instantly taken back to Iceland in Ringwood, skating around at 14 with my new love named Nikki. I was all so warm and fuzzy, shy, excited and scared at the same time. &quot;Rubber Bullets&quot; also takes me back to my teens, and &quot;See my baby jive&quot; by Wizard. (I'm a 41 yr old female)