Music, music, music, music

Music, music, music, music – we live together since the beginning of time. My first scream must have resembled some kind of basic belcanto intonation. The nurse, who took care of my mother after the delivery, must have alluded at it while trying to calm her patient. My mother must have believed it, or she just made it up as an answer to her own dreams. At that time I caught the dream and began to live it.

Until the age of eight, I must have only collected impressions and feelings about the music. I must have had a very good excuse for not starting to play it. Then I decided that it was about time to give the world the fruits of my musical talent. It might look bizarre now, but at that time at school, my second grade fellows and I had to go to sleep for two hours after lunch. It was one of the school practices I didn’t like but had to obey. Music, music, music, music – It sounded like a beautiful song when I heard that if I play in the school orchestra I wouldn’t have to play the dead for two hours a day. It was a deal.

The deal my mom made with me called for piano and theory lessons in addition to the mandolin in the orchestra. She must have been deceived by that music teacher who told her that I had talent. Liar! Only because I was a quick music learner, it didn’t mean that I had talent! Even later, when I began to like playing music, I thought that this is not talent. It is just that the music is good.

As a teenager, I believed that all I want is to become a musician. The music school was the natural consequence of my aspirations. Play and dream. Dream and play. It is the most beautiful art. Music, music, music, music. Love it, hate it, live it.

One can really live the music when he starts creating it. It is a painful process that can give so much pleasure. I think it is a pleasant pain. My wife says it is just a pain that gives you the world’s most marvelous satisfaction. Of course she is a musician too. When my son takes my guitar, I jump on my toes and say, “Careful, if you break it you will feel the pain!” - “Ok, I know” - and he starts caressing the strings…