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Growing up as the daughter of a musician, there were 3 stages in my relationship towards music:
1) age 4 - 7: admiration. I had to, I wanted to, I needed to play an instrument myself. So, at the age of 4 I choose the violin.
2) age 7 - 12: whenever I could, I accompanied my dad to concerts, matinees, ensembles etc. Meanwhile, I played the violin with devotion.
3) age 12 - 17: hearing my dad play the flute day after day, week after week, month after month slowly turned my love for music into an obligation: not again! Pff, do I really have to go to the academy of music? Therefore, at the age of 17 I stopped playing the violin as well as listening to any other kind of classical music. After all those years I honestly was fed up with it. Until this sunday ...
My brothers best friend, Mathias, who is a professional percussion player, had his final exam for the Academy. This is similar to a final dissertation on - lets say - economics or spanish literature. Although, I - once again - didn't feel like going to this concert, I felt a strong obligation towards my brother to go and support his best friend.
When we entered the room, I saw all these old people sitting there being ready for a "beautiful sunday morning full of music" and I really felt out of place. But then it happened, Mathias played his first solo piece on the kettledrum and I - without expecting it at all - I fell in love all over again with music. Honestly, I felt 4 again, listening to my dad playing a beautiful concerto on his flute, feeling the magic he spread :)
This whole sunday morning I felt the magic of music again, so strongly that I'm considering re-playing the violin :). Do you also have those mixed feeling towards music?