A sunny moment as we move onto the cusp of June---two of my favorite “entertainers,” though they could each and both be called Maestro. Just the recent learning that such a consummate, immensely gifted actor could have such a sweet depth of talent for composing music---it’s like learning that a quiet relative who makes his living carving exquisite furniture also plays weekends at Carnegie Hall.
I’ve lately become addicted to the sweeping melodies and flowing pastels of Andre Rieu’s orchestral presentations, getting lost in the grace of another time when the music just swept us up into a magical place. Sometimes I sit here, caught in the notes, as the glow of this screen is the only light in the midnight room, and I’m transported through the lens of my childhood viewmaster, into those fairy tale vistas so bright and vivid and enchanting. It’s as if Belle and Cinderella and all the Princes Charming took up their shining instruments long learned at the feet of fairy masters, and gathered in the palace for an evening musicale.
And now to find that my favorite Terrifying Teddy Bear has all these exquisite melodies spilling from his heart and hands---I’m just smiling to think of it. I smiled all the way through the piece just now, and wanted to share it with you.
Do have a moment with Andre Rieu presenting Sir Anthony Hopkins’ composition AND THE WALTZ GOES ON. And I dare anyone, even the most regal, staid Mama and Papa Charming, not to sway a bit in that spindly gilt chair.