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  • When Mama wanted to listen to music, it was Funiculi Funicula or arias of any opera in Italian or Al Martino, Caruso, anything in Italian. Madama Farfalla in Mama's sweet and competent voice was no replacement for Joan Baez or Moody Blues popular stuff you loved to listen to but couldn't afford to buy back then. When you wanted to dance, it was Motown, nothing but.

    You promised yourself back then that you would see live music every chance you got. So now you're grown and you have the money to buy concert tickets, and what do you choose? No more Donovan or Three Dog Night or Springsteen. Neither Mary Chapin Carpenter and Asleep at the Wheel can wrench the price of admission from your tight little fist.

    But ah, Bach... there's one man who can dissolve you into a puddle inside your own skin. Brahms, Beethoven, or Vivaldi, especially his Spring... ah...they create a space where you can expand and transcend the gravity that holds you down.

    The sound track of your life changes dramatically depending on your mood and what's going on in any given moment or place. At this moment, it's pow wow drums and Bach, whether in the car or in the shower from an iPod, alone or in a concert hall. This music delivers blissful notes, slipping into your consciousness in ways that words or visuals alone cannot.

    Music like Bach caresses the soul, the psyche, and allows the spirit to soar to the ceiling with every note. The Pow Wow drums bring you back to the hot summer in South Dakota, the history of Two Moons and Young Man...sends the fire coursing through your body and soul.

    The mere vision of them wheeling out the grand piano and the pianist from Venezuela taking a seat creates a longing that can only be satisfied with the grandest notes of Brahms.
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