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  • The nightmare wasn't mine, it belonged solely to a neighbor of mine. He had it whenever I played a particular piece of music on my electric guitar.

    I've always been a big lover of music, music of every kind. I've been described by my son Jesse as a 'Mozart to Mudvayne' type. One of the classical pieces that I have loved since childhood is " Bourée" by J.S. Bach, and I loved it even more when I heard it as performed by Jethro Tull. By Ian Anderson's own admission, he made it “a particularly despicable cocktail lounge jazz piece”. It was my opinion that a good piece of music is one that is open to any kind of interpretation. So it goes with the piece I played that gave my neighbor fits.

    My son and I both love Mozart, and he likes primarily heavy metal. There were several occasions where he would blast "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" on his truck's 'ghetto audio offender' loud enough to make ears bleed blocks away while we drove to work together in the early morning hours. The neighbor though, never heard this, as we were always on the freeway when we listened... er, 'SHARED' it. The presentation never offended him, though I'm sure it would have. He was a violinist (second string) in the Spokane Symphony Orchestra, in Spokane, Washington. The sheer volume would have given him a coronary, I'm sure.

    The times that raised his hackles, were those that I would sit on my apartment deck, and play it (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik) in the style of shred metal. Invariably he would stick his enraged, red face out of his window, and exclaim angrily "That's not how that was written... not how it should be played! You're being a disrespectful ass!"

    I thought I was giving Mozart's music a great compliment; in that, his music could be done well in any style, or genre. After all, his music was the "top ten" of it's time. It's still some of the best composed music in the world, and will probably outlast any other for generations to come. More than might be said of a lot of the popular music of today.

    I can see him (Mozart), when I close my eyes as if in a dream, playing at Ozzfest, and rocking the crowd. That vision is no nightmare though, those belong to the neighbor.

    Thank you, Diane Jardel, for giving me cause to remember this tale with your story "I heard music in my sleep"

    The image for this story is not entirely my own. It's a composit of images from an internet search. I played Eine Kleine Nachtmusik as a cover, I felt a 'cover' image apropriate for the tale.
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