In the darkened tide pools, sea anemones waved their arms slowly to the rhythm of the waves. Seaweed hung from the walls and ceilings, adding to the overall effect. The winds were so gusty above tree line it was all I could do to keep the violin bow on the strings. Right at the water's edge are the ruins of an old castle. Although I've tried to simulate this setting on concert stages with fog machines and digital delays, there's nothing as magical as the real place.
Music is a doorway to the imagination.
Along with storytelling, it is a powerful force to develop minds that can remember and think creatively. Music also touches our interior selves, our spirit and emotions, in powerful ways. I was lucky to grow up in a home surrounded by music. While neither of my parents was a professional musician, both played a little piano and a lot of records and tapes. Mom usually read us a story at bedtime.