<< -- 4 -- Jennifer Paull REMINISCENT RETROSPECTIVES
That same sky belonged to the folkloric dance of India and Uzbekistan,
to the music and ideas of John Cage and Peter Brooke, all present. It surely
served to remind us of how small and insignificant we all are, individually.
One has few such moments in a lifetime, but they stay filed in a special
cabinet in one's memory. Whenever I need a 'magic' transplant, I open one
of its drawers. I needed one badly in September. Nothing would take away
the frustration of all the planning and hard work coming to nothing.
The weeks became months and then, another staggering image! The Taliban
were ousted and there were trucks entering Kabul, topped by men singing
and clapping, blaring out local popular music in triumph, in determination,
in hopes of victory! People were mesmerised; every face wore a smile, a
look of joy, of sharing.
No matter what the vehicle of our Muse, bringing her to people anywhere,
in any of her forms, brings joy and communion to those who need her presence.
The missing piece of my puzzle fell into place, the feeling of frustration
In my own personal universe, Bach had lost, but Music had won! A great
weight lifted and I opened the drawer marked 'Wonderful Musical and Artistic
Moments in the Middle East' and drank my fill of memories!
I have never loved music more than when I am prevented from playing it.
Sadly, I have known times like that in my life. How I understand what those
people must have felt when music was returned to them.
Copyright © 31 December 2001
Jennifer Paull, Vouvry, Switzerland
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