Hidden Tastes, Hugs from Moms and Italians

I was feeling significantly weary yesterday morning, and I wasn't sure what to do with myself. Eventually, I had the urge to just chill out and put on some classical music. Chopin, to be precise. So I reclined on a pillow, hit the 'play' button... And remarkably, within 3 short songs, I was feeling "together". And somewhat cheerful.


Today, I was stuck in traffic, iPod plugged in, which is sometimes the only way to survive the hour-long trip home each day. My iPod consists mostly of heavy rock, punk and a pinch of metal - It's an aggression-release thing, don't ask. Somehow, an opera album has mysteriously found it's way onto my iPod - Andrea Bocelli, to be precise. Again, don't ask. Well, imagine, after 45 minutes of pure rock and roll, my iPod whops out a quirky Italian tune by Mr. Bocelli. And oh my... I felt so much better for it. 


Hrumph... Classical music and Opera... ??


Not something I've been interested in since I was a young girl, so quite a surprise, the effect it had on me. I suppose that having a professional pianist as a mother has given my ear an appreciation for the finer musical talents... and in hindsight, hearing the light-handed tinkles of Chopin yesterday had much the same effect as receiving a hug from my Mom. Just what I needed. 


As far as Andrea Bocelli goes, I only recall wanting to marry him when I was a teenager, so I can't speculate on what the deal is with that. But it was nice. 

Here's to hidden tastes, hugs from Moms and Italians!