Обновлено: 10 дек. 2018 г.
I was nine and making tea when I heard a very intense, unusual music from a radio. It was so powerful, I forgot about everything and was just staring at the existential depths unfolding in front of me.
When the music stopped, the usual radio program returned, people were talking, arguing, making noises. But it all became a background. I was still mesmerised by the music, my tea went cold in my hands as I stared at the trees behind my window. It was getting dark and a red colour covered the horizon. This majestic music was still echoing in my head.
It was "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor”.
I wanted to know everything about this music, I wanted to read about Bach, listen to all his music and play it myself. I wanted to see and hear a real organ, but at the place where I grew up, it was too much to ask. In my family, I heard only tacky Russian pop-stars from TV. My parents knew only there is no such thing as an organ in our town. Perhaps this was the time I first realised I had to move to a big city.
I went to the library to see how an organ looked and found only one small photograph, in The Great Soviet Encyclopedia. Even this dry, short information and a formal picture inspired me immensely. I was amazed by the size and the form of the instrument. I came back to this photograph several times, because every time I saw it, a reflection of the music appeared in my mind. I didn’t have Bach at home so this picture was my only record and my brain was a music player. One day, in the silence of a library, with nervous sweaty hands, I committed a terrible crime: I cut out this picture from the book. I was carrying it with me, like a picture of a loved one.
It was years before I had internet access and my desire to learn about music was not satisfied. But I will tell you about my later discoveries soon. Now I want to ask, what was your first music you fall in love with?