I remember walking into the shopping mall, where group of old pensioners, apparently from some homes for pensioners amateur music enthusiast performed some old standard tunes. There was brass instuments, clarinets, tube and strangely couple of violins, viola and bass. This, half band half orchesta worked hard. They worked hard on it, and it could be heard and seen and they went on, and the conductor wasn't frustrated, just oposite he encouraged them and went on over the mistakes, pretending they were no mistakes and he absorbed it all. They did some old "stuff", like from "Guys and Dolls", and some not very memorable 50's work. I was about to leave, when familiar first couple of notes struck. Hungarian Rhapsody no. 2 by Franz Liszt.
I stayed, and from the odball band/orchestra that minutes ago sounded like un-rehearsed school band, MUSIC emerged, with all the passion, fire and gamble. These old man, at that moment didn't think about their small pensions, broken dentures, skin cancer, doctor bills and their dead wives. The sons and daughters that called once a year were forgoten. They had it all at that magical moment. And I knew it and their conductor knew it and they knew it. It was the most beautiful live music event i ever heard.
Other than that i would suggest some ESL or planar, if you want to 'feel'.
I stayed, and from the odball band/orchestra that minutes ago sounded like un-rehearsed school band, MUSIC emerged, with all the passion, fire and gamble. These old man, at that moment didn't think about their small pensions, broken dentures, skin cancer, doctor bills and their dead wives. The sons and daughters that called once a year were forgoten. They had it all at that magical moment. And I knew it and their conductor knew it and they knew it. It was the most beautiful live music event i ever heard.
Other than that i would suggest some ESL or planar, if you want to 'feel'.