...to Frederic Chopin, born in Poland on this day in 1810. I learned to love his music when my sister gave me an album of Chopin piano concertos for Christmas--I must have been 15 or 16, and I wore the thing out on the old hi fi. Sometimes when I have time to just sit at the piano and play my old crumpled up music from those years, I like to pound out Chopin pieces--I use the word "pound" correctly here because I play it so poorly, but to my ears, it's joy.
He died young, but he started early, so it's fair to say his life was a full one. Here is a quick 3-minute etude. Enjoy.
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I would dearly like to hear that.
Happy Birthday, Fred.