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Happy Birthday


...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.

Comments

dive said…
I love the idea of Chopin being "pounded" out, Robyn.
I would dearly like to hear that.

Happy Birthday, Fred.
9:22 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
robyn - with all of these birthday tributes there should be a lot of grateful dead people around. ;)
12:05 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
Happy Birthday. Sigh... What wonderful music.
2:42 PM
Utsav said…
You do commemorate a lot of birthdays, Robyn. I don't follow as much Chopin as Mozart or Bach, but it's lovely music nonetheless.
3:10 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Yes your birthday book must be bursting at the seams! Chopin - lovely. You say you play it poorly. Let us listen and judge; my guess is that it would be great.
4:10 PM
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