Heidelberg Piano

  Dear friends of piano music, today is a special day. Last night the clocks were switched to the so-called European winter time, which means that it is dark for an hour in the evening, or rather in the afternoon. I really like this day because it's an hour longer than usual. If it were up to me, I could be given an extra hour every day - I'd have plenty of ideas about what to do with it. Although, admittedly, not all of my ideas have been implemented so far. For example the puppet theater - the Christ Child brought it to Christmas last year and it was a disaster from the start. First of all, my son knocked the sandman hand puppet over my head under the Christmas tree, it must have been a kind of skipping act, because he was just as shocked as I was by the huge bump I got. But that's not all - nobody wanted to play with me, neither children nor parents. I tried again and again, and again and again it ended up with running and screaming children bringing down the door theat

  πάντα ῥεῖ (panta rhei, „everything flows “) Inscription on a memorial stone in front of a hospice in Heidelberg   Dear friends of piano music, “Religion is the opium of the people ” – It only recently occured to me how clever this sentence is. Like an opiate, religion can cloud the senses, produce delusional states, but also alleviate otherwise unbearable (emotional) pain. The same can be said about music. Nevertheless, it seems to me that it is too short-sighted, because both faith and music can also give consolation, and I think that opium does not fulfill this function, since consolation is "lasting",it is exceedin the duration of music or of prayer, while the opiate represents a kind of escapism. I am sure that if there is a God, He gave us the music to comfort us. I first noticed "Hungarian Melody" a long time ago in a film in which it was the theme of a young girl. You saw the girl in the swimming pool, wearing a black swimsuit on a bright blue ti

Dear friends of piano music, “Mom, I like your sweet little songs,” my son said recently, when I tried again to sing something to the children and thus introduce them to classical music. He's a good son, he doesn't want to disappoint his mom. My daughter is less squeamish about that, she starts screaming or just covers my mouth. I do believe that my son is receptive to classical music, because whenever he hears a piece that seems too sad to him, he does not rest until the source of his acoustic discomfort has been removed. So he understands the emotional content of the music, but his tender disposition cannot (yet) bear it. However, his true love is rock music. It has to be loud - the vacuum cleaner was his absolute idol even as a baby, because it made an incredibly loud noise, which he imitated with great perseverance and tireless enthusiasm. Vacuum cleaner music !!! Other loud kitchen utensils, the drill came close to his sound ideal, and even into kindergarten he threw all

  Dear friends of piano music, as a child I still saw it, the “anti-fascist protective wall”, the wall between East and West Germany. I was on a bus in Berlin - West Berlin - and saw the Brandenburg Gate and thought:“ how nonsensical - a gate is there to walk or drive through. To close this magnificent gate with a wall and to degrade it to a kind of mousetrap - what stupid ideas people get.“ However, yesterday my husband surprised me with the realization that I wouldn't even exist without the construction of the wall. And of course he is right - my mother would hardly have left her home village in Brandenburg with her parents, would never have left behind the farm, the land, the forest that my great-grandfather planted himself. But my grandma was a very upright and honest little person who said what she thought, and that was increasingly no longer possible for her in the GDR. So they set out for freedom, shortly before the wall was built. My grandma was pregnant, my mother 6