My husband has more musical taste in his little finger than I have in my whole body. I really don’t know how this happened — I’m the one with the musical pedigree; he’s the surprise musician in a family of non-musicians. Though I have been told his mom played the accordion when she was a teen and was very good at it, and that his dad would shut himself in the bathroom and play the trumpet when he needed to blow off steam. This is what I’ve been told.
Me, every single member of my immediate family except me is an accomplished (or exceptional) musician. Except me.
And then there’s my husband, with more musical taste than you can shake a stick at. This is brought home to me in many ways, but tonight it’s reinforced by the beauty of the listening programme queued up out in his garage habitat off the kitchen where he’s working away on a project.
Our listening programme tonight started with Hilary Hahn playing Bach, followed by Skip, Hop and Wobble — an album by Jerry Douglas, Russ Barenburg and Edgar Meyer. What “desert island” discs these two happen to be!
Something else Scott frequently listens to in the garage brings these two together — Hilary Hahn playing concerti by Samuel Barber and Edgar Meyer — another glorious desert island disc. I do not normally love or even like contemporary classical music, but this album is beautiful, rich and deep.
On my desert island there would be a disproportionately high number of classical music recordings…to me that just makes sense. The older I get, the less interested I am in lyrics. But your desert island might be different.
Here’s a little Bach concerto action…Hilary Hahn and the LA Chamber Orchestra.