Music Hath Charms...

...to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Written by William Congreve (1670-1729) for the first act of his play, The Mourning Bride, this statement still rings true.

I have had a piece of music that I "play" to myself when I seek peace and tranquility. Absentmindedly I search my I-tunes library looking for it, always hoping to find it and then I realize it is not there.

When I was in 9th grade, my father bought a record of Spanish guitarist, Andres Segovia. It was called, Platero y Yo. The first song of this collection is what I have played over and over again in my head for most of my life. The song is: Platero y yo, Opo. 190, I.Platero. I, like the trusting and foolish teenager I was, let a friend borrow the record 30 years ago and never saw it again. Not only that, I could never find that record in the stores.

My father took me to see Segovia perform, just the two of us. It was such a beautiful experience and a happy one for Segovia. He had just turned 80 AND had JUST fathered a child. Needless to say, I never forgot any of that night.

After years of singing/replaying these pieces in my head, today I found a collection of his on I-tunes and downloaded it.

I am sitting here, listening to Segovia's playing, typing away, and feeling very "blissed out". Que Tranquilo!