I love the way one memory triggers another, or how a random comment reminds me of something. The posts that result are often my favourites; they almost write themselves.
AskCherLock commented that perhaps her neighbours had some similar arrangement because she regularly heard live music coming from their house in the summer. She sits back and enjoys the concerts from her own patio.
Cher's comment reminded me of Ann Marie's violin concert, a concert that Ann Marie, to this day, does not know she actually performed for me.
Sometimes she practiced in the backyard in the summer, perhaps to give her parents and brother a break.
I didn't hear her play for a few years until one hot summer day. I had taken a nice, cool glass of white wine out to the patio and intended to sit quietly in the shade for a few minutes before starting dinner. Soon, violin music began in the backyard next door. Ann Marie was practicing.
I couldn't believe my ears. Ann Marie's music was lovely, classical, and flowing. Those few years had made such an enormous difference.
The two yards were separated by a fence and bushes on each side, so Ann Marie had no idea that I was there as she practiced. I sat in wonder for about thirty minutes, sipping my wine in the cool shade of a hot day, enjoying my own private concert. I can't remember what she played, but for those magical minutes, she was the best violinist I had ever heard.
Thanks to Cher, I remembered; without her comments, who knows how long this memory might have stayed buried.
(I know that the video clip has two violinists, but it is a beautiful rendition of Pachelbel's Canon in D.)
(girl with violin photo credit)
(violin close-up photo credit)