I have a habit of starting the day with music.
Next to the pillow, apart from the book I'll have been reading before going to sleep, and the glasses I no longer can see close distances with, is a portable disc player (and nowadays, an mp3 player too).
This morning I put the earplugs in of the portable - and pressed the 'go' button.
I'd forgotten what was in the machine - I've been using the mp3 exclusively recently.
It turned out to be Charpentier's 'Te Deum': Good loud and distinctly irreligious.
Being half asleep, a strange thing happened - i had visions of the screen of an old Black-and-White TV screen with the Eurovision logo.
The 'Prelude' from the piece was the music used to introduce all Eurovision broadcasts (still is I think).
And there was a distinct feel a pyjamas and warmth and sitting on the settee.
It was a fleeting feeling - the screen being predominant.
That space - when the mind is totally free to wander - between waking and sleeping, had thrown up something from deep in my past - the feeling as much as anything else.
Now, I wonder why I like that tune so much?
Next to the pillow, apart from the book I'll have been reading before going to sleep, and the glasses I no longer can see close distances with, is a portable disc player (and nowadays, an mp3 player too).
This morning I put the earplugs in of the portable - and pressed the 'go' button.
I'd forgotten what was in the machine - I've been using the mp3 exclusively recently.
It turned out to be Charpentier's 'Te Deum': Good loud and distinctly irreligious.
Being half asleep, a strange thing happened - i had visions of the screen of an old Black-and-White TV screen with the Eurovision logo.
The 'Prelude' from the piece was the music used to introduce all Eurovision broadcasts (still is I think).
And there was a distinct feel a pyjamas and warmth and sitting on the settee.
It was a fleeting feeling - the screen being predominant.
That space - when the mind is totally free to wander - between waking and sleeping, had thrown up something from deep in my past - the feeling as much as anything else.
Now, I wonder why I like that tune so much?
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