Oh, we’ve never had enough bookshelf space for all of our books, and, of course, the more we read, the more quickly we would run out of space. Cartons of books would end up going to the local ladies village improvement society to be resold and re-purposed.
One of the great joys of hardcover books was being able to pass them along to friends. Many of them would never return, but no matter.
MS robbed me of the ability to read hardcover books, almost 2 decades ago, but a Dartmouth classmate surprised me with a first generation, Amazon kindle. Suddenly, I was off and running again. The only drawback to reading electronically is that you can no longer “loan“ a really good book to a friend when you’re done reading it. Of course, the flipside to that problem is that my Kindle never runs out of bookshelf, space.
The whole subject of books and musical scores/sheet music saddens me. They seem to have gone the way of antique furniture. What we considered to be beautiful and treasured is, in today’s world, simply wood .
Everything moves too quickly. Everything is time leg zero. Nobody wants to slow down and savor the precious moment which is the “present.”
I suspect there's a little more to it than simply a music library. My parents could have put the BSO in my bedroom and I still wouldn't be able to distinguish one note from another.
It's an odd mélange of inspirations - two grandmothers with encyclopedic minds and a boyhood spend exploring woods full of old cellar holes were definite factors. The next one will be a Vermont piece.
PS – while writing your blog, try doing so on Microsoft Word, and make sure your settings are saving your work every couple of minutes automatically. Don’t ask me how to do it, because I have no idea, but somehow that’s what my PC does.
Sadly, I was the rock that at least four music teachers broke themselves against...but the first thing I do when I enter someone's home is look at their bookshelves. It's a pretty good measure of who and what they are.
Oh, we’ve never had enough bookshelf space for all of our books, and, of course, the more we read, the more quickly we would run out of space. Cartons of books would end up going to the local ladies village improvement society to be resold and re-purposed.
One of the great joys of hardcover books was being able to pass them along to friends. Many of them would never return, but no matter.
MS robbed me of the ability to read hardcover books, almost 2 decades ago, but a Dartmouth classmate surprised me with a first generation, Amazon kindle. Suddenly, I was off and running again. The only drawback to reading electronically is that you can no longer “loan“ a really good book to a friend when you’re done reading it. Of course, the flipside to that problem is that my Kindle never runs out of bookshelf, space.
The whole subject of books and musical scores/sheet music saddens me. They seem to have gone the way of antique furniture. What we considered to be beautiful and treasured is, in today’s world, simply wood .
Everything moves too quickly. Everything is time leg zero. Nobody wants to slow down and savor the precious moment which is the “present.”
I suspect there's a little more to it than simply a music library. My parents could have put the BSO in my bedroom and I still wouldn't be able to distinguish one note from another.
It's an odd mélange of inspirations - two grandmothers with encyclopedic minds and a boyhood spend exploring woods full of old cellar holes were definite factors. The next one will be a Vermont piece.
PS – while writing your blog, try doing so on Microsoft Word, and make sure your settings are saving your work every couple of minutes automatically. Don’t ask me how to do it, because I have no idea, but somehow that’s what my PC does.
Sadly, I was the rock that at least four music teachers broke themselves against...but the first thing I do when I enter someone's home is look at their bookshelves. It's a pretty good measure of who and what they are.