Via Yahoo! Music (but skipping the horrible ads), I’m now enjoying Leif Ove Andsnes playing one of my favourite pieces of music – Schumann’s Piano Concerto.

It reminds me of a time in my life when I was intensely into music, especially piano. I remember lying awake in bed at night while my parents were downstairs, and listening intently to the record player downstairs playing this piece, and feverishly committing the whole thing to memory. God knows why! It seemed terribly important to try to do. And being unable to reconcile this divine melody with the fact that the author of it went mad. Was he mad when he wrote it? I wondered. Did writing it make him go mad?
Don’t you miss the wonderful days of childhood?