Wie lieblich...

Tonight I finally got to see Brahms' German Requiem live. It was amazing, and also helps that it is my favorite piece of music EVER written. Most of the time my favorites change with my mood, like there's times I want Rhapsody in Blue or The Planets, or Beethoven, but I could listen to the German Requiem all day everyday for the rest of my life. The cool thing was, I sat down tonight and opened up the program, the first page was an "In Memory of..." page, because the Requiem is that kind of piece, and I look and see that they are all people that have been affialiated with the College of Music that have passed away. I look and see all the people that performance halls have been named after and stuff, granted this is an entire page, so they are listed in alphabetical order. I get halfway down the page, to the K's and see Jerry C. Kiger. Whoa! That's my grandfather, my Dad's Dad!

After I saw that, I started thinking (scary thing, I know) about stuff. I thought through the concert, yet enjoyed the music. The piece reminded me about my musical past, and what music means to me. There are times where I absolutely hate music and wish i never had to listen to it again, I wish I could go a day without it. Most of the time, I couldn't live a day without it. My grandfather started this line of music education in my family. He was a band director, now my uncle is, and one of these days if I ever graduate, I will be too. Most people hear that and think that I want to "follow in the family footsteps" but that's all wrong. It's a coincidence of sorts. I enjoy music enough to want to teach others about it, and instill the same passion for it in them that it does for me. Ok, that's enough thinking and getting deeper into me than anyone wants. Now I must write a paper that i totally forgot about :)