Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Every once in awhile, a personal connection with music, like this sweetness:
“Lemon Tree, Chopsticks, and Moon River. . .”
Remembering my father through the music he loved
By Charina Sanz-Zarate / MindaNews / 03 January 2006
DAVAO CITY -- On New Year’s Day, during the early afternoon siesta lull when all is silent after a night of revelry, I found myself prying open the old brown piano stool of my father. Inside, dust had gathered on yellowed sheets of piano pieces, Papa’s collection which he lovingly kept since he was a young man. I know because he scribbled on one of the sheets the date “November 27, 1960” when he was only 20 years old. ¶ 1/03/2006 10:16:00 PM
“Lemon Tree, Chopsticks, and Moon River. . .”
Remembering my father through the music he loved
By Charina Sanz-Zarate / MindaNews / 03 January 2006
DAVAO CITY -- On New Year’s Day, during the early afternoon siesta lull when all is silent after a night of revelry, I found myself prying open the old brown piano stool of my father. Inside, dust had gathered on yellowed sheets of piano pieces, Papa’s collection which he lovingly kept since he was a young man. I know because he scribbled on one of the sheets the date “November 27, 1960” when he was only 20 years old. ¶ 1/03/2006 10:16:00 PM
