In his all-too-brief life, Schubert wrote over 1000 pieces of music, 600 of them lieder or “songs”-short, lyrical, vocal compositions that, along with his waltzes (particularly the Austrian Ländler) brought Schubert great fame. And short.”) I sifted through Schubert’s music to see if I could find it, but we’re talking about a very prolific composer. It didn’t help that I couldn’t describe it well.
To procure new music you- gasp!- had to go into a record store and hunt for it. This was back in the old days, no iTunes, no internet to surf, no Google, Spotify, Amazon. I thought longingly of that piece on and off for the next several months. I thanked him, murmured it to myself to mentally file it away, and as the piece ended, the lights dimmed, and the movie previews began. “Schubert,” a man two rows behind us called out. “Who is this composer?” I asked my husband in a hushed voice. All my thoughts fell away even my breath stilled, in order to capture every note. This piece, a classical piano recording, was just stunning, dreamy and lyrical. Back in those civilized days, they didn’t bombard you with commercials or junky “shows” before the film you got to bask in music. Here was mine: I was in an art-house cinema years back, sitting in the semidarkness with my husband, waiting for the movie to begin. Tell me if this has ever happened to you: you’re out and about when you hear a brief passage of gorgeous classical music, which never gets identified, and it goes on to haunt you.
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