Hello everyone, my name is Luigi Daniele.
I have been playing the piano for years and despite my age, I continue.
I always find the time even though work absorbs a lot of it.
In addition to playing in public, I set aside time to always study new things on the piano.
I think that children should be left free in their choices.
Precisely, we must allow that spark to strike within them that makes them fall in love with music as with everything else in life.
If they don't feel it inside them, the results are poor and struggling, or at least they are technically valid results but are heartless performances that do not reach the heart of the listener.
I can tell you only one thing: I knew an Architect friend. He had never played; we had been seeing each other for years for work.
One day, while we were together before going to a construction site, I asked him if he had the patience to wait for me a moment, or if he wanted to keep me company.
I had to buy a guitar to give to a little nephew.
He came with me into a nice shop with a great assortment of instruments.
In particular, there were many acoustic and electric guitars.
Mientras I had purchased the guitar, I was at the checkout; turning around, I saw him ecstasy-stroking the neck of a guitar.
Leaving, partly due to haste and partly because we had to go to work, I didn't mention it, but his way of looking at the guitar struck me.
In the evenings, we often went out together as well. But after that evening, every now and then he would stand me up and was mysterious.
He was a friend full of resources and often enjoyed female company; he frequented many female friends.
I thought to myself, maybe he has a girlfriend who this time, finally, has bewitched him........................
In effect, he had been bewitched.
We continued to work together, but with discretion, I avoided asking about his commitments and his secrecy.
However, I always saw him a bit impatient at work. The thing aroused my curiosity, but I asked nothing.
A year or so had passed by then, and I no longer paid attention to it.
I took him for being happily engaged. I expected that from one moment to the next he would introduce her to me....................
I was truly happy for him.
One day we went to present some documentation in an office and among the papers, some music manuscripts slipped away.
Curious, I told him, and he......................
He said nothing, nothing, leave it alone. He told me like a cat that wants to hide its needs................
Busy with work commitments, I said nothing; in fact, I forgot about it.
I went home and was at the piano...........I remembered those manuscripts and thought, but tomorrow I must ask Biagio, I must ask him why he hid them.
Were they perhaps his girlfriend's?
The next morning I went to work with the intention of satisfying my curiosity.
He said to me, well, since you caught me, then come to my house tonight, I have to show you something. (I thought, here it is, now he introduces his girlfriend).
I went to his house in the evening. There was no one; it was just us. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that in the studio there was a classical guitar, a wonderful guitar, and a music stand. I thought, it must be his girlfriend's.............maybe when she comes to him, he lets her listen to something.
I didn't ask; he very cordially offered me an aperitif, or rather no, a beer, yes, yes.
After a while he said, now I'll show you, but don't criticize me, I am still a beginner...............
But..............but what?
He moved towards the studio and motioned for me to come. I followed him; he walked towards the guitar and said to me, do you like it? Of course it's beautiful, but why do you keep it here?
It was a moment; after taking it in his hands, he began to play it.
I was left speechless.
But you never told me anything.
Then he confided in me that since we entered that shop, he had fallen in love with the instrument; he had started taking guitar lessons and was seriously thinking about an artistic path. I was left speechless; his hand on the instrument was already quite evolved.
In a short time, he abandoned his profession and enrolled in the conservatory at an advanced age.
Every now and then we played together; he was making progress.
Today we play every now and then, between one commitment and another; he has become an excellent jazz guitarist. He has a school with many students.
By profession today, he lives off the guitar and music.
He abandoned his profession as an architect; oh, I forgot, he also married a cellist.
So let the seed of music slip into the hearts of people.
Every coercive or inductive act, if not accompanied by passion, generates nothing constructive.
Forgive me if I have been long-winded, but it is my experience in this matter that always moves me.
A hug, Luigi Daniele