My love affair with music - 10 music moments that define me or my life

Music is like listening to waves. It calm my soul and mind. It opens up new doors and it lets me enter a world of magic. Music can make you forget and transport you far away. Music can make you aware and take a stance. Music can be a dream. Music can make you aware of reality. Music is life and life is music...

1. Griegs "Morning" from the play Peer Gynt

I just have to start with my former blog post: The paper plane. It was such an incredible moment when it happened and it has stayed with me for the 20-25 years since. When I started teaching the class I was told I would get nothing, that the class was not cultural and not very responsive. That 8 year old boy with his beautiful narration proved them so wrong. It made a beautiful memory for me but more than that it's been a constant reminder never to listen to the "no sayers", the "it's not possible sayers" , the "they are not interested sayers", the "generalisation sayers". It made me continue what I believed in, never give up caring, trying and that small actions can change the world. Enjoy!

2. Tchaikovsky - Sleeping Beauty Waltz

My parents had a lot of vinyl but this became special very early on. At the tender age between 1 and 2 I decided this was mine.  I danced around the living room totally in my own world. It was played again and again and again. At age 4 I did start taking ballet lessons and though I stopped at 10, ballet has always been very close to my heart. 

It introduced me to a magical world. The music is made for movement, elegant, gliding, dramatic. Close your eyes and let the music carry you away. Let your mind be filled with images and motion.

I will let this piece of fairytale music stand for my love for classical music. It started with Tchaikovsky and continued with Chopin to a large number of others. Some old, some modern.

3. Jussi Bjørling "O heliga natt"

As my mother introduced me to ballet and Chopin, my father introduced me to opera, jazz, rock. The greatest of them all was the swedish tenor Jussi Bjørling. Growing up I loved listening to this powerhouse of a singer where the emotions rushes out of the speakers and hits your body, soul and heart. Dramatic, melancholy, beautiful and unreal when hitting the high notes. Nothing can fill you body in quite the same way as opera can. I've been fortunate to see many operas in many different places. I can not wait to see more!

The clip is in swedish but his power, his voice and his charisma comes through. Probably the first opera record I heard as this has been played every christmas since I was born (and probaløy before that too) No christmas without it. It's no secret I too love opera, italian opera.  As the first clip is in swedish I'll leave you with a 2 clips, the not so unfamous "Nessun dorma" from Turandot by Puccini:

4. Piotr Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker - Ballet in two acts

Being fortunate enough to live in a city with a ballet and a mother who also loves it my introduction to ballet at the opera came young (4-5 years). I was absolutely mesmerized. The grace, the beauty, the movements, the music. A story told without words. Images I had floating in my mind when listening came to life on stage. Such an explosion of mind, soul, thoughts and dream.  It's been many ballets since, but this was the first to open the door to a new world. 

5. ABBA: Waterloo

And then came ABBA, 1974, Eurovision. I was 6 1/2, Waterloo, the first cassette I got for my 7th birthday with a cassette player. Instant love. I would drive my brother crazy with playing the songs over and over again, performing in front of the mirror with a brush. Again I would close my eyes and let myself be transported away. And those costumes. Perfect, just perfect. Since then its been many albums and many favorites but this one started the ball. A love affair lasting 40 years (so far). 

6. David Bowie: Life on Mars?

I don't remember what was my first Bowie song, but I'm rather sure I heard it on Radio Luxenbourg one night when I should have been sleeping. It could have been either of them Rebel, Rebel, Changes, Life on Mars, Heros or Starman I don't remember. There was something in his voice that spoke directly to me. Today I would say he has a sensual, strong, very recognizable voice that both surprises and captivates - I was definitely captivated by this strange but cool music. He still surprises and stretches the borders, creating new music.  Listening to him I always felt it's ok to be different, it's ok to be myself...

7. Edith Piaf - La vie en rose

At 14 I started with French in school. As a little girl I played with a french girl on the boat to Kiel (or was it Copenhagen). I right away fell in love with the language. So beautiful. I did not excel as a student or learn much then. But I did learn one thing. French songs. Oh how beautiful, its a language made for singing. so much passion, so much beauty, so much emotions. Again when the voice filled the room I was in awe. What a voice this little sparrow had. Edit Piaf became very prominent as around the same time there was a play about her life. What life, what sorrow but also what courage and lust for living. 

8. Hanne Boel - My kindred spirit

I've been to many concerts and seen many big and small stars. Amazing concerts like Bowie in Hamburg, Simple Minds in Drammen or Tina Turner in Oslo.  Still one concert stands out. In 87 or 88 in a small rock club in Aalborg, Denmark, a former backup singer was on her first tour. She had been told her voice was to dark to make it solo. She proved them wrong. Rock Nielsen was filled to the breaking point and everyone wanted more. Again, don't stop believing in yourself.

She has this dark, r&b sound, rough and delightful at the same time. I'm still a fan of this cool Danish lady many albums later.

9. Apartheid in South Africa - 2 songs in one post

The Specials - Nelson Mandela

I am not sure when I heard about Nelson Mandela and apartheid but it must have been in the 70s. From then followed his fight for freedom. This song reminds me and so many others of the long way he had to go. Many wrote letters and protested hoping for a change. I did not dare to hope for a change in my lifetime but it came. Never give up on HOPE!

Peter Gabriel - Biko

The story of Steven Biko is a strong one that we never should forget. A man practising non violence trying to change a horrid system, killed by his efforts. The core message so important still today.  If you haven't seen the movie Cry Freedom from 1987 its worth while. Strong story, strong performances and a reminder we should never forget. Its not us and them its WE.

10. Live Aid 1985 

Using music to raise awareness had been done before, but not on this scale. Watching MTV and seeing this outpour of solidarity, money and awareness was something I will never forget. Yes they said it's useless, its just a show, it does not matter. But it did make a difference in many people's lives. It became legitimate to care. The crises in parts of Africa came straight into our living rooms. From that moment on you could chose to care or not, but you could not use the excuse you did not know.

So many artists that day that stuck in my mind but I suppose the one performance that stood out was this: Queen.

As a teenager seeing this massive response of caring was enormous. I suppose I've always felt we should help each other on this planet and suddenly there is was. It made me stronger in my belief that one person can (and should) make a difference.

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I'm the MTV generation, music videos and Levis commercial. Music was not just on the radio or on vinyl, it was everywhere and using music as a tool to bring awareness got a new medium. Of course I'm a product of that time. There are so many others I could have mentioned, artists I listen to, who have followed me for years or new acquaintances.

Music is the past, the present and the future.  Music is forever.

Bette Midler the Rose

This song and its lyrics have followed me for almost 30 years now, in good and in bad times. 

It seems a fitting end to a post about music and me...

The paper plane

Many years ago I was so fortunate to be working as a teacher for some time, filling in for teachers that was sick. For 4 months I was the teacher of a class of 8 year olds.

As part of arts and craft I one day asked the children to put their heads down on their desks, close their eyes and just listen to the music letting their minds go free creating images.

28 children did as asked and the only sound in the classroom was Griegs "Morning" from Peer Gynt.

Slowly we returned to this world and I asked if anyone wanted to share what had played in their minds.

One of the boys put his hand up and this was his story:

"It was sunny and I was running on a huge open green field with the trees standing beautifully in the background. 

Above me a paper plane was flying. The sky very blue. 

The plane was slowly moving with the wind, gliding beautifully over the open green field. 

I was running to it, trying to reach it but it sailed just above my head.

I followed the plane as it slowly descended. The world was quiet. It was just me and the paper plane on the big field. 

Slowly slowly it circled. It was so beautiful.

Finally it glided just over the green grass before it gently landed in front of me. 

It was a perfect day." 

I was speechless and rather moved. So were the other children. Everyone was looking at him in awe finding his story a beautiful one. A lot of wow and I can see that. 28 children united by the beautiful narration of their classmate.

I have cherished this story in my heart for the 20 something years now.

I'm sharing it with you this week, after the Paris attacks (and the others) where I see so many comments about how dangerous muslims are, how barbaric they all are. All the harsh and ignorant comments flourishing.

This was a normal class except for one thing, all the 28 children came from immigrant families. This remarkable 8 year old boy telling this beautiful story was a muslim. The class listening to him was too. Don't judge what you don't know. Xenophobia is not a beautiful thing. This boy's mind was.

A beautiful soul in a beautiful mind!