Sibelius and the dishes
Monday, August 09, 2004
The work has gone well today. I've been concentrating on the Uvendia web site, trying to use as much as I can from the sales brochure I've written previously.
This afternoon I've been listening to the Sibelius Violin Concerto while sitting at my desk. It's been a while since I last listened to it and it takes me back to 1981, when I was working at a vineyard in the St Emillion area called Brandeau. I arrived there in March and, along with a New Zealander called Alain, worked for my board and lodging (and copious amounts of St Emillion wine!) by preparing the vines for the coming season, tending the vegetable garden, learning to drive the narrow vineyard tractors, and looking after the pigs, geese, sheep, ducks, and chickens.
We took turns washing up after the main evening meal and one of the rights this earned was to pick the music to be played on the tape. Almost by accident I chose the Sibelius. As the number of workers as Brandeau grew as the season progressed my turn at washing up grew less frequent but I often chose the Sibelius. I was pleased to note that others sometimes chose it, too; even those who professed to have no liking for classical music.
More on Brandeau some other time.
This afternoon I've been listening to the Sibelius Violin Concerto while sitting at my desk. It's been a while since I last listened to it and it takes me back to 1981, when I was working at a vineyard in the St Emillion area called Brandeau. I arrived there in March and, along with a New Zealander called Alain, worked for my board and lodging (and copious amounts of St Emillion wine!) by preparing the vines for the coming season, tending the vegetable garden, learning to drive the narrow vineyard tractors, and looking after the pigs, geese, sheep, ducks, and chickens.
We took turns washing up after the main evening meal and one of the rights this earned was to pick the music to be played on the tape. Almost by accident I chose the Sibelius. As the number of workers as Brandeau grew as the season progressed my turn at washing up grew less frequent but I often chose the Sibelius. I was pleased to note that others sometimes chose it, too; even those who professed to have no liking for classical music.
More on Brandeau some other time.
