Yesterday evening, I took out my guitar for Mikhail the Romanian guy to take a look (see previous post). He's been playing since he was 10, but hasn't played for the past 2 years. In fact, he doesn't even keep long nails anymore.

After I played him a couple of pieces (I'm a bit rusty as well as I haven't been practising regularly in some time), I handed him the guitar for him to try. The moment he started playing I could tell that he's a very good guitarist, even if he's really rusty, more so than I am.

He played parts of a couple of pieces (as he forgot them halfway through), then to my surprised he started to play Bach's D minor Chaconne (a properly played version can be heard here), one of the most difficult (both technically and musically) pieces in the classical guitar repertoire. He was playing quite hesitantly and with mistakes, but considering that he hasn't played for a couple of years, it was pretty damn impressive.

Before I continue, I should admit that I'm usually a lousy listener; I have fallen asleep at concerts before, and even when I don't chances are my mind will get distracted and I don't fully appreciate the music. However, with this guy playing the piece in front of me, even if in a rusty way, I found myself following every note and internalising the music. While his playing was imperfect, this was the first time I truly saw the beauty of the Chaconne even though I've heard it many times.

Later in the night, I put on a recording of the Chaconne to try and recapture the beauty again, but it just seemed flat and lifeless.

This just goes to show that music is ultimately a means of communication: I had never spoken to a Romanian before, and yet this stranger could open my eyes to a beauty that I could never perceive before.

I'll be in the US for the rest of this week, so there won't be any new posts till I get back!