Quiet Moments with Sirs Elgar and Davis

Something that surprises some people is that I most frequently listen to classical music. I don’t avoid other kinds of music, but my radio stays tuned to a classical station unless one is not available, and when I relax with music, I generally choose classical. Part of this came from starting ballet again a few years ago as an adult, as I often listen to the music to which I dance, but I haven’t stuck to swing or Argentine tango music as much as I’ve been drawn to classical.

There is something evocative for me in classical music. I’ve started to recognize composers’ stylistic idiosyncracies, and the styles of specific time periods and countries. Russian music very dark and deep at times, while French Baroque music is full of the lavish pomp that I associate with Versailles. English music reminds me of Thomas Hardy, evoking scenes of the country and sunshine.

Last night, I was reading about a tour of a British country estate and decided to seed a Pandora station with Sir Edward Elgar for a playlist of music that is bright and uncomplicated but still emotional and passionate in its way. It was lovely. I could sit for hours listening to such beautiful music, perhaps on a sun-drenched patio watching the birds cavort and the trees blow softly in the wind while sipping a cup of tea.

But for now, I take my time curled up at night, listening to lovely music while I read about lovely places and dream about trips I may take some day.