It is a pity, really. This month is not being too nice on the great. My co-worker’s grandfather had passed away, Yeltsin, and now Rostropovich.
Not good news at all.
Alas, this is a part of life, methinks.
There is a nice article on him that I found in Yahoo news. Actually, Kara found it, but no matter.
Rostropovich stirred souls with playing that was both intense and seemingly effortless. He fought for the rights of Soviet-era dissidents and later triumphantly played Bach suites below the crumbling Berlin Wall.
In his last public appearance, at his birthday celebration in the Kremlin on March 27, Rostropovich was frail but still able to show his capacity for joy and generosity.
Wow. !!!!!! Think about it… He was 80. As in eight zero… as in one more than seventy nine… and STILL playing. Strength like this, both physical and more importantly mental is a thing to envy.
Lately I find myself talking to people and forgetting what the fuck we’re talking about 1/2 way through the conversation. I mean it’s a worthless conversation anyway, about the weather and someone’s kids, but no matter. 80… Still playing his cello… kicking ass!!
Dude, wherever you are now, me salutes you.
Cheers!
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