exhuming my music library

There are so many things about which to write, but nothing properly, cogently formulated as of yet. Last night, I had the thrilling experience of locating six days worth of music I thought I had lost forever. Listening to Mahler 4, Clifford Curzon, Yves Montand, Ginette Neveu, and Edith Piaf initiated a flood tide of memories. At this juncture in my little life, getting reacquainted with Curzon playing Schubert was particularly poignant.