Lonely Austrian

I went to a psychic last month. She was super nice. The room she read out of was pretty funny, with guardian angel and native themed paraphernalia scattered everywhere, and some joyful Christmas carols (instrumental of course) on her tape deck. We got down to talking serious business and thank god she turned off the bell choir. All in all this woman ended up surprising me.

She read both palms, one of which was my spiritual palm. She explained that I am an active person who doesn't put up with something in my life without trying to change it first. She said that I will sit around and dwell, stay down for a day or two, but that I drag myself up off the floor and carry on. This all of course comes from the fact that in a past life I lead a long life of utter loneliness and heart ache!!! As a very wealthy, beautiful woman in the 1800's, in my Austrian countryside mansion, there I sat in her vision, at a piano, "playing a very somber piece". "Someone you loved very much left your life, after which you lived alone, unhappy. You basically wasted a life, so now your soul is trying to make up for this."

It reminded me of my piano teacher back in high school. Rivoli. He was such a cute Italian man, and so passionate. I was learning Liszt (I believe Consolation #3 or something) and he told me this gigantic fabricated story about the piece. That this man was in prison for a crime he didn't commit. An outdoor corridor linked the prison to the court house, and he was taken there in chains, as he looked way down into the valley of trees. After his verdict, he was sentenced to death and the piece was written for the long walk back. I was so moved by this story and it really helped me feel the piece out when I was learning it. He only told me it was a lie after I learned it. He got a real kick out of himself.

He told me all sorts of stories. Debussy having an autistic daughter that would play with her dolls and then go into deep droughts of exhaustion, only to get back up and skip around. Not sure if that was true. Or the story about the girl in the park with wind and sun through her hair (La fille aux cheveux de lin - The girl with flaxen hair).

Anyhow, I'm getting away from whatever it was I was talking about. But they're all stories. And somehow they inspire you to be better or play better or live your life in more detail...or embellishment.