I took a trip to my passions – from Praties Place I went to look for Transylvanian music CD’s @ Amazon. This is the music of my ancestors- on my Mom’s side. There is something very basic about music and when you listen to the music of a culture it can do something to you. Sorry for the vagueness, but I don’t know quite what it is. Like when I visited Hungary- I found a correlation to a part of myself that has always been out of sync with the Anglo-Saxon Germanic inflected culture of Ohio. I get too wild and high-flying. My idealism soars far beyond what is acceptable in this part of the American Pie.
The Hungarian drama in me wants to let go…. but I have learned to restrain it and retrain it. It doesn’t fly in this part of Ohio- except when it lets loose for short periods and entertains friends. Ha! but that is short-lived.
Anyway…. there was something about the music, and thinking of how funny my Mom is when she hears that Magyar violin and cymbolin. Almost cartoonish. And that is what Hungarians are in the dry Midwest, we are a bit cartoonish.
But of course, that is only half the story, you should see me at a Celtic concert. OMG.
Then you could get me to tell you the parallels between the Magyars and the Highlanders. Oh yeah, I have theories on that.