A few minutes ago my husband was channel surfing when he stopped to check the satellite guide to get a better idea of what was on TV. While he was checking the channel guide, the TV was on the Fox channel, which at that moment, happened to be playing the show Bones. Now I have never watched that show in my life, nor do I have any desire to, but at that moment, I was temporarily mesmerized by a character on the show playing a haunting Chopin nocturne. I immediately stopped what I was doing, closed my eyes, and experienced a feeling of pure bliss wash over me.
Seeing as how The Husband was channel surfing, this moment of classical beauty lasted only about a minute, and then boom - the spell was broken. But it was a nice reminder of what an important part classical music has been in my life over the years.
Ever since I was ten years old and heard Fantasie Impromptu for the first time, Chopin has been the composer that consistently tugged at my heartstrings. I could play Beethoven, Brahms, or Schubert, but Chopin is the one who always gave me the most satisfaction.
Just to show you how much Chopin is loved in my house, this is the book that has resided on my piano for the past few years. At this point it's there more for decoration than frequent use. I hardly ever sit down to play anymore, but when I do, Chopin is always my go-to classical choice.
What classical composer never fails to tug at your heartstrings?