Where are you, John Bauer from Kansas City? We were playing Bach in Trastevere, vicolo della Penitenza, in the 1970’s

PianoKeyboard
A piano keyboard (credits)

We lived together for a while in that apartment, so many stairs, no elevator.

I was studying Bach’s English suites, you Bach’s French suites although you were a much better pianist.

Your hands were big and very white, mine smaller and not as white as yours. We played in totally different ways (Lutheran, you, Italian from the Michelangeli school, I).

The piano was your instrument, not mine, my hands were smaller, yours big and very white. We both loved Bach.

I will never forget, as long as I live, your performance of Bach’s Fugue in C# minor, BWV 849, WTC.

If you don’t read this message in a bottle in a few days or weeks … it is OK. You will, some day. In this world, or another.

Giovanni

Penitenza
Un palazzo di Vicolo della Penitenza a Trastevere (credits)

Pictures from Tuscany (skip blah blah)

A view. Click for a larger picture

Some pictures from our last week end.

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This post is again dedicated to Tuscany, to ‘sposa‘ and to my ‘eldest brother’.

I hope you won’t think my life is so sparkling.

It isn’t.

And I have visited Tuscany seldom in the last 15 years.

The reasons are not related to the people I mention here.

I spend an unreasonable amount of time before a screen or reading or playing my guitar or walking.

A very stupid thing to do, perhaps.

I won’t say more, since dum loquor hora fugit.

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Lilla when very young

[Necessary update 😦 Skip to pics below]

Mario: “You sometimes try to make your life big. And this post proves you wanted to blow your readers’ mind with ‘your Tuscany’. Besides let’s face it Campania’s culture is greater than Toscana’s.”

MoR: “As for the last point I may partially agree though it’s hard to say and in any case Campania is today at risk (due possibly to capricious Greek influence?)

I mean, this everybody-screwing-everybody attitude come on. And you, and what you’ve done to Flavia especially, and to me. We loved you. You are and will ever remain a moron.”

Mario: *keeping silent for a moment*

“You didn’t reply to my first point.”

Buds in Tuscany 34 years ago. Mario on the right and I on the left

MoR: “There may be some narcissism (see 1, 2), or this ‘wanting to show them’ thing.”

Extropian: “The usual ‘attraction-repulsion between North and South, between hyperboreans non-hyperboreans’ thing? Interesting but boring now.

I am thinking about us, more than 30 years ago, when we used to spend so many week ends in Tuscany all together, our group of school mates. It was beautiful. And your eldest brother, terrific.”

MoR: “Lilla my female dog has just died this morning. So what can I say. Life is short. Let us live.

But I kind of believe in reincarnation.

For both humans and animals, of course.”

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Tuscan friends
'Sposa' (spouse) and 'il mio fratello maggiore' (my eldest brother)
Very good natured and intelligent, he makes everybody happy in parties. Click to enlarge
Very intelligent, strong willed, simpaticissima... click for a larger image. Btw I don't know why Italian women are so strong willed. They 'grind' us

I insisted on the feather. I obsessed all with my small E63. Click for a larger image

Click for a bigger pic. In Tuscany people love (and have great) meat and steaks
Well, well ,well ... sposa is sposa. click for a larger picture
End with rain. Click to enlarge