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Everything Wonderful Starts From Somewhere …
February 13, 2015, 6:25 am
Filed under: Before Fame, Chopin, Comment

One of my favourite pieces of music is this …

No, it’s not Queen, nor is it Def Leppard … it’s Chopin’s Nocturne op.9 No.2.

I love it.

I love the melody.

The gentleness.

The emotion.

Whenever I listen to it I find my eyes close and my head gently swinging side-to-side … literally lost in the music.

It makes me wish I could play the piano more than any other piece of music … even Van Halen’s Jump.

But what gets me is this piece of music once never existed.

It was just something that sat inside Chopin’s head … waiting for him to let it out.

Did it come quickly or slowly?

Did it have many iterations or could he hear it before he played it?

I remember Paul McCartney being interviewed about his song ‘Yesterday’ – apparently the most recorded song in history – and he said he wrote it aged 15 on his bed, in his bedroom.

Put aside the obvious talent and maturity it would require to write a song like that at 15, just think about that for a second.

A kid, in Liverpool, is sitting on his bed strumming a guitar and out of his head comes one of the most iconic – and recorded – songs in history.

What did he think at the time?

Did he know he’d written something that would outlive him?

Did he know he’d just created something that would change the course of his life?

[And yes, I do know he has now changed the story behind the song, but he said this on Michael Parkinson and no one is allowed to question what is said on Parky]

It’s like Sir Ken Robinson said in his speech that talks about Shakespeare.

We all imagine Shakespeare as this entity who created things that became pivotal stories of our lives … but once upon a time he was just a kid who went to school and took English lessons. ENGLISH LESSONS!!!

That’s mental even though it shouldn’t be.

We have all this stuff around us that seems to have been there forever.

Of course, a lot of that is because it has been there throughout our life hence we can never remember a time without it – but somewhere in our minds, we forget there was a time when they didn’t exist … when these things we either take for granted or just simply love were nothing.

Literally nothing.

And that’s what blows my mind about that piece by Chopin.

Because while I wonder how he created the piece and what he thought when he wrote it, the fact is, if I could travel back in time to 1829 and ask him to play Nocturne op.9 No.2 … he would look at me and wonder what the hell I was talking about.

Because it didn’t exist. Not even in his mind. Not for another year.

And that fills me with wonder and excitement because it means there are people walking around who may one day write or create or think of something that could evolve to something incredible … something that people will still love 200 years from now or maybe just end up viewing as their new normal … and that is why I think we should stop pissing on the dreams and hopes of those who have ideas, because without them, we might not have half the wonderful things that make up the tapestry of our lives.

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Comment by Rob

You’ve done really well with your comments this week haven’t you Baz.

Comment by DH

Now for something totally different…..

I wasn’t expecting a post like this, especially after your rant yesterday. I owe you an apology. I said I enjoyed your posts more when you were in angry/cheeky mode. I was wrong. This is great and your last paragraph is inspiring.

Comment by Pete

inspiring? fucking inspiring?
hahahahahahahahaha. hahaha. ha. hahahahahahaha.

Comment by andy@cynic

Thank you Pete. That said, I do sort of agree with Andy about your ‘inspiring’ comment. But I admire your good taste. Hahaha.

Comment by Rob

Robert goes cultural. Who knew? Excellent read.

Comment by George

I’ll have you know that my mum used to play me classical music as a child and I found it so emotional, I would cry.

I’m dead cultured, me.

Comment by Rob

You mean there was once a time when we were not bombarded wih Queen?

As for my dreams and hopes, they’ve been drenched.

Comment by John

do you want your mind to explode doddsy? i once watched the fucker conduct an orchestra. proper conduct. it was one of the most violating things ive ever fucking seen.

Comment by andy@cynic

Errrrrrm, when was that? At google or somewhere else? I’ve only done it a couple of times and I am convinced you weren’t at any of them. I’m scared that you’re saying you were.

Comment by Rob

Reblogged this on Le Journal of Jhulle Katz Raynauld.

Comment by julioraynauld

who the fuck would want to repost anything campbell has done except some community action group wanting to warn people to stay the fuck away.

Comment by andy@cynic


Comment by Rob

who the fuck has written this post because it sure as fuck isnt campbell.

Comment by andy@cynic

And to think that not long ago this post didn’t exist. Man, those were the days.

Comment by John

Can anyone build a time machine?

Comment by DH

How can someone who thinks Radio Gaga is an iconic piece of music also like Chopin? It doesn’t compute.

Comment by DH

So I shouldn’t say your nickname was Simon Cowell because you always pissed on people’s ideas.

Comment by Billy Whizz

You started that name so it doesn’t really count. And while I say you should not piss on new ideas, there are times where you should because they’re utterly stupid.

On the positive, you were brilliant at coming up with those.

Comment by Rob

Totally fair response.

Comment by George


Comment by DH

Sad little children.

Comment by Billy Whizz

because youre mr fucking mature arent you billy. sad fuck. but you kicked campbell in the fucking head, so youre my sad little fuck.

Comment by andy@cynic

Great, Rob, you’re on a roll.
BTW, could I have the addresses of the blogs of the
regular commentators on your blog, just want to compare.

Comment by Ciaran McCabe

Who blogs anymore?

Comment by DH

It goes downhill soon Ciaran, but thank you.

I don’t know if anyone blogs anymore. Even Northern seems to have stopped but John Dodds has been writing some lovely stuff like this

I comfort myself by thinking that if it was a game of Survivor, I’d have won. For once. Ha.

Comment by Rob

Oh and before I forget … how is your friend [that you put me in touch with] doing?

Comment by Rob

I am in full agreement with Ciaran, you are on a roll. More like this please Robert.

Comment by Lee Hill

Thanks Lee. I’ll try but I wouldn’t hold your breath. Ha.

Comment by Rob

Sorry Rob, I’m afraid my question was tongue-in-cheek —
and I know which cheek your regular readers will designate.
I, too, miss Northern. I’ll write you about Naila.

Comment by Ciaran McCabe

Sleep deprivation has obviously screwed with my ability to spot sarcasm. I’m doomed.

Comment by Rob

You were sarcastic enough to link to my nonsense.

Comment by John

And I still don’t understand this post.

Comment by John

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