Music appeared in my life long before I learned to distinguish between different styles and trends, learned about the work of great composers and musicians. The first melody that I remember so far was my mother's lullaby. When the words ended, my mother softly sang la-la-la-la-la, and her melodious melodies reassured me and, probably, marked the beginning of my good attitude towards music. Then there were musical performances and plays, favorite children's songs and first idols.
My taste changed simultaneously with my age, today I liked rock, tomorrow was pop music, in a week I was ready to give my last money for recordings of famous rappers, sometimes I listened to reggae, and I did my lessons for popular songs coming from radio channels. And all the time it seemed to me that without music, my world would be imperfect, as repulsive cold beauty happens without a warm smile, or the sea becomes boring without a storm and white lambs of waves.
My taste changed simultaneously with my age, today I liked rock, tomorrow was pop music, in a week I was ready to give my last money for recordings of famous rappers, sometimes I listened to reggae, and I did my lessons for popular songs coming from radio channels. And all the time it seemed to me that without music, my world would be imperfect, as repulsive cold beauty happens without a warm smile, or the sea becomes boring without a storm and white lambs of waves.