One of Ben's favorite books these days is called Opera Cat, a story about an opera singer in Milan whose cat turns out to be a virtuoso soprano as well and covers for her when she contracts laryngitis. A frequent visitor to the home is the Maestro, the conductor of the opera's pit orchestra. This morning when I was driving Ben to school, we were listening to some classical music on the radio. At one point I asked, "Do you think the Maestro is conducting that with his baton?" Ben responded, somewhat dismissively, "No." After a moment he continued, "I think it's Daniel Barenboim."
[Back story on that: A number of times we've watched this video featuring Itzhak Perlman playing the Beethoven violin concerto, with conductor Daniel Barenboim. Ben now knows to sing along to the main theme of the third movement with the immortal lyrics, "It's by Beethoven, it's by Beethoven...." Just as my father taught me, lo these many years ago.]
Tonight in the bath, Ben announced, "Tomorrow something exciting is going to happen right in the middle of school!" I signed, "What?" "Abba is going to give a concert! And I'm going to help them sing a song!"
He's the only almost-four-year-old I know who can name all the members of Abba. I can't name them all. And whence this interest in Abba? YouTube, again. John Denver -> Olivia Newton-John -> Abba. I bet you're never more than about six links away from an Abba video on YouTube.
We believe in a well-rounded musical education.
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