This post just stemmed out of a news article i read a few minutes back…it was something so different about the article…something so unique and touching that has made me post this…it’s about composers, about lyricists about musicians…not just any group of artistes, but of people who had the extra ordinary power to compose and play music in some of the worst situations…some of these pieces of art were written in the concentration camps of World War 2…pieces of music have been found scribbled on tiny scrawls of paper, in notebooks, diaries and even on toilet tissues…that is the power of MUSIC!!! that is what music can do…it inspires…it inspires people to do things under the most trying circumstances and later when you look at it you feel…how the hell did i manage to do it…all of these people were victims of the Nazi era or were Prisoners of War in Japan…much of the music was never played when they composed it…it was played only after the war had ended…a huge chunk of the music is sad and sombre and refers to the native land of the people…the lyrics of one song by “In Buchenwald, the birch trees rustle sadly, as my heart sways languishing in woe.”…the multitude of these works of art vary from classical masterpieces of operas composed in the slaughter houses of the Nazis to suave and smooth Jazz pieces written in the POW camps of Japan and the forests of Asia…really touching…let’s hope all these musical wonders are recorded and shipped onto the stores where people could hear them…so that people could really get a true understanding of what music is…music just doesn’t come from million dollar studios…it comes from the heart…
