We were listening to the "ancient" recording of the 3rd concerto for piano of Prockofiev.
Having heard recently, quite a lot of young pianists' exceptonally brilliant competition videos of the same piece, our breath stopped still on listening to the familiar recording.
I used to own a music casset of it.
Then I had bought the one on a CD.
Then I lost it so I have bought it again.
In all, I had had three copies of Martha Argerich's same recording with Claudio Abbado, of 1967! And now I don't remember what has happened to my last copy.
It just came back through spotify.
It is like looking at a film, listening to a piano concerto.
Prokofiev 3rd is one of the most colourful, strange and yet quick to feel familier piano concertos: you just remember all the sequences because of the strong will to "story-telling" of the composer.
And the beauty of it!
For our ears.
As if it was a perfume, to hear.
As if it was food, for brain.
In itself a beauty often is ephemeral.
But when the beauty has touched us, it becomes eternal.
Crazy and magic state of love!