Someone once said that if we want to be happy we need good health and a bad memory! As far as memory is concerned, we don’t have to worry too much… Sometimes, some of them are resolved to stay with us forever, and we could say that they make us healthier!
But when it comes to memories, doesn’t it seem that the images of the past are inseparably linked to the images of the rooms? Starting with the first one from our childhood that we called ’my room’, and then in chronological order – classroom and first crushes, first rehearsals in the garage, kitchens on parties, dorm rooms, attic rooms, rented rooms, rooms on the seaside, hotel rooms, ’rooms of splendour’, rooms for a night, a year or for a lifetime. The ones in which we stayed the longest are most certainly the most precious ones, but the ones we ’flew’ through become an inspiration for poems. And poems, like music, don’t fall into oblivion that easily.
So, what is the most striking impression of rooms? The door and the windows of course: some we remember because of the view, and some are remembered by the key in the lock! The first song from our ’room music’ arsenal is written by the big fan of hotel rooms: Leonard Cohen. The lyrics of his classic Chelsea Hotel were preceded by a meeting in the elevator which turned into a whole night room-hanging, and ultimately occasionally thoughts on that special rendezvous. We won’t say who the lady was, we guess you already know 🙂
In order to give this special memory of Cohen an early 20. Century room flavor, we recommend one of the most touching chamber pieces – Rachmaninoff’s Cello Sonata, op 19. It is one of those compositions that seek your complete commitment in a solitude of a room.