CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter
The IU students are back in town, and I am remembering when I was one of them, a new freshman… with a whole new world opening up, including classical music, like The Student Prince, to which I am listening right now.
At least, that’s what I thought The Student Prince was when I first heard it, classical.
I had never really even heard a “record” when I went off to college, except for the 45s used at the “sock hops” at school. My family had only one record player, which took only very long play spoken recordings, because my father was blind, and the Library for the Blind in Indianapolis sent him “talking books” from time to time. No music. Mostly Western novels. It was the highlight of an afternoon or evening when Daddy got out “the record machine,” and all six of us sat around the table, staring at the slowly rotating record as a story of cowboys battling “savages” on The Powder River filled our dining room.
We had a radio, but other than an occasional station that played “popular” music, meaning Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra, all the stations featured “hillbilly” music. Yes, that’s what it was called then. “Country” came along much later. PBS classical music stations were decades away.
So when my IU roommate, Tom Cone, brought a “hi-fi” from home, with three records, which included The Student Prince and South Pacific, I thought I was a real classical college man, listening to “classical music.”
I had never heard of Bach or Beethoven or Mozart or Tchaikovsky or Rimsky-Korsakov or Vivaldi. Through the years, they have inscribed themselves on my list of favorites.  I know what classical music is. I was a history major. I know all about the 18th century. Well, I know a little about it, enough to date the “classical music” period up to 1830.
For me, though, the real classics will always start with Be My Love and Some Enchanted Evening.
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1] Yes, I’m expanding the usual dates for the “classical” period a bit.