Symphony At Sea by Bob Halstead |
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| Wealth? Treasure? Magic? But the “secret” was none of those. In any complex endeavour, and you should love me for telling you this, figure out the first thing to do and then DO IT. Doing it is the hard part. While you are doing it, figure out the next thing to do, then do that. After many small steps, you have climbed the mountain. So with Classical music, start with something that you are familiar and comfortable with and move to other pieces by the same composer, then other composers in the same era and so on. My friend started with Mozart, it is as good a place as any. Or, if you are fortunate to live in Australia - which has the worlds finest classical music radio station ABC Classic FM - to which all my home and car tuners are welded - listen any chance you can. If you miss the composer’s name when announced you can find it on the internet later. Simple. Unfortunately (until now anyway) you would not have been able to learn a single thing about Classical music by going on a live-aboard dive boat. Every one I have been on blares Pop or “New Age” music/muzak day and night, and renders an otherwise perfectly comfortable dive boat uninhabitable. Usually this is because the crew are young and, frankly, do not realise how dreadful this experience is for music lovers. I kid you not, it is torture – I’d confess anything! “Yes, I did go one metre deeper on my second dive, no I do not know where my buddy is. Just shut that noise up!” I have considered smashing the boat sound system or even mutiny. I know that when I am in the thralls of Shostakovich’s 2 nd piano concerto others might not be so appreciative and so stick to my private I-pod. Why can’t they use theirs? I strive to educate the crew, and start very politely, waving my dive knife, “Turn that ….... rubbish off!”, with a reply “Oh don’t you like Spudface? I’ll change it to Turbopants”. Me - “How about Brahms?”. It - “Never heard of them”.... In case you think I am exaggerating the general public ignorance of fine music consider this. I bought my grandkids a cartoon video version of Mozart’s opera The Magic Flute then went to the local music store to see if I could buy a CD with excerpts from the real thing to play when I had them captive in my car. The enthusiastic young shop assistant came bounding over as I pawed through the meagre classical selection. “Can I help you Sir?” “Well, Yes, please - I’m looking for the Magic Flute” “Oh Sir” quoth she, “That will be in the instrumental section.” The plague of bad music is not confined to dive boats of course. In an effort to get even fitter than I am, I started going to the local Gym where I did not only have to listen to incessant wailing and thumping, I had to watch asinine whelps mime it on the ubiquitous TV screens too. I do know in a Gym it is important for mental health to keep one’s IQ less than one half of one’s heartbeat so I should, I suppose, have expected it. Football and cricket are now unbearable with Pop music pounding at any interval, and it is vital to take one’s seat at the cinema at exactly the starting time for the main film. I sometimes wonder if Pop music is a cunning form of terrorism. You cannot even have a decent argument with the telephone salesman from Lahore without the vile caterwauling of a Pop diva while he puts you on hold. A while back I had to receive treatment for a medical ailment. I was positioned on the slab of a huge space-age machine, then the staff departed the room while I was to be treated. On the way out they turned on a portable disk player playing Pop music. I repeatedly yelled “Foul Notes!” causing a minor panic (serves them right) and explained that such noise destroys the will to live, and I had no intention of staying there while it assaulted my senses. I recovered, but I am not sure if they did. By the way, in case you have not got the message, please do not send me a DVD of your latest dive adventure if all you have done to the sound track is dubbed in the latest New-Age-Aqua-Etherial-Zen mood music. But now the good news. Imagine for a moment cruising to concertos, dive briefing to Bach, suiting up to serenades, and sipping sundowners to symphonies and sonatas. For meal times we might actually enjoy SILENCE in the background – to allow for aged ears, and engage in some scintillating conversation. At anchor after dinner, yes! Live, un-amplified, beautiful music …… a dream, no, just read on. Knowing that there are many other music lovers in the world who dive, I am working with DiversionOZ dive Travel, Mike Ball Dive Expeditions and International Concert Violinist, and diver, Kirtley Leigh Paine to put together the World’s first Classical Music Dive Cruise in December 2007. As I write this Kirtley Leigh is setting off for New Zealand for a concert tour, the highlight of which is the premier performance of a Suite for violin and orchestra written for, and dedicated to, her by composer Ross Carey. Guests aboard Spoilsport will enjoy great diving during the day (and no pop music) at the Northern Great Barrier Reef , which is still Great, and live chamber music concerts in the evenings. All we have to do is find a crew. I lie. The crew I have already spoken to cannot wait, they are sick of Pop music too. Either that or they do not believe I can dive, and play Classical saxophone…Now where did I leave my dive knife? For more information email us. |
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