I’m so glad my dad recognized these melodies in last night’s Olympics opening ceremony, if you want to hear them again. That’s what I was kind of longing for, a hunger for that dimension.
“TCHAIKOVKY SLEEPING BEAUTY
STRAVINSKY FIREBIRD
KHACHATURIAN GAYNE BALLET
BORODIN POLOVTSIAN DANCES
STRAVINSKY RITE OF SPRING.”
He has a pretty sharp brain at age 92, and I’m so proud of him: it’s all that exercise that keeps his circulation up.