Bach Prelude B Flat Major, What was I thinking?
As a boy growing up in Kenora, I practiced piano every morning at home, at the same time: 6:00 AM. I played and recorded this rendition of Bach’s Prelude over 45 years ago, in 1973, at that very early hour. Right below my parent’s bedroom. The fact that they didn’t throw me out into the snow is yet another proof of their unconditional love. I borrowed a reel-to-reel tape deck from school for the recording. It was a bulky machine with two large wheels of magnetic tape that spun in tandem like twin carousels. Thinking about that tech dinosaur brings back fond memories of analog days gone by. As does the music itself, which I love for its fast tempo and repetitive rhythms.