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I loved the March of the Penguins soundtrack.
I feel like if Boston turned into Celebration, Florida, and installed speakers that played the same music EVERYWHERE, 'The March' from the soundtrack should be played 24/7 during winter. Everytime I hear that bassoon solo near the beginning, I almost tear up (read: perhaps I did tear up once, but now we're good).
Maybe I should start bassoon up again this year. It's very surreal that music in our family seemed to fade after last year. It's as though my mom carried the inspiration within her for all of us. I don't know what it'd be like to play again. So, instead, I honk around on my guitar, until I feel ready to tackle the orchestra once more.
I feel like if Boston turned into Celebration, Florida, and installed speakers that played the same music EVERYWHERE, 'The March' from the soundtrack should be played 24/7 during winter. Everytime I hear that bassoon solo near the beginning, I almost tear up (read: perhaps I did tear up once, but now we're good).
Maybe I should start bassoon up again this year. It's very surreal that music in our family seemed to fade after last year. It's as though my mom carried the inspiration within her for all of us. I don't know what it'd be like to play again. So, instead, I honk around on my guitar, until I feel ready to tackle the orchestra once more.