The world of music, particularly the realm of lighthearted whimsy, lost a shining star last week with the passing of Peter Schickele A Julliard-trained master with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a playful touch on his instrument, Peter was more than just a musician; he was a comedic bard, weaving laughter and musicality into a tapestry of pure joy.
His love for music bloomed early, nurtured by the hallowed halls of Juilliard where he honed his craft, eventually earning his Master's degree. But Peter's artistry wasn't confined to the concert hall. He embraced the whimsical spirit of PDQ Bach, the comedic composer, making audiences chuckle and tap their toes with his infectious performances.
His wit wasn't limited to his choice of repertoire. On stage, Peter was a charismatic jester, his anecdotes and asides as delightful as the music itself. He had a knack for finding humor in the mundane, transforming everyday observations into sidesplitting stories that endeared him to audiences young and old.
But Peter's legacy extends beyond the stage. His music, particularly his own composition, "My Bonny Lass Smelled," became a quirky anthem for those who embraced the unconventional and celebrated the absurd. It's a testament to his ability to capture the essence of human foibles and translate them into melodies that linger long after the last note has faded.
Peter Schickele was more than just a musician; he was a storyteller, a comedian, and a friend. He was a ray of sunshine in a world that often took itself too seriously. His laughter lives on in the echoes of his music, his humor in the smiles he conjured, and his spirit in the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to witness his magical blend of music and mirth.
"My bonny lass she smelleth"
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=nRHpnUTV1Nk&si=9qLcy0IxeJ0UB5Tv
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