A legendary clarinettist. Almost 90 years old. Helped into the room and onto his chair, wearing a bright red jacket and red lacquer shoes reflecting the light in the dim concert hall. He played new music that had just been composed for him. He prefaced every piece with his thoughts on life. A very personal concert. A man of almost 90 speaking through his music about things that matter. He told us about war, about the sound of bombs. He talked about peace and uniting people through music. He said his music is a prayer to him. That every moment is a prayer to him. How would you live if every moment was a prayer to you? What would you do if you knew you would still be doing it at the age of 90? In shiny red lacquer shoes.
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