Children's Scenes

I'm a baby not yet one year old, and I'm in the living room, pulling out a tissue and playing by myself.

It's an ordinary scene that could have been captured on the 8mm video that was popular at the time.

Erik Satie's music plays in the background.

I've probably seen it a few times since I was old enough to understand.
The image of my parents' gaze lingers deep in my heart as a symbol of a vague, fluffy happiness.

Perhaps for this reason, when I listen to Satie's music, it somehow brings back memories.

When I entered elementary school, I became a bookworm and became addicted to reading every book in the library.
I looked forward to recess and after school, and truly looked forward to the bell ringing.

Among them, I found a book that featured Sati.

He was a mischievous, eccentric person who loved to excite people.

The song titles are a total mess.

Even when he died, there was apparently a jack-in-the-box-like device set up to trap him when he was discovered.

I like it more and more.

The book described a song whose title I didn't know.

A waltz titled "Golden Dust".

The clue alone was enough to fascinate me, with its enticing title, and my imagination ran wild.

Nowadays, we can easily search for things that interest us and instantly receive the information we want, but
At that time, the only way I knew to find out was to ask people or look it up in books.
One day, I had an idea to play the song at a piano recital that I was taking lessons at the time.
I was an incredibly lazy student, and I was fed up with my poor playing skills, reluctantly playing the songs the teacher had chosen for me.
As soon as I started to "choose for myself", I strangely felt motivated.
How simple it really is.
In this way, he is able to obtain the sheet music and succeeds in hearing gold dust in the form of the teacher's demonstration.
The audio had been adjusted to an easy level for children, so it was a long, long time before I got to hear the actual version.
Still, I remember feeling incredibly happy that I had pursued my curiosity in my own way.

Much later, I learned that Satie called his own compositions "furniture music."
I think there are various ways to interpret it,
Music that is there like furniture but does not interfere with daily life, music that is not listened to consciously.

At that time I was majoring in textiles at university and was weaving carpets.
There was only one person making such things,
While I was impressed by the people around me who were competing with each other to create unique things, I was interested in becoming a part of the everyday scenery.
Even if you don't think about it at the time, after a long time has passed it will unconsciously slip into the depths of your memory, in the corner of the scenery.

When I traced it back, the dots connected and I realized that maybe I've been stubborn since I was a child and never changed.
Although it may seem squiggly, when you look back, the love you feel is consistent.
I often feel down and wonder what I am doing,
It's you who makes it difficult,
I'm starting to think that I should simply immerse myself in what I like.

And the sensation of being able to recall something from a sound, smell, or even a glimpse of scenery is very important to me.
I believe that these feelings, which can only emerge from a person's environment and upbringing, are irreplaceable.

Saori Konishi