MY WAY
MY WAY
Being a young man starting your life with your wife. Working hard to provide for your family while maintaining your dream of your own orchestra. And not just any orchestra, but one that will travel the world bringing joy and happiness to millions if not billions of people. It must be difficult to keep this dream alive when you are forced to contemplate a second job so you will not live 'paycheck to paycheck' as the money earned from a place as a violinist with someone else's orchestra is not enough to make gains, but enough for daily living.
Perhaps this young man might think about opening a Pizzeria, again, to better provide for his young and growing family. Yet he cannot leave music behind. His love for music is too great, his dream too big and his determination too strong.
This same determination allows our young man to overcome the hardships, the knocking on doors trying to find someone to allow him to create his first recording in their studio. The hardship of hearing extreme negativity from many people, naysayer's who do not share his dream, but rather want to crush it with their own failures. Hearing everyday from people who told our young man that "Classical Music is dead, there is no market or audience for it".
Our young man develops his dream, he fights for it, he shares it with us, and now after all the hard work, he does not stop. He still works hard and is able to deliver to us outstanding performances, CDs produced in his own studio and concerts of his dreams! All there to share with us, the world.
This is an ARTIST to be thanked. For sharing his dream, for his hard work, his diligence in the face of adversary. And most of all, this ARTIST should be thanked for allowing us in on his dream. Allowing us to hear and see all that he can offer.
Yet today, there are still naysayer's. Some masquerading as fans, some calling themselves purists. A rose by any other name......
I will not be part of the naysayer's. I will not be part of any evil that wishes to stop this man's dreams. I will not be pompous or egotistical and think I should tell this young man what his dreams can be or how he can bring these dreams to life.
I will continue as I always have, to enjoy the dream, to be thankful of being allowed to share this dream, to see the dream, hear the dream.
There is no secret as to the emotion when
Andre Rieu plays 'My Way'.
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this;
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this;
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
Who would deny Andre this smile?
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