Posted on Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Laura, Jo, and I went to a concert. Have you ever noticed the man with the cymbals? He is so funny, especially when he tries to still the excited cymbal: he hugs it to him in a frightened manner as if trying to hush a naughty baby. My thoughts turned to the cymbal player this afternoon. I wondered how one knew that one had a genius for cymbals—as a child, I mean. Do you think as a child he clashed kettle tops together, or as a waiter, in a hotel tried his hand at clapping soup tureen covers against plates? And where does he practice! Can you see him clashing those disks all alone by the hour in the bathtub?
Anne Morrow Lindbergh, in a letter to her sister Constance, October 14, 1928
