Yesterday as I returned from a nice day out, I had – as is my wont of a Sunday -switched the radio to Classic FM, and by Jove I’m glad I did. We were nearly home when an absolutely gorgeous piece of music came on, and so captivated were we that we simply had to know the composer.
It transpired to be one Max Richter, and I wholly recommend you buy any or all of his four albums immediately.
Music so achingly beautiful it actually hurts to listen to it, and I mean that in a good way. Honest.
–c.