
April 30th, Taurus, Pig in Chinese
Die kleine Hexe, Der Kater Konstantin, anything by Dr. Seuss.
Peaches
I was born and raised in Austria. This of course means that I ran around singing to the hills from an early age. Okay, I am exaggerating. What’s true though, is that music was with me from the beginning. I remember causing trouble in some sort of pre-kindergarten music class and later in piano lessons. And watching the Magic Flute piled up on my Mom’s knees.
Other things didn’t go so well for me when I was a kid. When you are from Austria, you are supposed to be a real good skier. I have proof that I tried: photos of me with tiny skies between the legs of my Mom... But I somehow could never handle the speed thing. Now, with driving, that’s a different story...
I loved Bach, Beethoven, Haendel. Carmina Burana was a favorite, and Dvorak. My first record was actually a cassette. My grandfather (who was a conductor of the town orchestra) gave it to me. It had a Bach Brandenburg Concerto on it. I remember piling up all my stuffed animals like an orchestra on my bed, putting on the tape and ‘conducting’ them. Wish I had a photo of that!

