Quote by Gustavo Dudamel
A friend gave me a CD of the Pathetique Symphony as a Christmas pr

A friend gave me a CD of the Pathetique Symphony as a Christmas present. I went home, and I put on the CD expecting to listen to Tchaikovsky. But it started ta ta ta taaa. It was too long for me. I didnt understand it at first, but then I fell in love, in love, in love. – Gustavo Dudamel

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