From a very early age Christopher P. Sly enjoyed music. From baroque to modern, he adored it all although he couldn’t get his head to accept most opera (I can’t imagine that a lot of children can). He would often go down to the local library on my own and pull out books on music to hold and marvel at the sight of all the notes dotted around on the pages, wondering what beautiful sounds they made. He didn’t understand them, but they looked and felt good! A librarian came up to him one day and asked him what he was doing, being as the children’s section was on the other side of the building. He said that he was waiting for his mother and skipped off to the children’s section (he was 10 years old). He carried on like this for some time and became quite well known!

His mother once asked him, “Why are you listening to that sort of music? You know that it’s for rich people, don’t you? What’s the matter with The Bay City Rollers?” The Bay City Rollers? Ahhhhh!

His friends would never have understood, so he kept his passion for music a secret!

At school he had a music master that was so layed back and easy, the whole class would mess around freely and the master would often just sit at his desk doing nothing. Christopher was so frustrated with this man, screaming inside for him to take control, but he never did! Christopher was so desperate to learn and couldn’t tell anyone for fear of ridicule. His only out, was when he became a choir boy and, singing like a lark, he soon came to the front! He would tell his friends that he was only doing it for the wine and his friends thought he was mad but brilliant. Singing and getting respect for it! How wonderful!

He eventually decided to teach himself music and through the years he got better and better and picked up assignment sheets in music classes (secretly). The music teacher must have known his predicament and would stop him in the school halls to chat about it. At first he thought Christopher was trying to fool him and asked him where he had taken his answers and composition from. The teacher eventually came to believe him and once, as Christopher was going off to lunch and passing the music room, he heard the teacher playing a melody of his on the piano. Christopher bent down quickly, pretending to tie his shoelace and, as he listened, he began to cry! He had only heard my music in his head before! “My god what was happening to me?” he thought!

He continued to excel through the years and was able to take his A-level exams at a really young age. He then went on to university where his strong and outspoken views went down like a lead balloon to most (“Dammed conformists!” he would say.)

To date, he has written 86 full Symphonies, several Operas and Operettas and many more compositions as well.

He continues to make compositions in his head, and this is why it doesn’t take him long to write them down, they are already finished you see! He can see the full orchestra as if they are really there but all faces are blank (no face at all). The performances they perform together are so magical. If he never knows any such thing in reality, then at least he can die smiling, knowing that he has experienced it in his head, a reality in his world!

He also spent too long in his life following the correct form or format in music until he threw down the guntlet and said “No more!” He tends to do what pleases him now!

He sees the music, He feels the music, He is the music!