Coachman.

In the Autumn of 1984, I went alone to see a movie that changed my life ...

To win applause one must write stuff so simple that a coachman might sing it.

Mozart, from a 1782 letter to his father

After seeing Amadeus, I researched, listened, researched some more, ate rustic cheeses and drank wine out of dark green bottles while I listened.  Tapers lit my reading.  

Classical music was immediately stripped of its elitism and I fell in love with its ability to make my days simply magical -- more truthful, more beautiful, more good.  It could be invigorating, calming, and sentimental (thanks, Mum); suitable for cooking, studying, driving, reading, partying, working, being outside ...

The scene above has always struck me as a vision of happiness. I would have been in that audience.  The coachman in me will be forever grateful.