This was a movie, Chinese I believe, about a father and a son, the son being a violin prodigy...

The two main pieces played are Bruch's Scottish Fantasy and Tchaikovsky's concerto in D Major (starting the Tchaikovsky one...)

I thought it was a great movie...

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Ironically, we live to die... life is inevitable, so we are either living, or we are dead, but where are we when we are dead? Maybe we aren't ever "dead".Life is a memory. Time is always moving, so there is no now, thus all life is, is just a memory.

By.....me...Although I'm sure some one thought of that before me...

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