Day October 22, 2010
On the way to the Royal Albert Hall would also include the Science Museum, the Natural Sciences and the Victoria and Albert Museum, but also the university and the Royal College of Music, where they exit from the race crowds of young musicians.
sounds of violins and pianos we invest whenever the doors are wide open to their passage. Someone runs to the nearest entrance of the subway, someone else is lingering on the sidewalk talking with a friend with whom he had made an appointment, others start up the impressive staircase that leads to our concert hall built, as stated in the guide, in early nineteenth century, selling seats for 999 years.
What strikes me is the very air seems to have all the scientific: the 'impression (the same that I had already described with regard to immigrants) is the result of concrete possibilities for those talented who are committed and I feel sorry for those who Italians, worthy, they should strive without being able to go much further than because, trivially, they lack the facilities to study. O
professors able in institutional organizations.
or someone leaves you a little 'space to show what you can do first to criticize.
Or simply let someone who will not cut off for mature pure sport.
We go on light, it is Friday night and there is excitement in the air, as we do on Saturday. Is particularly acute in this part of the city, perhaps for the presence of students taking flight for the weekend, perhaps for the taxi that occasionally stop at the side entrance off leaving a new fan more ready to join the public from here to little dribs and drabs, invade the foyer and ticket office.
It 's always a magical moment, an atmosphere, that of expectation, observation, sharing a passion with those who, like you, they converge to enjoy the harmony of sounds. Or art. Or any subject of interest and of human ingenuity. The wonder is entering
much. Yes, I know, we have some beautiful concert halls and theaters of the marvelous, does not count. Every time is like entering a time and leave the sacred silence pervaded its walls, even if their vibrato and flutter in advance that you entered it there and continue to do so later. They know more than you. And this is absolutely fascinating. Listening
scraps of conversation, while his eyes wandering about the bizarre ceiling with "flying saucers" blue - the reflection of sound screens, I think, given the height of the room - noting how crowded and how many children are present.
And finally the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra makes its entrance, and its director, Josep Caballé-Domenech. The program is rich and varied, offers an approach that rarely happen to hear in Italy in the same concert: dall'ouverture of "The Barber of Seville" by Rossini, the "Scheherazade" by Rimsky-Korsakov through the second of Rachmaninoff's Piano and Orchestra.
Perhaps, Rossini lacks the "polish Italic", that spirit of playful, collegiate, sometimes serious, but always brilliant style that characterizes his entire Mediterranean. The beauty of music, though, is that since the sign up sheet blacks score, they do not say anything at all if read, it needs a party that turns them into meaning and interpreter who can not infuse his experience of individual performance . We
kidnapped by a superb John Lill, piano, and enjoy a virtuous first violin, in Scheherazade.
But perhaps it is sacrificed, in the enjoyment, the next execution date to Rachmaninoff, which in itself is pervasive. After all, were compared in the spirit of a troubled century, caught between two wars, the nineteenth century still romantic, if you let me spend the partial definition, and it's different sensitivities. But the magic of music can all go out and reborn, very happy, as this may seem trivial compared to a state of mind trip.
(Continued ...)
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