Un concerto di una orchestra di 18 elementi che suona Mendelsshon e Mozart in provincia è difficile da vedere quanto un capello sulla testa di Mister B.. Così, malgrado una serata di pioggia, il Festival di San Remo e mi dicono una partita di calcio at the same time, hundreds of people have found something better to do than go out, embarking on a car for a few miles of road (in the province are unbridgeable distances without private means!), drenched in the down and enjoy the modest price of 10 € an hour and a half of a concert by an orchestra of young elements from the Milan Conservatory. Miracles of nature!
Live music is another thing, the more the classic chamber. I'm not a musician, but I appreciate and understand music so much that his language is perhaps one of the few things that still makes me shudder and sometimes tears.
son of a musician (converted from band teacher to another profession more prosaic) I always listened to music at home: my father played the piano and when he returned from work often goes to her Bluthner and sang opera arias or Chopin's Nocturnes, going even to the sheet music of those years, the San Remo ('60-'70) and a cello when I see now I remember what he has held for many years in a corner of the living room one day and then (reluctantly, I think) decided to sell it for storage. The cello is a very demanding and requires constant practice and constant, and my father had left him almost immediately after the first conservatory to the war and then to the short time allowed him the job.
The cello is a beautiful instrument as voice and viola are the tools that I love most. Violinists are always a bit 'nervous with the tool in his hand that seems skimpy that escape from under the fingers at any moment. Those who play the viola and cello are more Paciosi, less tense, prone to belly and a smile. Then that sound is coming from there: warm, enveloping, with no points and screams and the sound, takes your hand and you seem to get away in a green meadow full of daisies.
As a boy my father had made me appreciate the great cellist Pablo Casals called, best known for his version of the Suites for solo cello by Johann Sebastian Bach and then his pupil Mstislav Rostropovich who could bring out sonority of the instrument at the same time powerful and vibrant. Today it is still a thrill to hear them.
Live music is another thing, the more the classic chamber. I'm not a musician, but I appreciate and understand music so much that his language is perhaps one of the few things that still makes me shudder and sometimes tears.
son of a musician (converted from band teacher to another profession more prosaic) I always listened to music at home: my father played the piano and when he returned from work often goes to her Bluthner and sang opera arias or Chopin's Nocturnes, going even to the sheet music of those years, the San Remo ('60-'70) and a cello when I see now I remember what he has held for many years in a corner of the living room one day and then (reluctantly, I think) decided to sell it for storage. The cello is a very demanding and requires constant practice and constant, and my father had left him almost immediately after the first conservatory to the war and then to the short time allowed him the job.
The cello is a beautiful instrument as voice and viola are the tools that I love most. Violinists are always a bit 'nervous with the tool in his hand that seems skimpy that escape from under the fingers at any moment. Those who play the viola and cello are more Paciosi, less tense, prone to belly and a smile. Then that sound is coming from there: warm, enveloping, with no points and screams and the sound, takes your hand and you seem to get away in a green meadow full of daisies.
As a boy my father had made me appreciate the great cellist Pablo Casals called, best known for his version of the Suites for solo cello by Johann Sebastian Bach and then his pupil Mstislav Rostropovich who could bring out sonority of the instrument at the same time powerful and vibrant. Today it is still a thrill to hear them.
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