We visited the concert of David Garrett. We love him.
The concert was Iconic. The program, of course, was made by the same person who made puppet cartoons*.
Marik likes him the most out of all of us. He liked everything.
As for me, there were too many dull compositions. It shouldn't be like that. Popular melodies are popular because everyone loves them.
In general, I think that if you are organizing a concert, you should do something that cannot be heard on the discs. You have the world's fastest Flight of the Bumblebee, and this is your first time in the country, for example. Play it! Do you have some witty arrangement of something? Play it! Damn it, really. Schumann’s dullness in a classical performance can be heard performed by any local symphony orchestra. I think the best violinist in the world shouldn't be wasted on this.
What can I say? My psychotypical brother plays very well. It’s like we do any work we put our minds to very well. It's a feature of our type. You usually don’t see what we do wrong, simply because we don’t show it to humanity. You have enough of your own shit, we think.
On a funny note, he played Greensleeves in this concert. This is one of our favorite songs. All phoebes like it. How it could be else? It is purely minstrel. And when he started playing it, I realized that he was much younger than I thought. Marik said after the concert that he had knew David was young, much younger than Rea Garvey (we are talking about mental age, of course).
After this song, he remained frozen for another minute and tried to return to himself.
In general, as I heard, we like the same moments. He feels this song the same way. But he can’t express it yet. That’s not how it should sound. There's a problem with it. There is not THAT performance. I took the best version from Gregorian into the playlist, but they perform in their own heavenly style. But that minstrel-pagan-fairytale version doesn’t exist. I mean the song, of course, with words. Yes, you can play the instrument just like that. Garrett will be able to do it someday. I just don’t know if it’s in this life. But no one has played it yet. There are good verisons - they played and sang. But the version as needed - no. Not yet.
And next to me sat such an emotional Italian with a bulgarian woman.
They spoke a nuclear surzhik of Italian, English and Bulgarian. The Italian was very impressed, very worried and emotional in all directions. I even thought maybe he was an acquaintance of his, kinda of trainer-teacher. He once raised his hand just like that, at the beginning of the second part, clearly - I’m here, I’m here! And the woman pulled him back all the time. And when he shouted wow-wow, she pulled him back. But they didn’t discuss anything that would make it clear who they were to him. They were just discussing what a good violinist he was.
Our seats were too high - we took them on purpose to try - to that some of his invited friends sit there. And our seats were the cheapest we had. Well, some strange people.
David finished excellently - with Bella, ciao.
Well, anyone who has read my book #Bottomless knows that with this song I now have my own personal, very beautiful experience that I did not hope to experience. And this is one of those moments that is “on the other hand” my being in the physical universe (in the sense of “on the other hand I saw...”).
And the story of the song is worthy.
Their stadium hall is scary. It’s somehow done there so that it’s easy to fall down. Right from above. Because the seats in the bottom row do not serve as a side for the top row. On the one hand, this is convenient, because no one’s head can block the stage. On the other hand, damn it... You could just fall and break both your neck and the people below. Technologies.
* As a child, I thought that puppet cartoons were made by complete hand-assed people, but like, you can’t fire them, so they are given some kind of work. Well, like, where should we put them? Apparently they didn't know how to do anything else. And they were sent to make cartoon for children. The children will endure everything. I was even then... Ugh… mmm… how it's called, when retarded ones go to gifted ones, and gifted ones have to die to boring, tolerating underdevelopment of them… oh! Inclusive.
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