The Berlin Philharmonic (cond. Simon Rattle) was playing in Davies Hall this weekend (Wagner, Shoenberg, Brahms)! They were incredible. Clean without having wiped away any poetry. And all the men in tails with every shoe pristinely polished. It was the same feeling of insulated perfection I get in some chocolatiers & patisseries, but elevated to the sublime
I remember attending a performance of Carmen Fantasy by an exceptionally terrible
(Herr Johann scalded his tongue rushing to finish tea at end of intermission)
orchestra last winter (some charity benefit, though I wondered if the actual charity was to offer the orchestra an audience). It was like a realist painter, entirely due to his own ineptitude, creating something of impressionism. I tend to get disproportionately upset by things like that (like when I see a nice clothing design made with poor fabric). I think it's because I think if one decides to endeavor in some creation then they should strive for perfection or not at all.
Then I thought about my own dilettantism in dance, music (and this site), and the joy it brings me. I realized I was not recognizing the joy of creating, differentiated from creation.
..so awful orchestra and cheap clothing, you're okay, I guess. BUT, the Berlin Phil's prom queen, buddha & jesus combined.
..so awful orchestra and cheap clothing, you're okay, I guess. BUT, the Berlin Phil's prom queen, buddha & jesus combined.
divine in creating and creation.
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