nordic soundscape
I step outside and my first major sense is cold
the next major sense is a sound coming from the distance, the saxophone, playing Tequila by The Champs
I see the Eye, I see Big Ben, I pass a sign that says WATERLOO
“sometimes I feel like it can’t be real, somehow, for you to love me” loudly whispers a person snuggling up tightly to another person they believes might break up with them based on nothing other than their own insecurity (which they blame their perfectionist parents for). they both begin to speak sweet nothings and kiss each other in between making up stories of one being a German spy conducting espionage (sprechen sie deutsch) on the other because they used to work near the French Embassy… finally, they got off.
sometimes I feel like it can’t be real, somehow, for you to love me
this is the one thing I cared about while enduring their unabashed pda
earlier that evening…
WENNÄKOSKI Flounce
LINDBERG Viola Concerto
SIBELIUS Symphony No. 1
Esa-Pekka Salonen - conductor
Lawrence Power - viola
After Magnus Lindberg’s Viola Concerto was applause. After Salonen applauded the musicians he turned to the crowed, he appeared to be clapping directly at someone in the audience, of course, Lindberg … the composer passed by me from the right isle, smiling from ear to ear and gave the conductor and viola a warm hug and we continued rounds of applause while they faced us embracing his colleagues, the water in his vessel, from which we drank.
At some moments, I felt as though I being pulled down a hill and having to frequently catch myself, like rapids, how smooth and quite can quickly turn violent roars, so many rocks and pebbles tossing in and ripples waving through my body…
I couldn’t help but think of war sometimes, the persistence and tenacity one must have to proceed with war and inevitable deaths, over and over again, until Power is secured. And in this composition, I felt there was a exertion of a type of war, with Being, which makes me think of the primordial, our indisputable composition (besides carbon and the stars), water… and almost as if the god of water is speaking in whispers we are pulled along it’s repetitive odyssey…
Sudden, unexpected happenings and the will-power to keep going
Everyone wore different shoes
and the harp play was barefoot, heels tucked under her chair. my eyes were floor level. I tried to look to spot the uniqueness of everyone’s violins and violas (since I was closest to that section). Power’s bow was wearing away quickly (he had to tear off a couple strings from his bow in the middle of the piece)
wearing away quickly, like a stream carving a canyon, and our gift was that we could watch this weathering unfold in the matter of 23 minutes.
If you listened to it as well, but couldn’t figure out where we were, maybe, you just need to look down.
for details of this past event, please refer to the Philharmonia’s website here
for the music now -> YouTube// Lawrence Power · The Finnish Radio Symphony Orchestra · Nicholas Collon · Magnus Lindberg. Magnus Lindberg: Viola Concerto, Absence & Serenades here
ps I love norse mythology… and I was wondering why was I linking water and war together? And then I remembered, Ymir, the first giant who created Oden and his brothers underneath it’s armpit, and whose offspring (the gods) killed him in order to create earth and the other realms. Ymir’s blood formed the oceans, the rivers, the streams
