This was an amazing story transposing our intrepid crew to another time and place. [Which BTW I find fascinating, seeing how SGA can fit so fluidly into the most unusual scenarios.] But, OMG, the way you describe the slightly scandalous nature of having a woman perform as a soloist reminds me of the narrow-mindedness of organizations such as the Vienna Philharmonic. Not to mention the presumption/assumption that, if the music produced between a man and woman is passionate, there must be an indiscreet relationship (!!!!!) between them.
I was thrilled to see how Rodney would re-engineer a piano to respond to his exacting control over it. And I had to giggle, because there just happened to be one concert I played when I snapped the E string on my violin (and had to do an awful lot of stratospheric climbing on the A string to compensate). So it was very visceral to have those old wires defying Rodney.
There is something so revealing that music ought to be honest each time; obviously not something a by-the-book conductor would admire (and would actually be threatened by).
Thank you for the highly visual and aural adventure that has left me completely satisfied!
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Date: 2009-12-21 01:05 pm (UTC)Louder.
More.
Ohhhhhh, yes! Three words that just ARE Rodney.
This was an amazing story transposing our intrepid crew to another time and place. [Which BTW I find fascinating, seeing how SGA can fit so fluidly into the most unusual scenarios.] But, OMG, the way you describe the slightly scandalous nature of having a woman perform as a soloist reminds me of the narrow-mindedness of organizations such as the Vienna Philharmonic. Not to mention the presumption/assumption that, if the music produced between a man and woman is passionate, there must be an indiscreet relationship (!!!!!) between them.
I was thrilled to see how Rodney would re-engineer a piano to respond to his exacting control over it. And I had to giggle, because there just happened to be one concert I played when I snapped the E string on my violin (and had to do an awful lot of stratospheric climbing on the A string to compensate). So it was very visceral to have those old wires defying Rodney.
There is something so revealing that music ought to be honest each time; obviously not something a by-the-book conductor would admire (and would actually be threatened by).
Thank you for the highly visual and aural adventure that has left me completely satisfied!