silent melody

Chapter 13 [Outside Story] Albinoni in Dresden II 01

association. Second half of the 20th century.

The light and shadow of the patterns on the curtains are projected onto the double-row keyboard of the harpsichord in the small study.Backlit violinist and harpsichord player.When everything started after acquiescing, the melody quickly came to the impromptu link from the sheet music. After a cadenza, the violin stopped abruptly.

"You like this: when I just hope to provide string accompaniment to your keyboard melody, you quickly give up the lead to me and play the part of the continuation bass..." Vivaldi put down the piano, and he He complained a little about his dissatisfaction.

"I'm just expressing my respect, seniors don't mind..." The guilt and nervous expression on Mr. Bach's always rigorous and serious face seemed uncoordinated and a bit funny, but he was serious.

"I...I don't mind at all," Vivaldi said uneasily, "but from the time we started contacting you, you have always respected me so much that it seems self-deprecating... playing with you, my self-awareness and my The duality of rationality tells me: my solo violin, string accompaniment, and keyboard instrument providing basic chords, all three can provide an acoustic effect that you can do with a keyboard solo and be perfectly competent..."

An awkward silence.After a while, the priest who hesitated again and again finally confided in his heart, "You have to know that when you were young, you were already facing the works of my creative peak... and I have inevitably grown old. I have let you down ...I am no match for your mentor. Let us discuss music as equals."

Bach's hand slid across the keys, striking an Am chord quickly.During his time at the association, he devoted himself to discovering the works of Italian predecessors whom he respected. When living scholars unearthed manuscripts in Dresden or Turin, he was overjoyed and went to check them himself.But following the path of his predecessors, when this student came to the works of the teacher in his later years, he was only more disappointed besides the accidental surprise and touch as before.Even in the early years, when he adapted the works of his predecessors, when his finished work was full of praise from everyone in Weimar's orchestra, he felt a deep uneasiness besides happiness, that he should thus reach or even exceed his admiration. The height of the predecessors.

Bach looked up at Vivaldi, who was sitting sideways in front of him, hunched slightly frustrated; this posture made Vivaldi look even more petite and helpless.Perhaps, on that spring day in 1950, when Bach discovered that the tall and warm senior in his mind was actually just a weak and uneasy long-term sick person, his sadness not only came from the gap between the imagination and reality of the appearance of the senior, but also It comes from his high expectations for the music of his predecessors and the final gap.

But people age, even the red-haired priest who is known for his energy.Although his self-esteem made him unable to stop, physical and mental exhaustion made his late work of uneven quality.When Bach was moved by the soft viola and lute double concerto that the red-haired priest gave in the farewell concert of the Mercy Orphanage in 1740, he had to admit many works left by his predecessors in Dresden, among which the complex The structure is nothing more than a cover for exhausted musical inspiration.

Bach held Vivaldi's cold little hand. The priest's fingers were no longer comfortable due to thick calluses from long-term violin practice. "Senior, today I don't want to talk about these: continuo, counterpoint, fugue, texture, passages."

"Then talk about myself as a human being..." Vivaldi looked abnormally depressed, buried his head deeply in his warm pale blond curls, "Don't those musicologists also think that a composer and his My own music, the personality of the former and the style of the latter are actually not closely related... During the 8 years you have been with me, you may have discovered that I am just an ordinary priest who likes to be sick and anxious about money, not A passionate, lively and active romantic artist."

It was around this time that Bach suddenly discovered that Vivaldi’s reply to Limbo in the past, and those descriptions of himself and Limbo’s situation were all fabricated to comfort him.Lin Bo's long years of torment, he used his usual flamboyant and ostentatious cover, even at the tiresome haughty gesture.Personally, he was just Antonio Lucio, the son of a poor barber.

"My music and my personality have disappointed you. You hoped that I was a red-haired priest who is famous in Europe, but when you saw me, I was exiled from the church, and I didn't even have red hair." Vival Di's aggrieved expression, coupled with his light curly hair and beige coat, made him look like a little sheep wet by rain.

"Don't...don't say that," Bach felt a little at a loss when he got anxious, not to mention comforting his beloved senior, "I don't mind the color of your hair, the priest with red hair, the priest with yellow hair, the priest with green hair, whatever... ..." He wanted to pat Vivaldi on the back, but ended up like a clumsy black bear knocking down a limp lamb with its paw.

"That..." Bach stammered, "I have also disappointed seniors. You originally hoped that I would be neat and tidy...at least slender...at least like your Dresden student Pissendale... But I'm old and fat, and I'm sorry for my looks... I scared you that day, I'm sorry..."

"You...how did you know..." Vivaldi blushed.

"George (Telemann) told me...you don't mind, he didn't mean anything..." Bach wanted to explain quickly, but his tongue was obviously tied, "—prede...predecessor, otherwise let's continue discussing music. "

"But your hands are still on my back..." Vivaldi hesitated softly.

"Oh, oh! Is it..." Bach hastily withdrew his hand from Vivaldi (his back is so soft and comfortable that this movement is so natural), "I... Senior, I would like to ask, have you already Are you allowed to enter the world?"

"Yes……"

"The harpsichords here at the Guild are made in France and are therefore much lighter than the German ones... I'm at home in Weimar today - that's the residence of my eldest son, who doesn't like living in the Guild - There are three old German harpsichords, and I hope to use them to present my works to you..."

"If you want me to come to your house for a short stay, just say it..." Vivaldi lowered his head and said shyly, "Don't keep trying to please me with the way you please your wives... write one for me Harpsichord repertoire, little pieces dedicated to Antonio, etc... I will compete with you without hesitation..."

Bach, who was debunked, was very embarrassed, "Then you..."

The house doorbell rang.

Leibniz came to this branch of the German Pavilion.

"Hello, Mr. Bach, I'm sorry to disturb your life." Seeing Bach coming from the study to the hall, Leibniz said, "You are indeed at home. I will go to Linbo tomorrow and would like to ask you what letters you will entrust I carried it."

"Mr. Curator, thank you for thinking about me, but I don't have any letters that I need to entrust you to carry this time. I'm very sorry-do you need to pass them on your behalf?" Bach turned his head, and Vivaldi also walked out of the study. out.

"Mr. Vivaldi is here too," Leibniz said.He looked a little embarrassed and... enlightened.

Vivaldi looked at Leibniz, and he suddenly remembered the past when Goldoni came to his home to revise the script and found that Anna Quilo was there... But that was not the case (Goldoni later said The priest lived with his female student), just like the current matter is not what Leibniz thought (you can probably guess what Leibniz thought), but why did the atmosphere and plot trend at that time and now all so close...

"Yes (Vivaldi then wondered what the hell he was...)" said Vivaldi, pulling out a letter from the inside of his coat, "I hope Mr. The letter is forwarded to Monsieur Albinoni of Limber's Little Italian Orchestra."

"Don't worry. I'll have to check with my annoying physics-math colleague (the dear Mr. Isaac Newton, of course) about the progress of the Limber electrification project," said Leibniz, looking again at Vi Valdi.Although not handsome, but also cute and likable. "—Mr. Bach, I wish you a happy life. Farewell."

Now even Bach felt Leibniz's misunderstanding... But at this moment, Vivaldi's mind was already on the letter he handed over.

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Quantz/Quantz once said that Vivaldi tried to fill half of the entire earth with his concertos, but seeing the current situation, he would probably say that the other half of the earth will be his letters (of course it does not rule out that the letters in these letters There may be many concertos).

Every time the association's emissary came, it was accompanied by a letter sent to Albinoni, and the sender could only be Vivaldi.The contents of these letters are so trivial that people can’t look directly at them, but considering the fact that even in the letters to the Marquis and others, Vivaldi couldn’t control himself and started nagging about the rent, this is actually a normal situation; Of course, the main purpose of the letter was to inform Lin Bo's friend of the latest situation in the music world, and the focus was particularly on the revival of Italian music in the Baroque period.Despite these messages of encouragement or comfort to his friends, Albinoni is still keen to read these letters, and will try his best to choose a few letters to reply.

"What! John Sebastian is 'similar in size and appearance to a walrus'... Don't be sad Antonio, although my hopes are dashed too! Do you remember what we said about molesting when we get out of Limber Uh, mentoring our German juniors? (You must say that I am joking again, please God forgive me!) How did your good student Pissendale never tell us! He is the only one of us People who met John Sebastian in human times! One day you will have to teach him a lesson! But don’t be surprised, I am now looking forward to meeting this German junior, and I look forward to one day I can join your group In the fun!"

In addition, I still want to persuade my friends again,

"Please stop stubbornly waiting for me to go to Venice together. Are you sure you can wait for me before Venice sinks? Antonio, go ahead and don't wait for Tommaso! As I said at the end of the concert that day, When you arrive in Venice, no matter where I am, whether I exist or not, do not mourn, for my arrival means my arrival."

The author has something to say:

Don't be misled by the "Albinoni in Dresden II" in the title. As you can see, this episode is probably about the little red hair talking about falling in love with Fat He and calling Albinoni to come and play together Unlucky story... [Super heavy fog] As for Gia Soto in Dresden, don't worry, he will definitely appear again!

Leibniz visited Bach and found that Vivaldi was also at home, and then there was a misunderstanding. If you compare the plot of Goldoni’s description in history that he came to Vivaldi’s home to revise the opera script and then found that Anakilo was also there It will be very interesting to read the story...Of course, perhaps what the little red hair in the novel thought of at that moment was that he who raised female students back then can only be taken care of by a German walrus [Super Mistake] [Quick Apology]