I love Wii music. mostly because Joseph enjoys it so much. It is the perfect marriage of video games and composing music, and he is saying that he is a bad boy because his mii character is crying. This happens when he performs poorly. It really entertains me and the ids ove to do what they see mommy and daddy doing. Joe really thinks that he is that good, too so it instructs but makes self confidence stronger, a bit like pentatonic keyboards for kids, no matter what note they play they will sound good, which isn't really how it is, but I like how they are able to "sense and reflect" for themselves and not just be taught what works, then they mostly learn what I value and that if they do what I do they will sound like me, but sooner or later I'm going to die, and I am so happy that they are expiramenting and concluding on their own thus they can discover their own voice, not a copy of someone else. Now sometimes we just happen to be like someone else on accident, like the time I thought of the theory of relativity and was so excited, but when I started explaining it, someone laughed at me and assumed that I had been reading some book about it. It's all been done, so chances are my original thoughts and feelings are only new to me, but like Soft determinism just because someone knows it doesn't make your discovery any less significant.
This morning I remembered what I intended to say here, it was how watching Joseph play on wii music triggred a kind of maternal response, dare I call it love. And people accused Vivaldi of loving his pupil, but he denied it fully, I suppose people always delight in uncovering scandal, and if he were really in love, he wuld not deny it. duh!
I instantly thought of how Vivaldi used his incredible skill to create such a feeling in others who visited the orphanage. Maybe you don't know all about this Red Bearded concerto grosso.composer, so I'll expound.
Antonio Vivaldi who worked in an orphanage and had the title of "The Red Preist". Have you seen "Nacho Nibre"? His life was thought of when I saw this film. Anyway, the brilliant man wrote orchestral pieces that were easy enough to be accompanied by almost anyone that showcased a few gifted players, then the chldren played his music from behind a sheet and listeners were potential adopters who heard the fantastic music which enticed them to want to adopt. Pretty cool, huh?
Ok, this is a segue to the most interesting point of his past. He was dedicated to the preisthood by his mother in turn for his life it is rumored, but most interesting is that his uncanny popularity was never known in his life time. But, just because those who lived when he did did not appreciate his works, it did not stop him from persuing this as a passion. There is barely a soul alive today who cannot sing along with the four seasons, and we think of him as such an outstanding or glamorous composer, but I suspect with no fame there was no money. Besides, his compositions were not fueled by a lust for cash or esteem, but love of children. Awwwww!
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