Introduction Last night, I was watching Anatomy of a Fall. During the film’s first minutes, we hear someone playing the piano entirely out of tempo. As soon as the movie develops, the piano gets brighter, funnier, and even with a message. The player is learning, and the piano becomes an...
Introduction As a child, I have read many stories, delving into everything from geography to Spanish literature, crime novels, and global history books. Each day, before or after school, I'd go to the local library, eagerly choosing the books that would be my companions for the week. A few years...
Last night, I was watching Anatomy of a Fall.
During the film’s first minutes, we hear someone playing the piano entirely out of tempo.
As soon as the movie develops, the piano gets brighter, funnier, and even with a message.
The player is learning, and the piano becomes an instrument where this character can talk with the audience.
He hit the wrong notes, of course, but also he was dragging the keys to be an utterly unarranged set of notes.
In the end, as Debussy said, music is the space between notes or “silence.”
When I started playing the piano (or at least learning to play the piano), each key had a meaning, and after playing the wrong... (read 461 more words →)
As a child, I have read many stories, delving into everything from geography to Spanish literature, crime novels, and global history books. Each day, before or after school, I'd go to the local library, eagerly choosing the books that would be my companions for the week.
A few years into this routine, I transitioned to a Kindle, lured by the prospect of accessing a world of books at my fingertips. Yet, unexpectedly, I found myself reading less.
Despite having the world at my hands, I didn’t have restrictions. Everything was as free as I could have wanted.
Each morning during my childhood, I'd rush over to my friend’s house, where a computer, a fascinating device... (read 964 more words →)