Baroque Notes: Flowers and Duets

If anyone ignores the vague similarities commonly used in your instrumental works—maybe I don’t have to mention your "Table Music" and Handel's "Show If there is a similarity in the texture of the Ridonello in The Queen of Ba, because there are too many such examples-then he ignores one of the greatest pure friendships in the history of music. "

"Thank you, Antonio," Telemann said, "If the friendship that exists in our music belongs to the world, the friendship that exists in the grass and trees belongs only to the two of us, even though we haven't seen each other for many years..."

"Philip, how long are you going to talk about? The German walrus and I came back for two hours, and then we made lunch... now the food is going to be cold!" Suddenly the door was shaken open by an angry shout .In came Handel in his apron.

The red-eyed Telemann and Vivaldi, who hadn't recovered at all, were still sitting stupidly behind the cash register of the souvenir shop in the Telemann Burger Memorial.

"British walruses don't roar." Bach came over, and he tried to enter the room, but the narrow door (and the overweight Handel) stuck him in the doorway, "It's already two o'clock in the afternoon. I guess you are hungry too. Let's chat after dinner. You still have more than two weeks to chat."

Telemann looked at Handel, who was hungry enough, then at Bach, who was helpless, and then at Vivaldi, who was moved by his narration and was a little delirious. After thinking about it, he remembered that this was not 1761. burgers, otherwise they would all be dead.No, Telemann thought again, what is the truth? He died 256 years ago in the upstairs bedroom of this house - the one that Antonio and Sebastian will be occupying tonight.So Antonio should feel creepy.But it's not right, if this is the case, then Antonio and Sebastian should have been scared away when they opened the door this morning.It doesn't seem right, shouldn't it be that he opened the door and found two people who died more than ten years earlier than himself appeared at the door...?No, it doesn't seem quite right, why doesn't the beginning of the scare go back to when Antonio went from Venice to Leipzig last week to meet Sebastian? Shouldn't Mr. Bach say: "Oh! Mr. Vivaldi! You are not dead Is it more than 9 years..."

Immortal Food Wine

2011, Telemann Memorial Hall, Peterstrasse 39, Hamburg, Germany.

When Telemann and Vivaldi finally sat down at the table, "impressed" by the uniqueness of the typical British food on the table, the two finally recovered from the sentimental 18th century nostalgia.

Probably everyone who has read Handel's biography will remember an anecdote about this "big bear" composer (Romain Rolland): "Handel came to the restaurant, ordered three dishes, and the waiter only served one. It was not served, so Handel asked the waiter why. The waiter said that he had to wait for Handel's two guests to arrive before serving the dishes, but Handel replied that the three dishes were for him alone." Now both Bach and Vivaldi were ready and determined to witness Handel's feat of three.Sure enough, Handel dug three fish and chips, three Jelliedeels, and three Stargazy Pie out of the pan.Just when the two distant guests were convinced they were about to see the hulking glutton gobble up, Handel shared a third of the plate with Telemann.

Telemann looked at the eel jelly (any other adjective could apply except “delicious”) on his plate and felt like a Taylor eel(?).Although he knew that Handel must have done his best to prepare these dishes.

"Most of the time, I still eat three servings," Handel grunted looking at Bach and Vivaldi who looked suspicious (although it is not certain that the reason for Bach and Vivaldi's suspicion is that they did not see Handel eat three servings). servings, or the edibility of these foods), "with a few exceptions: I eat two when Philip is around;

Vivaldi, who sensed the meaning behind these casual words, couldn't help laughing.Telemann also laughed, "Fred, isn't it true that when you eat two servings, each serving is not 3/2 times the amount of a normal person's meal? Isn't it true that when you eat one serving, each serving is 3 times as much?" Normal people eat so much”

"What the hell?!" Handel threw a piece of eel jelly onto the plate, "Where...where is there..." His face was flushed, and his English with a mixed French, German and Italian accent became slurred again "Listen, all of you! When I ordered three servings by myself, there was a time in my heart that I didn't want two or three best friends to accompany me and share with me..." Watching Vivaldi laughing non-stop, Handel noticed that What happened, "—Philip, what did you say to the red hair this morning?"

Only then did Telemann recall his emotional description in the morning, and his face blushed. "Nothing special. I read my autobiography to Antonio in general."

"Although I don't know the specific content," Bach smiled, understanding something, "but I seem to know the important content. -Antonio," (Vivaldi was very relieved, and finally found a chance to put the Hadji in his hand Haggis (haggis Scottish offal bag put down), "I guess Philip didn't tell you the rest of the story. And I guess Philip didn't know either - Fred man, you want me to tell you about us in the early 20th century. Is it the story of the association?"

"Come on, let's talk!" At this point, Handel had nothing to do, puffed his cheeks, and snatched the haggis offal bag that Vivaldi had put down ("If you don't eat it, I will eat it!") , "It's all commonplace... nonsense!"

Bach ignored the distraught Handel. "It was the beginning of the 20th century. Fred and I were at the Society, and Philip and Antonio were at Limber..."

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"History is the most prejudiced science. When it favors a man, it loves him jealously, and there is no one but him. Ever since the greatness of Johann Sebastian Bach was recognized From that day on, the other greats of his age were rendered almost worthless. Even with Bach's equal genius and far more impressive success, the world never forgave him for his recklessness. All the rest Drown in the dust; none of these dusts, I am afraid, fell as heavily as that which fell on Telemann, all in revenge for the triumph he had won over Bach in his lifetime."

When the French writer Romain Rolland wrote the above sentence in his "Musical Tour through the Land of Past" (AMusical Tour through the Land of Past) in 1922, perhaps not many people felt the same way.Since the performance of Telemann's "Death of Jesus" ended in 1832, until the 20th century, no one cared about the composer and his music.

At the beginning of the 20th century, the common memoir of mankind materialized the territory of the joint association of individuals.

Handel paced restlessly.The old floorboards creaked.Over the past few years, his relationship with Bach has gotten worse, or rather, has never been better.When he was alive, he didn't know how much effort Bach put in to see him, but he would rather not see him behind closed doors; now, the feeling of being stepped on by this native German farmer all the time is even more uncomfortable.

Romain Rolland's book largely resonated with the composer.Handel probably wasn't too happy to see Romain Rolland write about his "horse face, ox-shaped with age, gradually submerged in fat", "this mass of fat trembling with rage" ( Although he is self-aware and does not refute), but reading a passage about his old friend Telemann made him feel sad, and there seems to be no nameless anger that has nowhere to go.

On the night of June 1867, 6, Handel, who had just joined the Association for only eight years, had a sleepless night.He came to the port of the association, put on the glasses he had just put on, held a bunch of white and pink begonias in his hand, and looked towards the mist at the junction of water and sky.When the moon gradually set and the morning star gradually emerged, he did not lose hope; when the morning light of the 25th fell on the sparkling sea, he still stood there.

It took Handel about half a month in the late summer of 1867 to force himself to accept the fact that his old friend did not show up.He was shocked, furious and questioned, and he couldn't figure out why the Memoirs of Human Beings didn't choose such an "incomparable master" who was "a household name from France to Russia" and "worthy of all awards".Half a month later, Handel's firm and persistent inquiries finally came to fruition: Sir Isaac Newton, the neighbor of Westminster Abbey, where he died forever, and then curator of the British Pavilion, told Handel and his good friend are currently in Limber.

Lin Bo, what the hell is this?After listening to the explanation, Handel was not relieved, but worried.