Baroque Notes: Flowers and Duets

It's afternoon.The poor young man didn't know why he came here, how he got here, how long he stayed here, and what he was going to do next.It was just a sudden shock that woke him up from the ignorance and chaos, telling himself that he was still alive.But once he realizes his existence, he can't wait to go back to his previous daydream.He blamed himself, there must be a lingering spark in the ashes of the extinguished music fire in his heart, which made him involuntarily come to places related to music... But now everything is different, he Hypnotizing himself like a witch doctor, the Telemann of the present is no longer the Telemann of the past—he spurns music, he is single-minded and ambitious to become a lawyer//teacher.Yes, for a moment he believed that he had completely turned his back on music! So Telemann turned his back, buried his head in his crossed hands, and sat there with stubborn indifference, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the opera house that had just ended.

"Hey, my lord, how dare you not like today's show?" Suddenly, an annoying voice sounded from beside him.Telemann had nothing against people who strike up conversations just because they happen to be sitting on the same public bench with enough food and nothing else to do.Telemann was still bent over, and the pretentious voice of the child with a strong local Harley accent still did not disappear, "Now the taste of the Germans is the same as the dramas they watch. It is getting worse and worse. There is no cure. Unless you take Some foreign blood should be used to replace the whole body, otherwise German//national art will still taste like kimchi sausage hundreds of years later.”

If Telemann was still the same Telemann who was obsessed with music in the past, he would definitely have the feeling of meeting a bosom friend in a foreign land, because although the language of this comment is rude, it rarely expresses his heart; but now he is a law with great potential in the future Student Telemann, he will not be fooled by these strange skills, his time is so precious, it must be dedicated to the most meaningful legal cause.Telemann raised his head, ready to give this ignorant and impolite country boy a blank look and leave; his mind had roughly pictured the child's appearance: a disdainful, tanned, red neck, dirty sandals.

Now Telemann turned his head to look at the child who had just uttered such wild words.He found that only the first point of his speculation was correct.Others, he now feels that it seems to be more appropriate to describe himself, because the young man in front of him seems to be Orpheus (Orpheus) who came to the world.This uninvited guest has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his facial features are as clear and correct as stone carvings in the classical era, and his thick and curly long hair just reaches his shoulders.He glanced disdainfully, crossed his hands, and dangled impatiently with his raised legs.

Telemann couldn't help but sigh in his heart for this strange boy, it's a pity that he has such a bad temper despite his good looks.Natural defensiveness (not as narcissistic as the comment) emerged in the mind of this quasi-law//legal teenager: "When I was young, the neighbors ignored my low playing level because I was beautiful , but still pursue his performance" This is his starting point (the content in the quotation marks comes from Romain Rolland, author's note); therefore, even if he is now entering adolescence and he grows up and disappears from everyone, the Harley boy in front of him must be because of I was provocative rashly because I was beautiful and looked like an honest and good person.Besides, the Harley kid was shaking his legs... Telemann remembered that his mother had mentioned that this was a bad sign.

"I'm really tired of today's German operas, and I very much agree with your idea of ​​borrowing from foreign//country music to improve my//country music. I'm really sorry, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Telemann said seriously, while dusting Brush off your sleeves and get ready to leave.

"Tsk tsk," the grumpy Orpheus suddenly became interested, "it's rare for me to see an art lover who is not blinded by the narrow patriotism//country//principle//righteousness—what kind of foreign// German music can improve German music, I would like to hear your opinion?"

"French music." Telemann replied succinctly, he didn't want to talk more with this strange boy.However, the child in front of him laughed wildly, "What? France! This is really a very novel answer! Tsk tsk, but I have to admit, I like your weird answer! But if I were me, I would answer Italy... Ordinary people are ugly Up to this point, but you are very talented in this area, would you like to compete with me for one night...?"

Harley's raised Erlang leg swung and kicked Telemann's stocking.Telemann replied coldly, "Sir, please don't insult me ​​with such vulgar language and obscene gestures. I'm sorry, I really can't talk to such a wretched person."

Ordinary people would leave at this time in a huff and resentment, but this weird Harley boy became furious instead. "What! Stranger, how dare you call me a 'contemptible person'?! Go ask the people in this town, who will not respect me when they see me, who will ridicule me like this? I, although I am still young and now only over 16 years old, but there is no second person in the world who played keyboard music in front of Frederick I at the age of 13! The Italian composer Mr. Bononcini respects me very much, and you What is it!"

Under the attack of this tiresome arrogance and resentment, Telemann was stunned instead.He stopped.He, being so sensitive to music and all things related, knew that the kid wasn't talking nonsense!A few years ago, Telemann heard that there was a child prodigy in Halle who was self-taught. His organ performance deeply moved Duke Johann Adolf I of Saxe-Weissenfels (JohannAdolfI, Duke of Saxe-Weissenfels), which made the Duke decide to sponsor the young boy. Musical geniuses study music.After that, the child prodigy was able to learn everything a future musician desires from the famous halle organist Friedrich Wilhelm Zachow: harmony, counterpoint, score analysis, organ, oboe, violin, harpsichord... Playing in front of Frederick the Great, King of Prussia... All of this is so upright and logical—but I, although I came to this world a few years earlier, secretly begged my teacher to teach him music without telling my family, Not to mention the appreciation from the upper class, that is simply delusional and idiotic.All kinds of feelings of Harley prodigy flooded into Teleman's heart back then, and he still remembered how jealous, sad, and unwilling he was at that time.But now, why did this legendary child prodigy who troubled him so much appear in front of him inexplicably, and it still appeared in front of him who was about to abandon music forever!

Telemann felt dizzy, the scars of both the old past and the recent sorrow were unraveled at once, and the desire for music gushed out again.God!Please give me another taste of music in the last few days when I am about to leave music forever!Even if it's poison, I'm willing to suffer for it!

"I'm very sorry." Telemann tried his best to restrain his nervousness, "I'm sorry I was slightly offended just now. I have heard about your outstanding experience many years ago, and today I can meet the young Heng who is well-known in the music circle of the Principality of Magdeburg. I am very honored, Mr. Dell."

"What?!" This Harley boy was very surprised, "Young gentleman from a foreign country, you actually know my name! You still remember my early fame! Handel is very moved here! In Lower Geol Erg Friedrich Handel, a man from Halle, Principality of Magdeburg, may I ask where you come from, and who is your last name?"

"Don't dare," Telemann said excitedly and shyly, "My name is Georg too..."

"Georg! Another Georg!" roared Handel. "I knew my parents had given me such a bad name!—Excuse me, go on."

Shouted by Handel, Telemann became even more nervous, "I... I am from Magdeburg, the capital, 20 years old, male, and I am about to go to the University of Leipzig in Leipzig to study for a bachelor's degree..."

"Come on, I can see that you are a man," Handel said impatiently, "—— Magdeburg! You are from the capital Magdeburg!" Suddenly he screamed, and the change was so fast that Taylor Mann was taken aback, "Magdeburg! There is a young musician I've been longing to meet there, young gentleman, do you know? When I was 13 years old, I was still like a monkey learning to play. While he was playing the harpsichord, he wrote his first opera at the age of 12 -- about the great Sigismundus, king of Poland! Opera, that's the art form I'm most fascinated by, and the young man, so easily..."

Handel was still speaking impassionedly about his willingness to meet his fellow musical prodigy, whom he had only heard about, and Telemann was already so excited at hearing the word Sigismundus that Handel was completely uncomfortable with what he said afterwards. Got it.How could he not know Sigismundus, the kid who wrote operas at the age of 12!Telemann couldn't control it, and tears welled up. He never expected that the Harley child he had always envied and longed to meet would meet him in person today by such a coincidence, and he was also eager to meet himself...!

"This rising star composer who wrote operas at the age of 12 is called Taylor