[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

love is like a free bird

No one can tame it.

It's useless to call

It just wants to reject you.

……

You do not love me,

I love you too;

i love you

You have to be careful! *

Oh heartthrob Carmen!

This woman is so damn sweet.

The surroundings were far from romantic - like most creative geniuses, Georges Bizet's studio was a mess.Joey had long been mentally prepared for this, and it was not difficult to accept it.

A pile of pencil stubs and crumpled sheet music were thrown on the shiny black Steinway piano, two dusty piano cases were placed in the center, and a copy of "Hungarian Rhapsody" was written on the cover in bold handwriting "You There is no limit to the future - Franz Liszt."

But at this moment, holding Bizet's messy staff, Joey hummed the libretto of the habanera melody, feeling that he couldn't help but put on a red and black flamenco skirt and dance Flamenco danced.

"Oh my God, that's it!" Bizet exclaimed, picked up a folder and began to write, "You are my muse!"

"No, all the inspiration comes from your talent and sweat." Joey replied with a smile.

It is one thing to appreciate a classic opera in later generations, but quite another to witness its birth.

The white ivory keyboard plays a gorgeous melody in Bizet's hands, and the rhythm of the roundabout outlines a rebellious girl who completely subverts the traditional and elegant artistic vision.

Carmen, this glamorous, graceful and charming woman is like a fairy in the night, she appears on the stage with a bright red rose biting her red lips, manipulating everyone's eyes, but she is always like a free wind, stirring people's hearts. disappeared without a trace.

In Bizet's opera, the gypsy girl is more alive than in Merimee's original "Carmen".She is selfish, cunning and frivolous, but also has an indescribable mysterious charm.

"Joy, you are... amazing." Sarasate couldn't help sighing.

"People change, Mr. Sarasate." Joey returned him a meaningful smile.

"Indeed." Sarasate nodded with a smile, "Listening to this melody, I also have the inspiration to compose."

"That's really great, Mr. Sarasate." Only then did Joey remember that he still had something important to say to Sarasate. "Actually, I want to invite you to perform another performance in Paris this month."

"Barcelona's flamenco dance troupe and symphony orchestra will come to Paris in a few days and prepare to perform in two weeks' time to win popularity for Barcelona's bid to host the World Expo. We all very much hope that you can perform some Spanish-style works."

She discussed with Philip and other members of the bid organizing committee. In order to maximize the momentum for the bid, in addition to the final statement, the previous public opinion base is also very important.

"Oh, yes, Barcelona is now bidding to host the World Expo." Bizet slapped his head, "Then, old man, you are welcome to use my violin anytime!"

He greeted warmly, "Although it is definitely not as good as your famous violin—after all, we have no king in France long ago, and no one will give me a violin—but it can still do."

Sarasate couldn't help but glanced at Joey again.

She blinked at him, and said nonchalantly, "Mr. Sarasate, I look forward to your work."

Sarasate laughed helplessly: "Can I still say no?"

He opened the dusty piano case.

Then, looking at the violin with broken E string and rusted G string, he sighed silently: "I'd better use my own."

Joey curiously observed the creation of the two composers.

Play the melody briefly, jot down a few strokes on the blank staff, frown and think about making revisions, and repeat the process—until Bizet snapped his clips shut.

"It's unbelievably smooth! After completing this part of the habanera, I will finish writing the opera." He wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose excitedly, "After a few months of rehearsal, it will be staged !"

"Miss Fernandez, in fact, many fragments in this opera have been written a long time ago, and they can be directly handed over to the symphony orchestra for rehearsal."

He enthusiastically pulled out a few pages of scores from the folder and handed them to Joey: "Look at these two passages, the Overture and the Matador's Song, both have a strong Spanish style. If you want to hold a Spanish-style symphony concert, Maybe you can consider adding these two paragraphs? I can also test the audience's response."

"That's great." Joey laughed.

Carmen Overture and Matador's Song, there are almost no melodies that no one has never heard-especially the Carmen Overture, after all, it used to be the theme song of the World Cup in Spain, and it is almost one of the favorite background music for sports events. When I hear it, I can't help but think of the green grassy stadium.

Although "Carmen" has been sung as a classic in later generations, this opera carries the undisguised blazing sunshine of the Iberian Peninsula. I am afraid that it does not match the aura of Paris, a lingering city, and it will inevitably be a little harsh. comment of.Since the composer himself is willing, this is also a win-win performance.

"Mr. Bizet, I am sure that this work will be a great success. However, it is too avant-garde and bold, and there may be some controversy at first-if it is true, then I can assure you that Barcelona will welcome it. your work."

As Joey talked, he couldn't help but think of the scene where Paris came to pull people when Antonio was excluded.

Well, actually, everyone is pretty much the same.Who wouldn't dig a wall?

……

Life in Paris was peaceful and fulfilling.

The Art Troupe of Barcelona soon arrived in Paris together with the person in charge of the bid, Philip, who then took over the main organizational work of the bid.

Joey was free. Apart from watching the preparations for the performance from time to time, he mainly discussed business with the executive committee of the World Expo.

Any country or any organization always has a plan for doing things, not to mention that the World Expo itself is held to demonstrate the strength of the country and the city, and by the way, promote a wave of its own special products.

As long as there is a plan, there is room for negotiation and work.

Patent-exempt distribution of electric lamps Want?What about concrete?

It's better to exchange the vote in hand.

What, you said that Barcelona is not eligible anyway, what do you want this vote for?

...It doesn't matter, success or failure, strengthening cooperation is a good thing.

In stark contrast to the generally relaxed state of the Barcelona delegation, there was an undercurrent between San Francisco, London and Moscow.

Although everyone didn't say it clearly, in fact, they basically tacitly acquiesced that Barcelona has already been out of the game, and coming to Paris is just a formality out of international etiquette.

Therefore, the competition between the other three delegations quickly became fierce, and even the secret rivalry cracks appeared between the British and American allies who have always been closely connected.

Against this background, Joy was invited to the painter's salon in Coubertin's residence.

She also learned not long ago that Baron Coubertin is actually a famous watercolor painter.Combined with his artistic achievements and titles and high government positions, he has a high status in the Paris art world.

The baron's mansion is a typical French Rococo style. From the huge crystal chandelier to the golden lace fireplace and arches, all are extremely luxurious and romantic. On the heavy palace-style carpet under your feet, there are large delicate and soft pink flowers blooming. Floral, baby blue walls complement the bright sunlight.

"Oh, you are the lady who lives with Mr. Gaudi!" As soon as they saw her, someone shook hands with her enthusiastically.

"Uh..." Joey felt a little embarrassed by this description.

"It's okay, what's the matter." The man waved his hand indifferently, and brushed his hair coquettishly, "What a romantic story!"

Fine.Perhaps in terms of enthusiasm, at least the artists in Paris are no worse than Barcelona.

However, unexpectedly, she did not find any painter who was particularly famous in later generations in the salon, and soon lost interest.

She would rather talk about sports with Mr. Coubertin than with these men who talked about classical paintings.

It's a pity Pierre isn't there.

According to Mrs. Coubertin's regretful introduction, the naughty young son has never been interested in these luxury salons held at home, and has already invited friends to go out for rowing.

Ok.

Joey sighed, feeling that his trip was a loss.

Strange, Paris has always been the vanguard of art, but now that photography technology has been invented, why are painters still pursuing accurate portraits?

This was not the Paris she had imagined.

"Hey, look, those nobodies are holding an exhibition at their own expense again!" A sarcastic voice came.

"Who?" Everyone turned their heads away.

The ruby-like wine reflected a blurred light in the goblet, and a long-haired man leaning on the sofa was lazily holding a newspaper, and laughed in a drawn-out tone: "Oh, of course, everyone may I have forgotten. After all, the last time they held an art exhibition was ten years ago. It was the 'Unselected Salon'."

"Oh, I remembered!" Someone laughed, "It's the group of losers who failed to be selected for the Salon of the French Academy of Fine Arts. What kind of garbage did they produce?"

The French government and the academy will sponsor an exhibition at the Paris Salon every year, and all artists whose works are exhibited will soon be approached by art dealers, sponsors and collectors.

This is of course the most ideal growth trajectory, but it is also almost the only success trajectory - for those who are not selected, they have almost no other channels to achieve success.

Self-funded art exhibitions became their last struggle.

All the artists in this hall were formerly Salon artists, and it would be a bit mean to laugh at the losers so arrogantly.

Joey thought disapprovingly.

"'Anonymous Artists, Oil Painters, Sculptors, Printmakers Association Exhibition' - Listening to the name, I have to say, they are quite self-aware."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall, "It took ten years to save enough money for the second art exhibition, and money will always make people recognize themselves."

"What did they exhibit this time? Break paint bottles and paste them on the canvas?"

"No, no, I think they'll do the math anyway, after all, fill half of a canvas with black, paint the other half with yellow, and then paint some red and blue spots on it to complete a representative work--in this way If you recombine them, you can draw many pictures.”

The long-haired painter who first raised the topic raised his voice amidst everyone's laughter: "Everyone, I think this reporter summed it up very well. He saw a painting called "Sunrise Impression" in this art exhibition. , decided to name the exhibition 'Impressionism Exhibition'. Isn't it brilliant?"

"Absolutely! Impressionism! This can actually become a genre, so let's call it Impressionism in the future!"

"Painting based on impressions? Hahahahaha, don't tease me..."

"It's a pity. I don't know if they can save enough money for the next art exhibition in ten years' time?"

The hall was bustling, and all the accomplished painters were laughing loudly at those painters who were overwhelmed.

No, can you call yourself a painter just by splashing some paint on the canvas?That horse kicker could call himself a sculptor.

What a disgrace to art!

In the corner of the hall, Joey couldn't help covering his heart.

Muse.

As expected of Paris.

There should be no Impressionist concept stocks yet.

…Well, art dealers actually sound pretty good, too?

The author has something to say: A certain painter who was busy at the art exhibition sneezed:?

Expo campaign:

US & UK & RUS: Barcelona is out, yes.

US & UK: Next, let's work together to push Moscow out...

Mei: By the way, do a little trick to ensure that the city of the United States is selected, hehe.

*Translated from the libretto of Habanera in "Carmen".

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