Concours Reine Elisabeth
Jun. 3rd, 2007 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensAn amazing thing to watch: extremely talented young pianists competing in a top ranked competition. They go on stage and I feel the nerves sore through my body. The difference is though that I get thrown off my feet and loose all confidence in my ability, whereas these pianists perform at the height of their game.
Which wasn't the reason why I was watching. Nothing as boring as watching a pianist on the telly. They're all dressed in old fashioned evening gowns and smokings, and their haircuts look like they would benefit from a better stylist and some wax. (I totally understand why P. told me he never is going to a classical concert ever again with me.) The best part of all this is when they announce the winner. The first six laureates are proclaimed and suddenly you see all the emotions that have been repressed for an entire week. These are people that have gone into seclusion for the week of the finale. Without television, radio, newspapers, telephone or internet they've prepared themselves for their evening, because they aren't allowed to know how the others performed. I think I'd gone mad.
The audience is the best part in all this. Suddenly they can show who they liked best and when they proclaimed the Belgian contestant Liebrecht Vanbeckevoort as sixth the crowd went wild. Patriotism even plays in piano competitions.
It amazed me though there weren't more tears. I probably would have bawled on stage when they said my name – which is probably also a part of why I'm not up there, apart from the fact I can't play the piano.
Which wasn't the reason why I was watching. Nothing as boring as watching a pianist on the telly. They're all dressed in old fashioned evening gowns and smokings, and their haircuts look like they would benefit from a better stylist and some wax. (I totally understand why P. told me he never is going to a classical concert ever again with me.) The best part of all this is when they announce the winner. The first six laureates are proclaimed and suddenly you see all the emotions that have been repressed for an entire week. These are people that have gone into seclusion for the week of the finale. Without television, radio, newspapers, telephone or internet they've prepared themselves for their evening, because they aren't allowed to know how the others performed. I think I'd gone mad.
The audience is the best part in all this. Suddenly they can show who they liked best and when they proclaimed the Belgian contestant Liebrecht Vanbeckevoort as sixth the crowd went wild. Patriotism even plays in piano competitions.
It amazed me though there weren't more tears. I probably would have bawled on stage when they said my name – which is probably also a part of why I'm not up there, apart from the fact I can't play the piano.
