What exhibitionist Two episodes targati Eleonora.
So weather you go to Milan. I, Manu and Ele. The early morning tour of the historic center, we take the highly efficient meters Milanese and we go out to San Babila. Under the arches there is a man who plays the alto sax
, with accompanying audio track - how to use these days. For Ele like music in general, and since little is encouraged (by all including myself) to let go with the body to the melody. In short, to dance. Come on, is the most natural way to react to sound articulate, let's say, a bear, and even non-dancer like me can not deny it: the first is imitation, or singing. As a lover of music and pianist, who could not endorse it.
return to us. First phase: the conduct in front of the guy, listen for a while '(Glenn
Miller , I believe) and then we invite you to submit a "penny" in the open case. "Where?" prompt her, "There, see that box open?" I reply stating unequivocally. She nods her head yes and then assume an air of determination. Grab the coin (one euro, as good pulciari) and runs to the ladies who play. Ele Go, go ... no but you do, DO NOT '! Tling
, is the coin that slips in the in the sax.
Me and Manu to the floor laughing, after verifying that the player had taken it well and he promptly emptied the instrument. Fiuuu. But here comes the fun part. Encouraged by the laughter, it seems, my daughter starts dancing. It goes on for several minutes, with a lot of people will stop and tourists who make photographs. (And oh, will the eye of his father, but I feel strangely adult in the movements, despite having 27 months). After seeing a guy pull out the camera I decided it was time to decamp and take away weight. End of the first episode.
Second episode a few days ago in a bookstore Feltrinelli in Rome. It so happens that there is a presentation of the last album
Lino Cannavacciuolo , violinist and composer of eclectic Italian contemporary classical scene. Live show, complete with a stage and a few rows of chairs. We went to buy some new books to our gnome, but not just know the sound
live Ele I take her up and I enter through the shelves looking for the source: I find the authors of the performance soon, percussionist, guitarist, pianist and violin soloist (which is the same Cannavacciuolo). Few people, I'm in a good position but not too close to the stage than the delicate ears of my little - in the meantime began to clap in time. The instantly warn, telling her to listen and speak up for the gentlemen are playing. The music is compelling and very moving performance, Ele appreciate and eventually joins the rest of the audience into spontaneous applause. I'll be back by Manu department children's books and say keep it an eye on you for a while 'so I choose something in me also freedom. And if they go elsewhere.
rummaged, I read, I choose (of the Grimm fairy tales). Then I go to find my women. Check out almost from the library, if only because I think that Manu would not ever close to the music so high (in fact the tools were in my opinion, over-amplified), but I find them. Look here, look beyond the end
me repeat that once eliminated the impossible, what remains - however improbable - must be the truth . And I come close to the exhibition. Manu secluded I see on the right, behind the last shelf. But I can not find
Eleonora. I still watch Manu. He is gesturing to someone in front of the stage. Oh dear.
I give you a dime if you guess who was dancing, just between the first row of chairs and a ladder of the stage, diabolical on the notes of the violin. Dancing, clapping, howling. And the audience (much better fed than before) to encourage it, including the ever-present photographers.
I'll be set, but the first thing I thought was: De Filippi, June
'HANDS .