Okay. I love music, particularly the romantic and post-romantic periods. So when, such as in a movie, a piece I’m familiar with is begun mid- or part-way through, is not finished–is sometimes clipped, butchered, reassembled out of order, etc. … I get pissed.
Stop fucking with my music.
One recent example was Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat (op.9-2) at the Olympic women’s solo figure skating. It was so bad that even my father noticed something was wrong. I just about kicked the TV.
Stop fucking with my music.
Another example is this movie that I’m watching, All About Lily Chou-Chou, which heavily features the piano works of Debussy. To make matters worse, most of them are in my repertoire. Arabesque No. 1, clair de lune, and la fille aux cheveux de lin are not only performed rather stiffly, like one might want to play Bach’s minuets or some Hanon exercises, but clipped and inserted anachronistically.
Stop fucking with my music.
I can understand if you’re practicing, working different sections (as I often do), stopping when something’s not quite right, and then restarting, but good god… and they call arabesque no.1 ‘arabesque’! Just fucking ‘arabesque’. There were two. Un? Non, deux.
Stop fucking with my music–and if you do, at least get the fucking name right!
It’s a good damned movie, so why fucking ruin it like that?
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just an asshole…
…and very tired.