First: fed up with boxed music, concerts filmed as if for real and rotten sound, whether wired, fibrous or wireless.
One would almost regret the consumptions of Toux-Paris, the untimely applause of the joyful neophytes and the “chhhhut!”
disapproving of annoyed purists.
But let's not spit in the soup, especially if it's a Barry soup served free by the great chefs (and chefs) of the moment.
So we are on time in front of his small screen to celebrate (as is the case) the great living music.
And suddenly, a rage seizes us.
Year after year, it gets worse and worse and year after year, the audience decreases.
Is this the great popular and high-level spectacle that we are promised and that classical music deserves?
No.
Why ?
Because the public service responds to a political injunction: classical music is “needed” on television once a year and “yaka” gets away with making a
cheap
variety show
sprinkled with good feelings.
As it is not a question of making music discover with passion, but of carrying out a chore, we curb contradictory orders and various pressures by respecting sanitary measures and virtuous societal struggles of the moment.
From year to year it gets worse and worse and year after year the audience decreases
Olivier Bellamy
Let us pass on the interminable litany of thanks, agreed smiles and even the interminable speech of the Supreme Soviet, it is the law of the genre.
But all this would be nothing without an unworthy achievement which serves as a hide-and-seek for a glaring lack of artistic line.
Light effects that even the Carpentiers would not want.
Camera movements worthy of a funfair Grand Eight.
And to support this debauchery of effects which annihilate all emotion by chasing after him without believing in it, we hammer out a unique slogan:
"Classical music is for everyone."
Except like antibiotics, it's not automatic.
By dint of waving his arms to attract the crowd, the name of this Mr. Toutlemonde is no longer anyone.
Music lovers are nauseous on this Titanic and the "third class" who are forced to go up on deck don't care about being the "King" of a "World" that is so abused.
Thrown into the open sea without a captain, the sailors of this ghost ship valiantly try to save the furniture.
Why not film the artists we are supposed to value with taste and humility instead of turning them into disjointed puppets or hysterical shrews?
To do this, perhaps those who sponsor this program should consider serving the music instead of using it.
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