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Ryuichi Sakamoto ・Tong Poo, original composition for Opus
Go see in theaters if you can, I cried the entire time.
昨晩、ショパンコンクール第2位のピアニスト、反田恭平さんのリサイタルを聴きに行きました🎹✨
タッチの多彩さやペダリングの素晴らしさ、そして音を自分の言葉のように語っている演奏だったのが印象的でした🥰 演奏会場限定表紙のエッセーを買ってしまいました。
終演後は沖縄居酒屋に🌺
昨晩、いずみホールにてピアニストのアンドラーシュ・シフのリサイタルを聴きに行きました。
ピアノ演奏と言うより、音楽と言うより、芸術を聴けたひと時でした。
当日、シフが演奏曲目を（思いつきで）決めるということで何を演奏するかは前もって知らされずに始まりました。
J.S.バッハを2曲（ゴルドベルクのテーマ、半音階的幻想曲とフーガ）、ハイドン（ソナタ）、ベートーヴェン（ソナタ「テンペスト」）、モーツァルト（ロンド）、シューベルト（ソナタ）をトークを交えながらのリサイタルで、晩7時に始まって終わったのは10時半でした🤣
いっそ、一晩中弾いて頂きたかったです🎹❤️🔥
Can you do a Tendou Satori x reader? I beg you🙏🙏🙏 can it be about him discovering you play an instrument? If possible piano, if not just anything fluff so I can kick my feet and squeal
If you're busy or requests aren't open anymore and I never noticed, feel free to ignore!
Love your work ❤
Omg thank you so much for your kind words, of course I will give my best shot at writing something for you! I apologize in advance, I don’t know much about playing instruments 😂 Hope you still enjoy I chose pre-timeskip!Tendō!💕
Tendō Satori, also known as the guess monster of Shiratorizawa, has just left the meeting of the Shiratorizawa volleyball club, when his stomach started growling.
Practice has been extended due to the loss against Karasuno, so none of the players have gotten the chance to eat or drink anything yet.
Before Satori returns to his dorm room, he will make his way to the snack vending machine for a very late, but much needed skip-dinner-snack.
As he bids his teammates goodbye, he walks along the dimly-lit hallway, seeing the bright light of the vending machines from afar.
Walking down the hall, the redhead hums a happy tune, his hands resting on his neck as he bends his arms in a stretch.
Along his humming though, Satori hears the soft sound of piano keys playing.
The Middle Blocker stops his humming and is curious to find out where the beautiful music is coming from.
The melody sounds very sad and Satori can’t help but frown at the sorrowful sound.
As he walks closer towards the tune, he notices that it’s the music room, where some of the instruments lay for storage for concerts, band practice, etc.
The dark brown wooden door is slightly ajar and Satori tries to get a peek at the unknown pianist who is playing such a beautiful melody.
The music room is moderately dark, the only light source coming from the half-moon shining through the large windows high on the wall.
Yet, the young man with ruby-colored eyes sees a girl sitting with her back facing him.
She doesn’t have a music note sheet in front of her, nor a phone showing her how to play the song.
She’s playing it from memory.
Flawless, to be more precise.
The tunes keep coming softly and with expertise.
Satori finally recognizes the song.
'Behind Blue Eyes' by Limp Bizkit.
It’s like she’s trying to express her feelings and thoughts into the music she is playing.
Even if Satori can only see her backside, he is highly interested in what the mysterious girl looks like from the front.
Her beautiful hair almost glows in the moonlight, the sweatshirt of the Shiratorizawa Academy fits her figure perfectly.
Before Satori can get a better look at her, the tunes come to an end and the volleyball player tries to hide a bit better, yet he really wants to know who this girl is.
As she turns around and gets up, Satori finally sees her.
It’s you.
You sit in the back, by the windows in your shared English class.
You’re very quiet, barely talk to others.
Before tonight, the Middle Blocker never would have guessed that you play the piano. And with such skilled hands as well, like you’ve been playing it for years.
As you get up, you begin to grab your things and as quickly and quietly as he can, Satori hides behind a pillar and sees you poking your head out, looking left and right before heading out completely.
Once you close the door to the music room, you’re unaware of scarlet eyes following your steps.
Every day after volleyball practice, Satori tries to see if he can hear the melody of you playing again. But ever since that night, you stopped. You’re still at school, you attend classes but the bewitching tones at night, like a lullaby luring him into a dream that he never wants to wake up from, disappear.
To be honest, you playing that instrument has almost been like Satori’s therapy. It calms him after practice and gives him the feeling like he’s sitting next to you on the bench while you are playing.
Seeking you out on a Friday during lunch, he makes his way over to you with careful steps.
"Hey… (Y/N), right?" The red-haired Middle Blocker approaches you during your lunch break while you’re listening to your Spotify playlist.
You look up, unsure why he approached you. One of the best players of the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club. Sure, he might not be as popular as Ushijima but you have to admit, he’s got a charm of his own. He’s quirky, has an affectionate smile and a cheery personality.
You blush at his curious face, taking the headphones out of your ears to respond.
"That’s me. You’re… Tendō right? From the volleyball team?"
"Satori is just fine. So… I don’t want you to think I am crazy or anything… but about two weeks ago, on a late night after my practice was over, I heard this heavenly song of a piano playing. I was curious to see who would play this late and I saw that it was you. Oh! I didn’t tell anyone, don’t worry!" He sees that your eyes begin to widen in shock, he quickly apologizes, reassuring you that you have nothing to fear about being told on.
"Yeah, I couldn’t sleep. Playing the piano always calms me down and when I play it, it’s like the instrument has a mind on its own. Like it’s playing me instead of the other way around." You chuckle slightly and the volleyball player’s face brightens at the sound of your laugh, even if it’s quiet.
It’s like music to his ears.
"Your smile is beautiful. But your laugh makes you shine so much. You should laugh more, it suits you." Satori starts to get nervous, scratching the back of his neck.
Satori feels his knees getting wobbly, not the usual kind of wobbly after an intense practice, but rather by being in your present. You’re not weirded out by him, nor disgusted nor scared. You look… happy to be talking to him.
This is a completely new feeling for the young Middle Blocker and he never wants this feeling to go away.
"So. Is there a chance you could play again for me?" Satori sits down on the chair, leaning his head on his hands as he stares at you like you hung the stars and moons just for him.
You smile and blush in response, nodding shyly as you watch as his complete body lights up at your response, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you like the fact that famous Middle Blocker Satori Tendõ enjoys listening to you play.
It’s like music to your ears.
Y'all bitches deserve this for bein' awesome
I JUST MADE A SERVER FOR ALL THE TONY KAYE LOVERS
Us Kaye fans gotta stick together 🙏🙏
when you’re the piano player in the wild west when harry potter is being shown at the movie theater
A new piece, “Theoris”, that will be in the upcoming album <3
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New Music ❤️
"And I will make thee beds of Roses, and a thousand fragrant posies, a cap of flowers, and a kirtle, embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle"
This is an excerpt of an original composition that is called "One Moment of Truth". ❤️ The full video is on my youtube channel (ManuellArts) ; I also post song covers and original songs ☺️
I would really like to know what you think; what it made you feel or think of. I hope it'll bring you some peace of mind ❤️
Olga Plats: Art of the Potpourri
I am not the greatest fan of the pastiche recording: the Greatest Hits of Paganini, My Favorite Debussy, and the like. But everything old is new again, and I’ve found one I enjoy from I player I’ve never heard of before.
The album is not new, 2007, and neither is the player: Olga Plats. But I’ve never heard of her before, not that that means anything. Born in 1938 in Portugal, her career seems dominated by both teaching and chamber music performance. Then out comes this album of individual, small works, many of them well-known to the general ear. A Gavotte here, a Sarabande there, a Liszt Réve, a Shostakovich Prelude, a Brahms variation, a mote of Mompou, and what is becoming a perennial favorite if you go by the number of players who program it these days: the Berio Wasserklavier. Anyway, you get the idea. Or do you? Do I? I don’t think so! But I like it anyway! (She even includes a bit of Chick Corea... c’mon now.)
The answer may lie in an accompanying book. Actually, I cannot tell if the book came first and then the music, or the music followed by the book, or both together, or some other chrono-combo. They share a title. The book is a series of interviews or conversations with one Sérgio Azevedo (a composer, obviously, who is represented on this disc with a two-piano tango and waltz). I have not read the book but welcome anyone who has done so to enlighten me.
The album, with a completely different cover and design from the book (and a most delightful album cover it is; I cannot find a worthy resolution to include, otherwise I’d publish it above), is available wherever fine music is streamed. Its distinction is, perhaps, modest. (Although the voice inclusion under/over the Schumann Kinderszenen and a few other works I find most fetching.) Still I recommend it wholeheartedly, especially for these summer afternoons in our strange, changing world: cool and warm all at once.
Being horny is like playing the piano it’s simple but fucking complicated.
I literally have no context behind this sorry.
girlhood is being hit on by your music teacher
