Intermezzo 2: review Vivaldi LP2

Here's a little secret; I like Vivaldi's four seasons. I got through a large part of my examperiods during my social work studies on Vivaldi and other classics. Cause there are some things Rage Against the Machine, Live, Alanis Morrisette and Pearl Jam can't help you with, while Nigel Kennedy on violin can. So when I was asked to once more escort the ITI-group to the Las Palmas 2 to attend a performance called 'Caged Vivaldi; the Four Seasons, but different', I thought, "Why not?".

Well, here's why not. Sometimes you need to leave things alone. Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring are fine as they were.
Just as I started to wonder, what exactly is different in this show, a guy sat down behind the piano and started 'playing' it. Now I am not a musician (repeat: NOT a musician), but I do know when I want to run for earplugs. This was it. It sounded horrible, like a 2-year old hitting random keys with a toycar. Accompanying it with dancers/actors who pretend to be the appointed season didn't help either, although Eric de Kuyper was his charming grandpa-self. After autumn, I couldn't help but thinking, 'Oh lord. Two more seasons'. The violinist and harpsichord (thanks Google Translate, it's criminal, but the English word for klavecimbel still isn't household-material) made up for the piano-bits. I especially enjoyed the dramatic bits from summer and winter, the ones usually know for their commercial purposes.
At one point it got so bad, I started having imaginary conversations with the bearded guy next to me. I talk during tv-shows, films, etcetera, very bad habit. One group of friends almost banned me from their tuesday cinema activities and threatened to sit elsewhere.
Me: "if this was a movie, I'd fall asleep"
Bearded guy: "please don't. I'm yawning too"
Me: "I could be in bed right now, watching Dexter"
Bearded guy: "cool, what season are you in?"
Me: "It's still autumn... I mean 3, episode 9. Miguel is going crazy"
Beraded guy: -spoiler alert-
After a while, I couldn't contain myself anymore and actually started whispering in his direction.
Me: "I feel like giving up my seat for this old guy pretending to be Winter"
Bearded guy: "I think it's part of the show"
Me: "we should play along. Do you think he can improvise?"
Bearded guy giggles a bit and shakes his head before staring back to the light blue harpsichord. (I like using the word harpsichord, lord knows when the next opportunity will be to use the word harpsichord.)

When the best part of an evening is the conversation that happened mainly in your head, it's a no-go. Vivaldi is like going to H&M, solid and nice, you know what you're gonna get. It never get's old, even after almost 300 years. But if you want to listen to it, just put on a Nigel Kennedy cd or search it on Spotify. The piano bits and the Cage (4 seating areas, divided by curtains, where the public moved into after each season) did not add anything to the show. If anything, it derogated my Vivaldi-experience.