chopin in pasadena

Ada and I went to see Chopin at the Pasadena Playhouse a couple of weeks ago .  He died a long time ago , Chopin , but he talked about that , too. He said that he died of heart failure and not of the consumption that plagued him . Consumption is what we call tuberculosis . He suffered from melancholia , too . He said he thought we would call his affliction bi-polar .

He was a good piano player , that guy Chopin . He gave lessons . In fact , on the night that Ada and I went , we were his students . There was an auditorium full of students . Ordinarily , he said , he would expect us to have brought along an instrument  , but this lesson would be introductory and he would be the only one to play . And he talked and he played for two hours . Then he answered questions .

At one point during the lesson Ada leaned over to whisper to me that ” He’s not really playing . The piano keys are not moving .” I tried to watch the keys carefully to see if they moved . If he wasn’t playing , then the timing of the recording , starting and stopping , would have been too perfect , too  incredible . Several minutes later , however , Ada changed her mind . ” No , he’s playing ,” she whispered .

In a way , we had snuck in to the lesson . ” Do you want to go see Chopin ? ” Ada asked one evening . Not really , I thought .  A one-man play ? Not really . Ada was on the internet . ” Tickets are free .” Free ? ” To the Polish community . ”  There was a pause . ” It must not be much good if they’re giving away tickets , ” she suggested .

” Probably not much good , ” I agreed .

” So shall we go and find out ? ”

” Worth a try , ” I said . ” If it’s terrible we can leave .”

Ada told me that she’d  never known  that Chopin was such a fun guy . She had learned , in Poland , that this Polish guy was an important genius , but somber and sick  . But he showed his sense of humor during the Pasadena lesson , a  deep sarcastic disregard for his Russian contemporaries  , his down-to-earth humanity , and some of his passions in life [apparently , for example , he loved Sand ] .

” Witam !” Chopin had  said when he stepped onto the stage and introduced himself . A Polish welcome . I wondered how many  of the several other students there in the auditorium who responded ” Witam !” had snuck into  the lesson  too .

Chopin  put on a lively show for a guy born 202 years ago . I hope that I’m half that lively at his age . 

Leave a comment

Filed under humor

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s