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Chapter 1. Music in our life.

I’m sure very few people paid some attention to the fact how music is able to control our lives. Even fewer people think of film musical backgrounds causing bright surges of emotions and feelings, perhaps, except for professionals…

So, the one who has understood this has the opportunity to control his emotions himself, lending them the necessary colors and intonations via music. The main thing is to learn to listen and, what it is most important, to hear yourself. Without thinking and looking out of the window, you’ve gone out to take a walk on a cool, sunny morning just in shorts and a T-shirt. You don’t have to rush anywhere today but you had a hard day yesterday. For instance, you spent the whole day working with your computer up until late at night because it’s against your principles to leave things unfinished.

So, the next morning, waking up at the usual time for your body, you feel surprisingly vigorous despite only few hours of bedtime. You are satisfied with your work and something pushes you outdoors. Say, no way you can imagine today’s breakfast without fresh cheese … The reason is more than important. So, both the required fresh start and a physical warm-up assume a tangible meaning. You’ve got everything: eggs, toast bread, and vegetables for a salad. But without the cheese, there won’t be any ‘canvas painting’ today... There is just one condition – take music along with you. So, you’re coming out and see the usual weekday, the everyday routine and bustle in the street filled with cheerless faces, anxious about earning their daily bread by the sweat of their brow. They do think they are really concerned about it...

And all of the sudden, the sound director of this film interferes and adds, as it seems to him, a suitable background for today’s storyline. Well, what I mean is, you turn on music in your player. Sometime later, the producer, this time not a sound director but the film one, looks at everything from the outside with his unblinking eyes, and says, “STOP, BREAK,” noticing a certain discrepancy of action and music perceptible solely for him. Looking through the playlists, he chooses the right track for today and, while pressing the PLAY button, gives the ACTION command. And at once, everything starts to move about the filming location, not just chaotically but in time with the music, the chaos becomes well-ordered, absorbing the musical background rhythm. Right after that the people around seem to join this rhythm, and the workers seem to smile while changing light bulbs on the light-posts, at the same time, others work nearby, digging up the flowerbed and tapping rubber boots in tune on the shovels. The passers-by, coming from the opposite direction, breathe in fresh cool air through their widely moving nostrils and squinch their eyes at the playful sun rays, as if a father happily covers his eyelids when his baby laughs at him, blinding him with plashes of sunlight. Heels smoothly beat the harmony of rhythm along the pavement. The passers-by suddenly have sailors’ uniforms on, circling around you and bouncing around in frantic pirouettes.

"The Red Poppy" culminates while Glière, standing in a telescopic access platform and dressed like a worker, slightly smiles satisfied creaking with a screwing lightbulb in his hand.

Life springs, and it is all in the hands of its director, sound director, and cameraman. It is beautiful with its chaos while no one tries to streamline it defying the laws of nature and imposing an unsuitable background like sugary pop music with ridiculous words.

The orchestra rumbles, the conductor is satisfied with his children-violinists and cellists... The oboe, harp, and double bass, everyone knows their place and their function. The final chords. The end. The storm of applause. The audience orgasms. No, this is not the end. It's just an intermission until the next part.


Well... ...and what about the cheese???