I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 438 Learn to dance with Michael?
The old man's words directly made He Jiong unable to answer.

He even touched his nose embarrassingly.

He just forgot that Joplin was a black man for a moment, and the old man felt like he was asking an idiot question without thinking.

But he just wanted to say that he knew the opera and some information about it.

But once the old man's words came out, he didn't know what to say.

"Old man, I just want to say that I have heard this opera, and I have heard something about this opera."

"I've heard such a question asked."

While speaking, Ye Qing stared at He Jiong's forehead and shook his head lightly.

After he glanced at it twice in disgust, he looked away and said in his heart: Forget it, the IQ of these children is not high in the first place.

"Since you have some understanding, let's talk about it."

"..."

He Jiong felt something choked in his throat when he heard the words, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He is sure that it is not the old man who despises him for being stupid like Ruoruo. He will definitely not pay attention to the other party, and he will ruthlessly reply to the other party.

But this person is the old man, he can only swallow what he has.

"It is written in the performance introduction of this opera that Trimonisa in the play is adapted from Joplin's childhood experience. The main idea of ​​this opera is to tell black people with this opera that black people also accept education, the right to knowledge.”

After He Jiong finished speaking, his eyes rolled between his pupils, as if he remembered something, he continued to preach:
"According to the introduction, Joplin has been thinking about creating a big opera after the first small opera became popular. After the creation of this big opera, no publisher thought that this opera would be profitable. Later, Joplin The 200-page score was published at its own expense.

Although the opera received high praise in the magazines at the time, it was very difficult for black musicians to hold concerts due to racial reasons at the time, and Joplin did not have so much money to support himself s work. "

"Isn't this opera in jeopardy?"

"Yes, this opera was only performed in the fourth year after its creation. It is said that the performance was very shabby, and the audience was very indifferent when watching it, and even left early."

"So bleak?"

"It was pretty dismal and a failure."

He Jiong nodded and said:
"It was the first performance of Trimonisa and also the last performance of Joplin's life. Because he didn't have enough funds to support the performance of this opera, he finally got cooperation with the head of the music academy several times. , that’s why that show was so shabby.”

He remembers being overwhelmed by Joplin when he saw the profile.

It is shocking that a black musician can still insist on exhibiting his works under the circumstances of being treated differently.

However, it is a pity that no one recognized the brilliant masterpiece that posterity considered at the time, and the performance failed completely.

After listening to He Jiong's narration, Ye Qing lowered his eyes and picked up the teacup to take two sips:

"That's right, old man, I heard about this performance after Joplin's death. During the whole performance, the actors had no money to make up, not to mention, the stage had no set and lighting, and there was not even a band. The accompaniment was all played by Joplin's kid alone, and the effect of this performance was the worst."

It was inevitable that the show would fail.

After all, in such a poor performance environment, those students who don't have much performance ability, let alone a decent band, so who can have any interest in that opera.

It's just that no one could have imagined that the child could not bear the blow of failure, and died of depression two years after the performance.

"This opera may have failed at the time, but it was very successful later. It not only left an important mark in the history of black music, but also won the King of Ragtime itself, and was awarded the Centennial Special Award a hundred years later. Memorial Award."

"Xiao He, you are right. That kid's performance failed, but his work did not fail."

After Ye Qing finished speaking, he put down the cup in his hand.

If it weren't for the reasons of the times, he believed that Joplin's child would not have died in a melancholy manner.

Nor would that show be the underlying dominant cause of the Joplin kid's death.

"Okay, I'm done talking about that kid. Now that we're talking about black music, the old man, I remember a particularly interesting kid. He can be said to be a singer who broke all boundaries of preferences, styles, and races."

"Such a powerful singer?"

"who is he?"

When the old man mentioned this man, everyone was very curious.

Didn't you just say that racial discrimination overseas is very deep, and this singer is able to break through racial boundaries.

It's kinda powerful.

"Isn't it Michael you're talking about?"

While Huang Lei was curious, his mind quickly started to work, thinking about foreign singers.

And Michael was the figure that flashed in his mind.

A singer who can break down racial boundaries, he feels like no one else can do it except Michael.

After all, Michael was popular all over the world back then, and whoever loves music would not jump two steps with his music.

"Michael?"

"But isn't Michael white? Nor is he black."

Peng Yuchang scratched the back of his head in wonder.

Mr. Huang probably remembered it wrong, he has seen Michael's music or video.

The skin color is white, how can it be black?

"..."

When Huang Lei heard the words, he felt a few black lines on his forehead.

Although the skin of the black man is black, it does not mean that the skin of the black man must be black.

"Michael's skin color was changed because of his skin disease. The original skin color is still black."

"So it's like this, let's just say, the skin color of black people can still be bleached."

"Grandpa, do you know Michael from space dancing?"

When Huang Lei heard Peng Yuchang's words, he didn't want to talk to him even more.

Also bleach.

If you think about it, you will know how it is possible to bleach your skin.

He'd better keep listening to the all-time singer.

"Well, it's him, old man. I even learned the space dance from him at the time."

Ye Qing smiled and nodded.

He remembered that when he saw the child changing the space dance, he thought it was very interesting, so he asked the child to teach him.

It's just that when he was learning that dance, that posture was really a bit ugly.

When I watched that kid practice, I thought it was quite handsome and interesting, but when I practiced by myself, it was so unattractive.

"He taught you how to dance?"

These words made everyone startled.

I'm used to hearing the old man teach others, but now I'm not used to being taught by others.

And it's not very strange for the old man to know how to play musical instruments and poetry, but it's a bit strange for the old man to dance in space.

Thinking of this, they all looked at the old man with lights in their eyes.

I really want to see what the old man dances like.

(End of this chapter)