This is the story about my great grand grand grand etc. uncle, Giovanni Oro. Giovanni Oro was born in Pisa in 1742 and died in peace in 1819. (I stress this because word have it that he died in pieces, which is wrong.) Of course, he also died in Pisa...
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Giovanni Oro was a multitalented genious, but unfortunatly, also a multihandicapped genious. He worked as an artist, an inventor and scientist. His boatdesign was later used for the building of Titanic. He also designed airplanes that could have been capable of flying if he had access to an engine powerful enough to overcome the lack of wings. But most of all he was a skilled composer. This is impressing considering the fact that he was muslectict, which is the musical parallel of dyslectic, which of course, he also was - in addition to shortsighted. Muslexy is a very rare dysfunction, believed (by most basses) to occur at an astonishing rate among tenors. |
So some of you might think that Giovanni Oro also was a tenor, but we will never know that for sure, since he could not sing. It is reported that not only the books fell out of the shelves when he sang, but the letters fell out of the books as well. (No wonder he couldn't read) So I guess he must have been a tenor after all...
Still his vocal capacity was virtuously compared to his instrumental skill. He played the violin rather violently. He often blew his own trumpet, but let the trombone slide. He was simply not able to play the piano, although he frequently did, and I think that is why he eventually was given a very high position in Pisa: He was working at the top of the leaning tower as counterbalance. 30 years in this position gave him a slight problems with his balance. For example, when trying to conduct his own work, he tended to fall down from the conductor platform from time to time, . This is how he met his wife, Madonna di Campiglio. She played the violin, and he virtually fell in love on her. This was most fortunate, because until that day, his lovelife had been very complicated, beeing both colour-blind and sexblind as he was. This means that he could not tell the difference between eg. a white man and a black woman, or vice verca, ..whatever that means. Beeing very straight, albeit leaning, this caused him a lot of trouble in his youth, as you can imagine. Madonna never played the the violin again (it was crushed) and devoted her life to support her husband, something he badly needed.
Anyhow, he loved conducting, but as a result of his muslexy, he never knew if he had given the orcestra the right notes, but since he also was tone-deaf, he was always quite happy with the result. Giovanni Oro had serious problems with his short-time memory. as well as minor problems with the long-time memory. This was a result of his research in physics. As he said in one of his clearer moments: "Experimenting with electrisity is a silly thing to do, beeing a conductor". And we may add, trying to find the exact limit of impact where the human skull would brake, is not much wiser. He suddenly found it, and this was concidered a major brake-trough in skull-science. It's a pity that he was never able to recall it himself. This lack of memory has its side effects on his compositions. For instance, he once composed the opera “La triviata” no less than five times. I don’t know why, they are most boring pieces, all of them. But instead of throwing away the previous versions, he just added them. So La triviata is now a 15 hour maraton-opera never staged, and never listened to. No wonder he is called the Pisa-Wagner. His operas are very fragmented and dynamic. The lines are short, not unlike the Puccini style, although not by intention. Things change suddenly. Main characters keep dissapearing, only to reappear in other operas. New characters are brought in for seamingly no reason, and all sorts of strange things happen. Just read the synopsis of "The Fleeing Dodgem" , and you will understand (not the synopsis, but what I mean). This reaches the peak in his least unfamous opera, I messageri. The synopsis is totally incomprehensible, so it may be, and constantly is, intrepreted in a variety of ways. Two main schools of interpretations have emerged, though. The first is the Buffa-interpretation, and the second is a highly sohisticated, and philosophical one.
The story is so completely blood-dripping, awsome and horryfying that I can't even tell you half of it, in fact I shall only tell you the start and the end. Macdeath starts off as an assistent for a knife-smith, but killed his boss and used him as meet for his macdeath burgers. The rest is sensured. Lets just say that an endless series of raping and killing finally ends when he has become the president of russia, after killing the duma, and half the nation, and raping the other half. In russia, of course, this is common, and does not even cause people to raise their eyebows. And, since the international diplomacy is so diplomatic, Macdeath is accepted as russias rightful leader. He appears in the UN, where he also tries to create chaos by throwing hand-granades after the american president, but since it is made in russia, it does not cause any damage.