Lisztober #20: Two Legends
So, dear people, the time has come. The Maidchen are now officially making remixes for other bands. So if you're up for a cooperation, we're ready. So, from November on, please ;) If you're also interested in seeing how we work on a everyday basis, what equipment and programmes we use to bring a Maiden song to life, we're happy to give you an exclusive insight here, about both, hard human work & "eroticism of the machine" (thank you, @7i74 for this :)) So, feel free to say/ask anything. I'll also add an ‘ask me anything’ option to the blog.
And this is a total brainf****: On the one hand, I'm sitting here trying to write something on the subject of Rome that isn't completely silly, while on the other hand, I've got a full load of hard cyberpunk dystopia banging in my headphones, which I have to somehow give our ‘delicate’ (haha) signature.
So let's quickly move on to today's topic, Two Legends:
No, no Wagner today, although I assume that - considering the chronological sequence of the topics - that was the intention, wasn't it, @franzliszt-official? (Besides, Wagner was not a ‘legend’, but an arse!!!!...that's why: Chopin again. The true second legend in Franz's life.)
‘Dear former friend, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you again, even at the risk of appearing boring to you, that my affection and admiration will always remain the same for you and that you can dispose of me at any opportunity as you would a friend.’
Oh, Franz. You can't be blamed for not trying to get Chip-Chip afterwards. You probably only meant well. But as is so often the case, the road to hell is plastered with good intentions. Frederic was already so fed up with you at this point that he didn't even reply.
And that brings us back to the point from the day before yesterday: the bubble. Artistic relationships can be really difficult, even platonic ones (do I still wish that something romantic had happened between anyway? SÌ.) Especially when two such unequal geniuses as Franz and Frédéric are facing each other.
One was the permanently overexcited sunny boy, the other the snobby gothboi who must have been really fun at parties. And then there was the jealousy and competitive pressure, the fact that Franz had banged Pleyel in Chopin's flat....and the hysterical Marie D'Agoult with her annoying jealous behaviour.
The fuel for a perfect telenovela.
You can imagine that Franz's ‘I WANT TO REVIEW MY FRIEND'S CONCERT IN THE NEWSPAPER MYSELF’ was the final nail in the coffin of the weariness of the urge for recognition that Liszt occasionally displayed. For Franz it was a token of friendship, Chopin found it terrible. That's how you can misunderstand each other.
There were times
When we still laughed together
And spent the nights together
And when I think of it now
How we used to be
Without comparing our dicks
And without bragging
I ask myself
What ever happened to us?
Why the hell
Have we distanced ourselves?
You're the loudest
When you don't speak
You the legend
And I, the little light
You love the thought
You had discovered me
My whole existence
Serves only your purpose
You bring me forth
Whenever it pleases you
And you live in your
own world only
You're the loudest
When you don't speak
You, the legend
And I, the little light
You hate it
When I revolt
I think this is about
More than your honour alone
With one blow
From the back of your hand
You have depriven my work
You try to suffocate me
Yet I shine
You, the legend
And I, the little light
All criticism
Bounces off from you
You hate every idea of mine
I'm so sick of it all
It wasn't about
Which one of us is better
I have just Missed you as a friend
You show me so much ignorance
With your actions
I saw it coming
Yes, it has been expected
Resentment
Does not suit you
Nor You,the legend
Nor me, the little light