The Germany-based Morgenstern Trio performed at the McCoy Theatre of the Maui Arts and Cultural Center on Friday October 24, 2014. As usual, it was the ONLY classical concert with a piano in it that I knew of, back in August 2014 when the 16-week semester began. As such, I urged my piano students to save the date. Every semester, I require my students to attend an approved concert and write a review. At the end of the term, I extract the best bits, edit, and post a blog here.
One review stood apart from the rest. It’s not a typical review by any means but one written by a student who writes daily and aspires to write fiction. I’ve received his permission to publish his review in its entirety.
The Morgenstern Trio, reviewed by Iosefa M. Manu
There was a festive redolence wafting in the night air, lingering in conjunction with an Irish melody. Ambling further along this rustic path, I was stifled by ancient voices, chanting in unison with persuasive hand gestures––a celebration of life blossoming into fruition. Keeping my gaze captivated, I fought back the siren’s song, beckoning me to follow their salacious movements. Not faltered, I continued on the rustic path leading toward the theater instead.
Anxiety built with each movement, enticing disenchanted souls to their respective seats. And with the lights shimmering, a haze enveloped the entire theater leaving behind a warm, sophisticated ambience.
Such a sweet fragrance added to the mystique of what would be remembered as an experience and not merely a one night encounter. And as if transported back in time, a true appreciation of the arts would be forever etched, masterfully manipulated into what could only be described as an orgasmic sensation.
Stymied briefly by the final movements of late stragglers, squeezing into their assigned seats, there was a deep pause as the remnants of restlessness finally dissipated.
Silence prevailed …
Moments later, The Morgenstern Trio took center stage.
A soft melody escaped through a meticulous labyrinth of strings and chords as each instrument accompanied their sister counterpart. Although competing for dominance, each sound was bound to their task master’s every command where a perfect melody emitted from the stage like dancing flames, licking at the chests of saints and sinners.
Vigorously, each puppet master pulled and stretched strings relentlessly, whipping the dancing flames into a roaring frenzy now tearing through chest cavities and rib cages of those hallowed souls.
Tears cascaded upon the fingertips of the pianist as he tore feverishly into the very core of his musical vehicle. Meanwhile, an eruption of intensity shrieked throughout the corridors like a screaming banshee, gnawing at the marrow of our celestial being.
Yet, possessed by this musical splendor, not a single soul was free from bondage as famished eyes glared on. And whether a person was new to the arts or a seasoned veteran, he or she received an experience not soon to be forgotten in this life time or the next.