In the classical world of music there's this tendency that the composers have a negative relationship with their most highly praised and popular pieces of grandeur.
Chopin hated his Fantaisie Impromptu, Op. 66; Ravel, his Bolero; Liszt didn't let his students play his Sonata in B Minor(because they couldn't play it right); and most interestingly in relation to this episode of Mr. Robot - eXit, Rachmaninoff had enough of playing his prelude in C-sharp minor, Op. 3 No. 2 at every concert because of the popularity of the piece.
However grim, these events are beautiful in their own way. They make these composers very human.
About Op. 3 No. 2 the legend goes: Sergei Rachmaninoff is at a funeral and people in black clothing are standing around an open grave and mourning before a final goodbye. Sergei joins the bunch and bends over to look down into the grave. Horror strikes as he realize it is he himself lying in the grave. Second page starts playing from your fingers and goosebumps set in.
I've been playing quite a lot of piano through my young years, and the thought of that story gave me goosebumps every time I got to the second page of playing the prelude, imagining looking down on myself in a grave.
When I watched the last 20 seconds of eXit, I got goosebumps, and that is very rare for me. I can't explain the strong feeling I felt from this plot twist other than associating it with the stomach-turning piece written by Rachmaninoff. The legend lives on.
Chopin hated his Fantaisie Impromptu, Op. 66; Ravel, his Bolero; Liszt didn't let his students play his Sonata in B Minor(because they couldn't play it right); and most interestingly in relation to this episode of Mr. Robot - eXit, Rachmaninoff had enough of playing his prelude in C-sharp minor, Op. 3 No. 2 at every concert because of the popularity of the piece.
However grim, these events are beautiful in their own way. They make these composers very human.
About Op. 3 No. 2 the legend goes: Sergei Rachmaninoff is at a funeral and people in black clothing are standing around an open grave and mourning before a final goodbye. Sergei joins the bunch and bends over to look down into the grave. Horror strikes as he realize it is he himself lying in the grave. Second page starts playing from your fingers and goosebumps set in.
I've been playing quite a lot of piano through my young years, and the thought of that story gave me goosebumps every time I got to the second page of playing the prelude, imagining looking down on myself in a grave.
When I watched the last 20 seconds of eXit, I got goosebumps, and that is very rare for me. I can't explain the strong feeling I felt from this plot twist other than associating it with the stomach-turning piece written by Rachmaninoff. The legend lives on.