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Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 18:28:59 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #299
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. This was from a time before computers
would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with friends in other
countries by actual letters sent through the postal service. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's after
2018, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 17 in this story, in Summer of year 7 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #299 "Vienna Discussion"
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At the appointed time, Chad and I ported to Vienna Austria. In an
office in the opera house, we met with some people. After polite
things, one said, "You speak Austrian German." I said "If we didn't, we
wouldn't know what you just said." Then I grinned, and they laughed. He
said "How many languages do you know?" I said, "Well, how many
languages do you want us to communicate in?" He was confused. I said "I
like communicating. Language is helpful for that. When I need one, I
learn it. I've been to a lot of places, so I know a lot of languages.
Such as the language that is music." One said "We have seen recordings
of your conducting. We offer to have you conduct the Vienna
Philharmonic." I nodded and said, "One of the best in the world, and
maybe the very best at times. What did you have in mind, for the
music?" One said "We thought to offer you the choice." I said "Oh,
couldn't decide?" Two of them laughed. He smiled and said, "We could
and did, but without a consensus." I said "I understand, too. I can't
decide, either. There is SO much I love. To help me, what were the
proposed pieces?" They said them. I said "I see what you mean. That
could take years." More smiles.
I said "I said in Russia, that I would like to conduct the big five
Russian romantic composers. What do you think of the current music
establishment there?" Silence. I waited. One burst out with, "Dirty
money grubbers. That's all they want, not art." I said "Would it be a
problem if I agreed with you, but with a little more politeness?" Some
laughed. I said "I have a problem. It could be possible that it could
be solved here. I've written three symphonies. The second premiered in
Thailand. I've been told that some there are still unable to get some
of the melodies out of their minds." More laughter. I said "My third,
may never be performed. It causes some interesting effects on people
which wouldn't do well in public, and definitely not with clothes on."
Chad confirmed that with his nodding. They were VERY intrigued.
I said "My first, would require the best orchestra in the world, and
me as the conductor. Even then, I don't know if it could be done. It
has never been attempted." One said, "May we have the score?" I said
"Yes, but it is VERY complicated. I have recorded a synthesized version
for showing. Another option is that I could create something new, here,
inspired by Austria and Vienna. Oh, I see I have created another
conflict. Should we call in a referee?" More laughter. I said "I
couldn't do that in Russia. I didn't feel love there. Here I do." Some
were ready to cry. I said "I didn't mean for the pastries, although
they should definitely not be discounted." Some laughter.
One said to the others, "We have to have him for more than one
performance." One said to me, "How many can you be available for?" I
said "Until the usual conductor starts looking for another orchestra."
One said "That would be me, and that was well said." I bowed in my
chair to him, which he returned. I said "The Boston Pops wants me this
Summer, but I think that is for just one performance." Chad said "We'll
be talking with them after this is decided." I said "Yes. The best,
first." That really pleased them. The conductor said, "How long will it
take for your proposed piece for us to be ready?" I said "Before I tell
you that, I should tell you a little about me, so you might believe it.
I have unusually accurate and sensitive hearing. I have total recall. I
have an intelligence which is too great to be measured. I can divide up
my mind into separate and independent compartments, and create programs
for them to run like computers. Even while I'm sleeping. Everything
I've written in music, I created in seconds, often just before I
preform it. As we have been speaking, I have been sending my mind out
into the city, and the country, experiencing the people and the
locations, and reviewing the music and art which have been created by
Austrians in the past. If you would like my 'Love of Vienna' symphony
to be written, I can do it now."
They were shocked speechless. Chad said "Do it." After a few seconds,
I said, "Done." I ported a memory card to my hand, and said, "This
contains synthesized audio files of what I just composed, which is my
4th symphony, and I included my first, and some solo piano things." I
put it on the table. I ported a stack of sheet music to the table, and
said it was the conductor's copy for the symphonies. I said to Chad,
"Did you know the mop waltz had words?" He said "No, you never told me.
Or the title." I said "The Fantasy Waltz." He said "It fits. Sing it?"
I said "If they want, when they recover."
After a while, one said, "You can sing, too?" I said "My first
successful musical experience in this life, was when I was asked to
sing, and I discovered I could. I was twelve. I'm a little older now,
and my voice has changed. Did Chad give you recordings of my ballet?"
He said "Yes. That was your voice?" I nodded, and he said, "You can
really sing!" I said "Er, thank you. I try to do my best with
everything I do. Well, except at golf. Stupid game." They laughed. He
said "Would you sing for us now?" I said "Chad will project the ice
skating performance where the waltz premiered, and I'll sing to that."
He did, like it was from his wrist computer. I sang it. Chad said "I
have to say it, Wow! It really works." They applauded, and I bowed. I
said to Chad, "Shall we do more?" He asked them, "Got a piano?"
We went to a different room, which had a piano and some chairs. Chad
played the Godfather waltz, and I sang it. Then Doctor Zhivago. Then I
sang more things they asked for. Then Chad dropped another bomb on
them. He said "Stephen can play any instrument at virtuoso level. Want
to try him?" They did. I said "I can port my own instruments here, if
we do that." Chad said "He makes them himself." I said to Chad, "If we
keep shocking them, their hospitals are going to be very busy." Some
laughter. I said "They are definitely NOT Russian promoters." More
laughter. One said "Flute?" I said "That's a little problem. I've made
a variety of them. Some that not even Chad has seen and heard. Some
sound a little different, like the diamond one." Chad said "Do that
one." I ported it to me, and played it. It earned some wows. I said
"The sound is too different, so it wouldn't work in the orchestra. This
one might."
I ported the damascus one to me, and played that. One said "If one
silent wow. I said "That much gold and platinum is not inexpensive. And
the special forging is unique, done with a lot of fancy calculations
for the desired audio properties. And from me, well, in some places,
I'm very embarrassed to say, they would build a Temple to hold it. I've
never sold any of the instruments I've made. In fact, the National
Museum in America wants this one, and my violin, for the museum after I
die. I'm not saying they want me to die right away, but I plan to be
extra careful around their staff." They laughed really well.
One said "Your humor is unusual for such a creative person." I said
"What's unusual about it?" He said "That you have it." I said "As I
child, when I was asked about that, I said, 'Language is the only toy
you can play with, that nobody can take away from you, that you never
have to hide, and you don't have to put it away when you're finished
with it.' Later, to praise and comfort a new friend, I said, 'Humor is
a good friend. Keep him happy, and you will be comforted even in the
worst times.' Humor is a useful tool for a lot of situations." He said
"You are wise." I bowed.
One said "Harp?" I ported one in, and took one of the chairs. I
played a new very difficult composition for them. They were very
impressed. Chad said "I don't recognize that." I said "I just made it
up." They were even more impressed. One said "Would you be willing to
play some instruments in concert?" I said "The Russians were more
interested in that, than in my conducting. That's why we are here and
not there. I can play any instrument anywhere, but I can't make
musicians for me to conduct. I would like to do that a few times before
I leave public life." He said "You will retire soon?" I said "Yes, when
Tibet is successful, and to raise my children in peace. In two or three
years, more or less. I still might do recordings, though." He said "And
after your children are grown?" I said "I will not be needed then, and
I will be gone. That subject is now closed. We are still looking all
over for opportunities to conduct an important orchestra. I would be
pleased if Vienna would be my first. That is your decision, if you act
fast. Part of the proceeds go to my charity for Tibet." Some nodded.
I said to the one who asked about my selling the flute, "Do you play
the Flute?" He said "No, but my son does." I said "Truthfully, how good
is he?" He said "Extremely good." Some of the others nodded. I said "Is
it his career?" He said "Yes. He is just starting as a soloist." I said
"What kind of instrument does he use?" He said "He uses one of silver."
I ported a box to me, and gave it to him. His hands were shaking, when
he put it on the piano to open it. I said "It is of platinum, the best
to play in an orchestra, if he wishes. A lot of calculations and
precision craftsmanship goes into my instruments, so it isn't just the
material which makes them sound better, although I do use special
alloys. I have never sold an instrument in this life, but I have given
gifts, when I feel the urge to. Such as now. May your son play it with
love." He was dripping tears. I said "I recommend that he doesn't tell
where it came from, or somebody will take it." He nodded. Chad said
"That's not like anything you've made before. It's amazing!" I said
"Love inspires me, like nothing else. I felt his love for his son. I
couldn't resist it. I hope it won't cause a problem." I received a lot
of heart felt thanks.
I said to the group, "Please review the files I gave you, of my first
and fourth symphonies, and perhaps the sheet music. Let us know your
decisions regarding my conducting here, as soon as you can, to beat all
the others we have been asking. Please keep my new music private for
now. Do we have anything else to discuss at this time?" We didn't. I
ported my things away, and glowed, and raised my arms, and wrapped them
in my love, and said, "May all you believe is holy, bless you with
their love and care. Thank you for allowing me to visit with you, and
to give you my love. Farewell, my friends, till we meet again." I
bowed, and when I straightened up, I made my silvery disappearance act,
with Chad.
In my living room, I said to Chad, "I like them much better than the
Russians. At least their language has articles." He laughed. I said
"Well, I miss them." He laughed some more. So did Hawk. Rose said "I
love what you did for that man." I said "So do I. I love doing that.
I'm SO fortunate that I can be that selfish." Hawk said "Make it
shellfish, and clam up." We laughed, and hugged and kissed.
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