//------------------------------// // Twilight's Musical Rant // Story: Fantasia: Equestria // by SterlingC //------------------------------// Our first organ piece to be featured in this fimfic! Twilight reflects on reading in this short! I love all kinds of books. The novel however occupies a special place in my heart. Coco Crusoe, Pride and Prejudice, Poniver Twist, the list just goes on and on! There’s so many novels I’ve whizzed through that it would take a lifetime to name all the ones I’ve already read and reread! Reading a novel is much like listening to Frederick Horseshoepin play an organ piece by the legendary Fugal Art. According to a biography of the composer, Fugal always started with a single melody that sounded on its own. This melody then came back later in the piece like a recorder on repeat. But the melody always sounded different each time it was played. Sometimes, it arrived at a different scale. Other times it resonated from the bottom, even with all the other notes playing above it. When I heard Frederick play Fugal Art’s “Little Fugue” for organ at his Ponyville concert the other night, I had to get a copy of the recording. The desire of hearing what the biographer heard overtook me like a refined fire! Fortunately, the castle had an entire room dedicated to music, so I managed to get myself a recording pretty easily! I listened to the piece over and over again. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally managed to pick out the method to his seeming madness! There it was… the melody that started low and then jumped around like the Crusaders whenever they’re excited! At one point, the melody rung out at the low register while the highest notes had this sort of trill at the top. What made it difficult to find the melody were the times when the notes just seemed to dance, even without the melody ringing about! After listening to the recording at least fifty times, I think I can see what the biographer meant. Looking back at the hours I spent on my couch listening to the piece, I realized that I was doing much the same thing whenever I read the same novel multiple times. Well, with the exception of Spike asking me to turn the music down because it was so loud! Like the fugue, every novel I’ve read started with an exposition that described the setting. Like the melody, the exposition set the tune the novel took, whether it be darkness in Lord of the Flies, or marriage with Manesfield Park. Then the melody would become hidden to the naked eye, but revealed when one took a closer reading to heart like I did when I listened closely to this fugue. Objects personified and symbolized became ways through which the themes and motifs were conveyed in a novel. In the same way, the fugue at different scales evoked different emotions in me, whether it be awe or dismay! The more I listened to the piece, the more I imagined a tree like Applejack’s Bloomberg. Like every tree, Bloomberg started from the ground. To any other pony, the Bloomberg sapling looked valueless, worthy of sending to the dump. But if one were patient and caring enough like Applejack, then the sapling would slowly grow a strong stem that gradually extended its branches to the sky. By the time the tree grew as mighty as Bloomberg, its many branches, when traced, would lead back to the stem, whether a few inches or a few miles away! Much like a tree, the literary and musical work started off with a simple melody that set the tone for the piece. As the works progressed, more and more branches would be added that complemented the story rather than complicated it if one looked carefully enough. I should probably make an essay out of this. No, a Princess Celestia letter would be much more fitting! I could send a recording of the piece to her and teach her the art of the Fugue as conveyed by the great Fugal Art! Many aspects of life can be learned with the help of other ponies if one were open enough to try! That could be my friendship lesson! Perhaps I could dig through the library for some more fugues! I’ve only discovered the music library recently when I bumped into a metallic wall in the castle’s interior! I’d best get rushing to the music collection then! Who would have thought such a bump would lead to such a find?! Better yet, who would have thought that a friendship lesson could be learned from an organ piece?