First, the music. And first, by entreating my wife: What kind of music was that? Knowing her major, career, and current interests, I no more expect an answer from her than from me.
According to my instructor, the correct answer to the kind of music is “discordant.” But the more I inquire, the more she insists that she is just “no help on that score” [pun delightfully intended].
Wikipedia speaks of Rossini’s inspired, song-like melodies (earning him the nickname “The Italian Mozart”); whereas no search results are expected to show up for Vittorio Montalti.
So what were the instruments we heard? (Hard to see, without opera glasses, from the cheap seats. And as my 6th grade teacher could attest, how very little did I show a distinguishing ear.)
Before I hear from Rebecca, my best guess would be percussive. The guy on the far right side had a string of instruments (by no means, string instruments) he was running between.
The whole thing sounded electronic to me, sort of John Cagey in a more continuous, melodic sort of way. Otherwise, how would a single, solitary note ever get sung?
Beyond these few, pitiful excuses for something to say about this obviously modern music, we expend our learning lesson on the headlines in the paper: “Rientro a scuola per piu di 5mila studenti.”
