Lang Lang is the world's greatest pianist. On stage, he performs so elegantly, so beautifully, so passionately, that your heart catches in your throat. In reality, he's full of childlike humor and youth. He’ll perform in Carnegie Hall, and tap out “Flight of the Bumblebee” ..on an iPad. He’ll play Chopin’s “Black Keys” -no, not with his fingers- but by rolling an orange on the piano. His quirks and charm keep his playing interesting.. but at what cost?
When I first saw this video of Lang Lang, I was truly shown his immense passion for music. My jaw dropped as I watched him excitedly point out melodies I couldn’t hear, phrases I couldn’t see, harmonies I couldn’t even begin to understand. At one point, he flew out of the piano bench in a frenzy, acting out a scene he envisioned in the music.
However, the horrible comments on the video were terribly cruel. People mocked him ruthlessly. Comments such as “crazy” and “mad” kept popping up. "Looks like someone had too many dumplings." "Lang Lang, enough with the drugs." Jealously turned these people to mock everything: his hair, his ethnicity, his features. I was astounded that these people thought his performance was anything less than perfection.
Lang Lang’s craziness is absolutely thrilling. His genius for music is inspiring and beautiful. Does he see the packed audience or the glaring spotlights when he goes onstage? No, he sees only the piano, and the new melodies waiting to be shared. It’s unthinkable that these “haters” don’t admire his raw talent. I hope they get smashed in the face with that orange