{"id":535,"date":"2010-10-11T21:33:24","date_gmt":"2010-10-11T21:33:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/lifesapitch\/wp\/?p=535"},"modified":"2010-10-11T21:33:24","modified_gmt":"2010-10-11T21:33:24","slug":"ill_give_you_a_thousand_dollar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/lifesapitch\/2010\/10\/ill_give_you_a_thousand_dollar\/","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;ll give you a thousand dollars if you don&#8217;t make me go."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Inspired by Aaron Sorkin&#8217;s excellent screenplay for <i>The Social Network <\/i>(which really is worth seeing), I&#8217;ve been watching <i>The West Wing <\/i>for the second time through. <\/p>\n<p>I always liked President Bartlet, mostly because they make it fairly clear that he was supposed to be a professor at Dartmouth, but also because he uses a lot of Latin unnecessarily. That said, I was dismayed to learn that he does not support contemporary classical music! The set-up for this bad news is that President Bartlet is forced to go see The Reykjavik Symphony Orchestra at the Kennedy Center one night because he canceled the previous day&#8217;s meeting with the Icelandic Ambassador (something about whale hunting). The President is already in a foul state of mind to see a concert (&#8220;I&#8217;ll give you a thousand dollars if you don&#8217;t make me go.&#8221;), and we all know how happy we are at concerts we really don&#8217;t want to be attending.<br \/><font size=\"2\"><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif\"><br \/><\/font><\/font>From the transcript of the episode <i>Galileo<\/i> in the second season:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>CUT TO: INT. THE PRESIDENT&#8217;S LIMOUSINE &#8211; NIGHT<br \/>Bartlet and Charlie, in tuxedos, are riding inside.<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Do you know what they&#8217;re playing?<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>I&#8217;m sorry, sir?<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>The Reykjavik Symphony. Do we know what they&#8217;re playing and for how long<br \/>they&#8217;re playing it?<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>[looking at program] It says here &#8216;an evening of modern music.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Turn the car around.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>[reading] &#8216;The orchestra features 90 pieces, including anvils and castanets.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Turn the car around.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>Modern music is cool.<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Modern music sucks. Anything written after 1860 sucks.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>[reading] &#8216;Samuel Barber, Symphony No. 2.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Sucks.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>[reading] &#8216;Stravinsky, Variations on a Theme.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Sucks.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>[reading] &#8216;Schoenberg, Enlightened Night for String Orchestra.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Totally blows.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>[reading] &#8216;After intermission, they&#8217;ll be performing the world premiere of<br \/>a piece&#8230;&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Played on teapots and gefilte fish.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>[reading] &#8216;&#8230;by a new Icelandic composer.&#8217; They told me he got so nervous<br \/>when he heard you were coming that he was rewriting the piece until 6 o&#8217;clock.<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>If he wants more time, I&#8217;d be happy to take a rain check.<\/p>\n<p>CHARLIE<br \/>I thought you liked classical music.<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>This is not classical music. It is not classical music if the guy finished<br \/>writing it this afternoon.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(I think I&#8217;ve actually seen <i>Chorus for Teapots and Gefilte Fish <\/i>at The Stone?)<\/p>\n<p>I was all upset by Josiah Bartlet&#8217;s close-mindedness, but it turns out, the Icelandic composer proves him wrong! OK, he&#8217;s still not sold on Schoenberg, but at the end of the episode, we have this exchange:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>BARTLET<br \/>C.J.?<\/p>\n<p>C.J. approaches.<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Did you hear the end of the concert?<\/p>\n<p>C.J.<br \/>I didn&#8217;t hear much of the concert at all. How was it?<\/p>\n<p>He takes a cigar and lights it.<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>Well, first of all, let&#8217;s not kid ourselves. The Reykjavik Symphony can<br \/>play. These guys have some serious game. In this particular case, their talents were tragically misapplied to an atonal nightmare of pretention, but after intermission&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>He heads outside to the COLONNADE to smoke his cigar as C.J. follows. He<br \/>walks to a pillar and looks up to the night sky.<\/p>\n<p>C.J.<br \/>After intermission?<\/p>\n<p>BARTLET<br \/>They played a piece by a new composer. First, I wasn&#8217;t hearing it. I had 19<br \/>different things on my mind, but then I did, and C.J., it was magnificent. It was genius. He built these themes, and at the beginning, it was just an intellectual exercise, which is fun enough, I guess, but then in the fourth movement, he just let it go. I really didn&#8217;t think I could be surprised by music anymore. I thought about all the times this guy must&#8217;ve heard that his music was no good&#8230; I&#8217;ve got to write this guy a letter.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>In the next episode, Yo-Yo Ma performs at the White House Christmas party. He does not play anything from Iceland. <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"YoYoMaWestWing.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/lifesapitch\/YoYoMaWestWing.jpg\" class=\"mt-image-center\" style=\"margin: 0pt auto 20px; text-align: center; display: block;\" height=\"374\" width=\"500\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Inspired by Aaron Sorkin&#8217;s excellent screenplay for The Social Network (which really is worth seeing), I&#8217;ve been watching The West Wing for the second time through. 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