The Soloist of Soul

Roselyn 2022-11-28 11:24:03

"Beauty is art;music is beauty."---Nathaniel
"All I want to do is to play music,and here is the problem ,that I 'm having right here,this one's gone,this one'gong,this little one's out of commission~~~" The homeless musician, who wears in rags and plays the violin with two strings in the street, leaves a deep impression on me.
I ever thought that almost all the musicians or the artists should wear suits and play the musical instruments in a concert , gracefully.But Nathaniel is the opposite one .In the film, he is quite absorbed in his music with his poor violin in the street or the tunnel.What's more,the nature and the whole city are his audiences ````so unique Nathaniel is !
Maybe someone would say that Nathaniel is mentally ill. Yeah, I do agree with them. But I strongly believe that Nathaniel is the true musician who loves music from his deepen heart so crazily and I think his love comes from the faith for art. Steve Lopez ever said that he 've never loved anything the way Nathaniel loves music. Maybe it is the same with all of us!
Fortunately ,with the help of friendship between Steve Lopez ,Nthaniel finally recover from the mental ill.The last scene in the film,this two heroes are enjoying a concert sitting in silence. Just as Steve said : I can tell you that by witnessing Mr .Ayers's courage in humility ,his faith in the power of his art .I've learned the dignity of being loyal to something you believe in of holding onto it ,above all else of believing without question that it will carry you home."
This is what I learned from this film.
Now Nathaniel is restarting his new life ,and I'd llike to tell him I am always looking forward to his music```

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  • Nathaniel Ayers: [going to sleep] Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. Just keep it coming. There's plenty. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

    Steve Lopez: [narrating] I knew only part of his story. I knew him playing the violin on a dairy crate in the morning sun, suspended somewhere between boy genius and lost traveler. Every night my friend Nathaniel tucks his instruments away and lays his head among the predators and hustlers, among the fallen drunks sprawled in the streets, as rats the size of meatloaves dart out of the drains to feed off the squalor.

    Nathaniel Ayers: Lead us not into temptation. For thine is kingdom, the power and the glory, forever. Forever and ever.

    Steve Lopez: [narrating] I tell him this is no place for him. He says he wants to be here. He says this is his choice. Should I take him at his word, or should I try to force him inside? Wouldn't a little arm-twisting be more humane than leaving him here on the streets in this lost colony of broken, helpless souls?

    Nathaniel Ayers: I hope you sleep well, Mr. Lopez. I hope the whole world sleeps well.

  • Steve Lopez: Every now and then, the hearts, minds, and wallets of the city's officials open simultaneously. And when that happens, every now and then, the city is a better place for it.