{"id":2353,"date":"2017-05-18T13:39:03","date_gmt":"2017-05-18T13:39:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fdrt.net\/wordpress\/?p=2353"},"modified":"2025-06-09T13:43:49","modified_gmt":"2025-06-09T13:43:49","slug":"pensees-vagabondes-17-la-clef-de-sol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/?p=2353","title":{"rendered":"Pens\u00e9es vagabondes&#8230; 17. La clef de sol"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><em>Parfois, on trouve la muse qu&rsquo;on trouve, c&rsquo;est la muse Hic.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><!--more-->On a vol\u00e9 la clef de sol, laissant les instruments sans ma\u00eetre, ni \u00e9talon ! La fl\u00fbte, enchant\u00e9e, fait feu de tout hautbois, les rondes font des pauses, les cuivres ne sont plus que des vol\u00e9es de croches !<\/p>\n<p>En d\u00e9sespoir de cause, on prit en lieu et place une clef de do, mais nul ne s\u2019accorda, trop grave \u00e0 Montaigu, et trop aig\u00fce \u00e0 Graves.<\/p>\n<p>Dom R\u00e9mi, auteur \u00e9minent dominant fulminant, fit fi de tout obstacle et misa sur un fa.<br \/>\nIl voulait di\u00e8ser ce fa vers le sol et y attela trois fausses notes.<br \/>\nH\u00e9las, les trois canards ne firent que simagr\u00e9es.<\/p>\n<p>Enfin, on retrouva le sol, mir\u00e9 par un geai qui l\u2019avait emport\u00e9. Le geai, ayant pris la clef des chants, se cr\u00fbt Ma\u00eetre Chanteur et durant plusieurs jours, s\u2019acharna \u00e0 \u00eatre l\u2019unique interpr\u00e8te \u00e0 la clef. Il s\u2019y \u00e9puisa tant qu\u2019on retrouva l\u2019ami geai sur le sol.<\/p>\n<p>Et on remit le sol dans un grand sac \u00e0 dos pour le ramener \u00e0 l\u2019orchestre.<br \/>\nLa clef s\u2019enficha, dans le sol de la salle o\u00f9 on joue d\u00e9sormais.<br \/>\nC\u2019est elle d\u00e9sormais qui veille sur toute partition de l\u2019orchestre et au pupitre, sur Dom R\u00e9mi.<\/p>\n<p>La clef, dor\u00e9e, si facile \u00e0 cirer, si facile \u00e0 mirer, mit raide aussi la sole, de l\u2019orchestre.<\/p>\n<p>Et tra-la-lyre !<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Philippe<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Parfois, on trouve la muse qu&rsquo;on trouve, c&rsquo;est la muse Hic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,142],"tags":[141],"class_list":["post-2353","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogging","category-pensees-vagabondes","tag-pensees-vagabondes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2353","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2353"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2353\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2355,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2353\/revisions\/2355"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2353"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2353"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.fredericdrouot.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}