I know I said I wasn’t going to post anything today but then I read this about the Buffalo Philharmonic and I was intrigued by Kelly’s description of the orchestra as “rather like dark chocolate, deeply rich and complex,” so I went searching on Youtube and found this seasonally appropriate piece that I had not heard before.
I like this quite a lot.
For the people who have gone and all the days we had;
for the person who has just arrived and all the days we will have…
This is supposed to be the most relaxing tune ever.
Poppycock. (I love that word.) I listened to the whole thing and I think it actually made me a little bit tense. That constant droning… it’s like an insect buzzing around the room. So what is the most relaxing tune ever? (IMO, of course) The first that comes to mind is Silent Night as performed by Mannheim Steamroller. As for the most relaxing non-seasonal tune… I’ll have to think about that.
This is actually not the Ground in d minor that I was looking for but it is very nice. Appropriate for autumn, I think.
A world of thank you’s to Jaquandor for introducing me to the music of Dougie MacClean.
Here’s another one.
This is for someone special. You know who you are.
This is only the third piece by Sarasate that I have heard.
This might be taken as slightly ironic since the temperature this morning is in the 50′s F.
I’m not a Philip Glass fan but this is cool.
Beautiful and very interesting.
One of the things I love most about the Internet is searching for one thing and finding something else that I had never heard of before, though I have definitely heard today’s find.
When I saw this list, 27 Of The Most Mind-Bogglingly Stupid Song Lyrics Of All Time, I was prepared to make fun of it and people who don’t get stuff like metaphors and analogy because that’s what “stupid song lyrics” lists usually turn out to be. But most of these really do sound mind-bogglingly stupid.
The only one that I have actually heard is MacArthur Park. I guess that makes me… I don’t know… old or something? To be fair to the rest of them (and I really do hate to be fair to any of those) the MacArthur Park lyrics don’t sound nearly as stupid when they’re sung as they do when you read them. At least not to me but I don’t pay all that much attention to lyrics anyway.
It’s strange… I hear the words but the literal meaning doesn’t always get through. The words are just part of the music, like notes. One particularly funny example is Lola. I had been hearing this song for several years and certain words popped out – like “Lola” and “cherry cola” – but most of it just went right past me. Then one day some years back I was driving through Tulsa and this song came on the radio (This was during the years when Tulsa did not have a classical station) and I have no idea why but I actually heard all the lyrics. For the first time I understood what the song is about.
So lyrics don’t really mean all that much to me anyway. I prefer music without any words at all. Or with words in a language I don’t understand. Especially Latin. It’s all about the music.
Bach’s music is, to me, architectural. It is mathematical. Now, to some that might make it sound like the music is clinical and sterile in emotion, but nothing could be further from the truth. Bach’s music often suggests, more than any other composer’s, something cosmic, and his work springs from the deep connections between music and mathematics. It’s the primal sense of wonder that may well be the very first emotion we all experience, that sense of grandeur before a Universe that is vaster than we can conceptualize and yet we have innate abilities to conceptualize a great deal of it. That’s what Bach means to me.
It might be that “writing about music is like dancing about architecture,” but that’s some good writing about music. When you try to write about music it is easy to sound pompous. The best way to is not to write about the music itself but to write about how you feel about the music. And that can be hard too.
I really wish Hollywood would get over the whole Psychotic Criminal Weirdos Listening to Classical Music thing. I’m looking at you this time, Fox.
This is not my usual sort of thing but I like it. (Found here)
Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor on piano? That’s so wrong. But it so works. In music, sometimes wrong can be very good.
Oh, and then there’s this.
Not bad actually.
*J.S. Bach was born on today’s date in 1685.
The classical radio station here (not the one we have now but the different one we had in the 90′s) used to play this a lot. At first I didn’t care for it, as I generally prefer more gentle piano pieces, but I got used to hearing it and slowly warmed up to it and somehow came around to feeling that this is one of the most incredible things ever recorded. I have run into people on certain message boards who were much less impressed by it but like Kelly said, “…there’s a reason cliches become so in the first place.” I feel sorry for people who are so afraid of being un-cool or unsophisticated that they can’t just enjoy beautiful things. (And yes, I understand that not everyone likes the same things but I can tell the difference between that and someone just being snobby.)
The lyrics you heard as a child will always be the right lyrics. Everything else will always sound wrong. My mother had a two record set of Christmas music by the Longines Symphonette. (I don’t know what happened to it.) One of the songs on it was Oh Holy Night. One line of the lyrics was different from every other version I have heard. Instead of, “A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,” it was, “A song of joy through all the world there echos”. I have searched for years and still can’t find another version with the “right” lyrics.
However, I couldn’t resist Jim Nabors. You probably have to be at least my age to understand why this is surprising.
But I think from now on this will be my favorite recording of Oh Holy Night. You can’t be annoyed by the lyrics if you can’t understand them.