Greasy poll
Next time you feel like rolling your eyes at one of La Cieca’s informal for-entertainment-only polls, put then back in your head and gaze on this silliness.
Next time you feel like rolling your eyes at one of La Cieca’s informal for-entertainment-only polls, put then back in your head and gaze on this silliness.
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Sweet Sanford – when that blessed day comes that I am vacuuming the floor to the strains emmanating from the CD player, I hope you won’t mind too much if the two Die Tote Stadt arias go on first, followed by the second and third act of Aida (or any part of Traviata except the final scene). I wish la Moffo had done Die Tote Stadt.
Ruxton, my own beloved, you may listen to the Korngold. And actually, I really loved Rennaaayyy’s performance of it.
Anna is okay, but this is the shit.
I adore Leontyne’s version of the aria — she always sounds so sincere in German too — but it would have been better if she’d been a bit further from the mic. That applies to the entire album it comes off.
Love the album cover pics of LP on this. What one could get away with in the 70s! Nothing gets between a diva and her marabou.
I like this one, myself
Simply stunning!
Mmmm – comments not always coming out in the right place. Love Pilar but la Price does it for me every time.
I hope you won’t mind too much if the two Die Tote Stadt arias go on first
Is the second one the Pierrot Lied?
Oh thank you my Sweetest Sanford – I’m so glad you don’t mind because those two arias are great at any time- when candle light dining or having bubble baths or giving massages to… a world of possibilities…and doubly glad that you also don’t mind Rennaayyyys sumptuous version of it. It’s gorgeous.
Yes Dear Henry, it surely is. I adore the Pierrot Lied…one of my secret pleasures.
I’ve never understood people who do down Purcell – especially the British (he is much more performed in continental Europe). He is one of the most harmonically and melodically interesting composers that the Western European tradition has produced. Some of his chamber music is heartbreaking…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0G1q1e_OI18&feature=related
Well said.
How can you not love the music from a man who wrote the most stunning little semi-opera of all time, The Fairy Queen:
httpv://www.youtube.com/user/OedipusTyrannus#p/u/17/DkNymuNriRk
Try again?
Might we also quibble that “Gluck das mir verblieb,” in spite of appearing as a solo in some aria collections, is actually a duet?
That Jessye is as grand as an Elizabethan ruff.
At least there’s a Bellini and the Liebestod.
And what a lovely thing that When I am laid comes out first. So appropriate, in many ways.
Dido’s Lament also has a particular resonance being part of the music played (after “Nimrod”) during the Remembrance Sunday service each year to remember the war dead.
From Muriel Barbery’s astounding The Elegance of the Hedgehog: Renée is the concierge in a luxury apartment building, hiding her own vast intelligence and learning, and utter cynicism, until she is found out by a perceptive new tenant from Japan.
She enters his apartment for dinner and hears the strains of Dido’s Lament. Her reflections:
“In my opinion, the most beautiful music for the human voice on earth. It is beyond beautiful, it is sublime, because of the dense succession of sounds, as if each were linked to the next by an invisible force and, while each one remains distinct, they all melt into one another, at the edge of the human voice, verging on an animal cry. But there is a beauty in these sounds that no animal cry can ever attain, a beauty born of the subversion of phonetic articulation and the transgression of the careful verbal language that ordinarily creates distinct sounds.
Broken steps, melting sounds.
Art is life, playing to other rhythms.”
The theme of the Lament continues to thread through the rest of the novel and is one “moment” of beauty (among several) that ultimately redeems her life.
The superb author is French–as you may have guessed from the philosophizing–not British.
Is there nothing that Fleming woman can’t do?
RIEN, absolument RIEN. C’est pourquoi on l’appelle Renée, La Reine de Rien!
I suppose one day Renee may marry again.
Would La Cieca like to sing at her wedding?
What would the song be?
Marietta’s Lied?