That thing you feel when the main theme -don’t actually know what is it called- returns in the piece you’re listening, but it’s different from the first time it appeared, and you just feel like closure but also certain nostalgia.
Classical music it’s just amazing, I can’t deal with the number of feelings.
Tessa and Scott’s 5th Symphony program is them deliberately showing off, without being showoffs. It blows the mind…
The control, dance-literacy and deftness you have to have to nail this choreography… 10 years on and it’s still such a high-level piece.
one point, as the strings ascend in the main theme, they stop for a good two
seconds in the middle
of the rink, right when the music feels like it’s unveiling some great mystery…
They have like 4 minutes to show the judges what they can do and they chose to show them this… because they’re in complete control and this needed to be said… ART
And then at another point,
right as the strings !swell! there’s a gorgeous lift, and they continue to move from one critical lift position to the next..
only to land her gently on the descending chords.
It’s a proper showcase of their expert skating abilities, musicality and emotivity [is that a word]. Talent jumped!
I literally cant! And neither can any
of y’all other ice dance faves!
A favourite recording from the past. I was brought this L.P. for Christmas 1970, when I was 18, by a boyfriend. I played it a lot. I had just discovered the early symphonies of Mahler, and had become a Mahler, Joni Mitchell and Barbra Streisand fan.
I was fascinated by the way Mahler’s songs were woven into his early symphonies. Geraint Evans sings the military songs wonderfully in a very commanding and bombastic manner, and of course Janet Baker and Mahler are incomparable. I love the song St. Anthony’s Sermon to the Fishes, which Mahler used in his second symphony.
The songs are often funny, sometime tragic, and full of satire.
I wonder what ever happened to the boyfriend who bought me the L.P. I suppose people drift in and out of our lives, and some we loose any further knowledge of.
After listening to the first movement of a good (no, let’s make that great), of a GREAT performance of Concerto for Orchestra (and right now I can think of only two) you should feel absolutely drained. And then that’s just the beginning. So where the fuck to go from there? Well, you have to go to something silly, or grotesque, or schmaltzy. And I realize, just now, that that’s exactly what happens in Mahler 9 and Tchaikovsky 6 too. I mean, you’ve just killed the world, so what can you do except go Duck Soup.
Okay. So me and my friends were chilling with our instruments and jamming and I started playing the bass solo from Mahler 1 and my friend had his bass recorder and he started playing the bassoon part and my brother started playing the orchestra part on the piano. It was amazing. I have the coolest friends.