Hey, Setanta, do ya also like Bach/Beethoven piano sonatas (especially Glenn Gould's interpretations)? (apologies for digression but I'm curious about the cute lil doggie's musical taste ...)
I went to a little trouble a few years ago, and carefuly searched the cd list at the Columbus Metropolitan Library (a beautiful old Carnegie library was completely rennovated recently, to expand the huge additional wing added years ago), and i found recordings of ol' Louis' sonata's recorded by Artur Rubenstein, Sviatoslav Richter and Vladimir Ashkenazi. I then went home, and carefully recorded two, one hundred minute tapes, leaving no "dead air" on any of the four sides of tape (i used Fur Elize to fill one gap), i recorded one tape of major key sonatas (the Waldstein is my favorite of those), and one tape of minor key sonatas (this was the one with Fur Elize filling a gap . . . the Pathétique is my favorite). I enjoyed these for several years . . . and then . . .
I'm headin' up the 401 highway in Ontario, headin' to Lovey's house, an' i'm taking the tape of the minor key sonatas (which i prefer to the major key sonatas) out of the tape player. I pay really good attention to traffic when i do things like that, so i'm watchin' the road, and not lookin' at the tape player. At that moment, some jerk in a mini-van with Michigan plates passes me, cuts in and slows down. I hit the clutch and the brake at the same time, and with my right hand, still holding the tape, i grabbed the shift lever, and managed to steer around the murderous idiot, and get out infront of a semi, slamming into fourth gear at between 75 and 80's miles an hour (pretty standard speed for everyone, trucks included, on the 401 in southwest Ontario), which made ol' Bessie scream, but i was up to 85 and pullin' away from all the dangerous fools in an instant.
And there was a streamer of twisted brown recording tape, which, doubled, was probably about eight feet long leading from the tape to the door of the tape player. I had been obliged to move so fast that i hadn't even time to drop the tape--i'd shifted with it in my hand.
I can't find the recording i made of the major key sonatas now . . . sigh . . .
It's a great life if you don't falter . . .
you may quote me on that . . .
amazing writing skills - most evocative ...
hopefully, the nice doggie was ok?
The nice doggie was waiting for my arrival, unwittingly, and told me, quite confidentially, when i had finally gotten to Lovey's house:
"No one ever rubs my belly . . . will you rub my belly?"
Time Out of Mind -- Bob Dylan
Was: Andras Schiff, Joseph Haydn Piano Sonatas (No. 49 is the best, "sneaky" music . . . )
Now: Sarah Vaughan, "The Gold Collection"
The question "what are you listening to right now?" makes me think it is a pity that some folks think, and it's their business I know, that there has to be some music playing.
I like music, but I don't like music on when I'm doing something else. I have to stop and concentrate on the music. And so, I prefer silence around the house mostly, so I can read and do lots of other stuff.
I should be doing some work but i'm other wise engrossed in listening to Electric Light Orchestra and talking to my special lady friend on IM
John Coltrane- "Chim Chim Cherie"
Mc Tag,
...I'm one of those people who doesn't feel right, unless music is playing, unless I'm watching TV. (and sometimes then) BTW, have you ever tried a rousing symphonic piece, while doing something mundane, like housework? works wonders for me.
Boo
Well, hi. Thought you were leavin' on the Trane.
I ain't listening to nuttin.
Gimme a ticket to airplane,
Ain't got time for a fast Trane,
Lonely days are gone,
I'm comin' home,
My Letty, done wrote me an e-mail,
Jackie Wilson-"People"
Forever young.
Forever young.
Forever young.
Forever young.
Fororororororever young.
FOR EVER FOREVER FOR EVER YOUNG.
Richie Havens just finished off "Here comes the Sun" as only he could do it.
Barenaked Ladies - Thanks That Was Fun
Opera -- aw, hell, i forgot which one this is . . . this is the final broadcast of a local program, Sunday on Stage . . .
'Twas La Joconda by Puccini . . . and, sadly is now over . . .
And so, to bed . . .
Herman's Hermits - No Milk Today
For me it's no milk today, tomorrow & the day after & so on........
One of the Hermits came from near here
No, it wasn't a cave
I knew his brother
Woke up this mornin', feeling (less than) fine
Tonight, tonight, the world is full of light,
with suns and moons all over the place.
Tonight, tonight, the world is wild and bright,
going mad, shooting sparks into space.
Today the world was just an address,
a place for me to live in, no better than all right,
but here you are and what was just a world is a star, tonight.
(West Side Story soundtrack)
The Beatlles - Yellow Submarine
