Adagio Sostenuto (of wires and moon)
November 23, 2005 by quoyle
Posted in the category Strings , Musical Instruments
Day crowds as often happens to me, around Italy, I really am sorry 'and' time devoted to themselves, almost a monad that machine, a small parcel containing my thoughts and my records and to hell with the ugliness and thoughts. It 'hard to this post I have many things in my head.
Let's start with a few moments before, the last days were not easy, compressed, compressed into the thoughts, with her eyes looking back, error, look to be facing forward, always, always. Yesterday I hit a low point, cold, perhaps the suggestion that there is Cold 'around, but I like the cold, I love the winter, wind, winter days. Something is missing, some are missing something, but last night I heard the voice on the phone to my father, happy, and 'returned home by yet stay in the hospital, devastated by yet another surgery, it is hoped will be the last and was happy, I can feel like 'just happy to be a soul, and' was good to hear that vital spark, the joy of simple and complicated, that sense of wonder about something, and it 'was good.
And I do not know how, but that simplicity ', that smile that came out, that wonderful zest for life that I felt, and I' came upon him, and I thought, I meditated daily on the waste of energy. I must, I must not look out of what must be inside of me, or is likely and 'already' somewhere, I must repeat it like a mantra, my dreams? A strength, not a weakness, you continue to dream dreams, try to reach them, try to always hear that voice, I have memory for sounds, I felt that smile through the phone yesterday evening, the sound and 'the sound of life. 'Tis some night that I fall asleep while listening to Rachmaninoff, the concert n2 and n3 for piano and orchestra, I start the Cd 2 dall'adagio sostenuto the concert, the violins, the sweetness of Rachmaninoff rocks me, with me, just a few minutes, and sleep comes naturally is evoked by the warmth and sense of wellbeing and positivity 'that emanates from the music. Adagio Sostenuto, has always fascinated me, but not too slowly, even more 'lightly supported, a bit strong, but not too sweet ... and when he gets the gig n3 are already' lost, I'm already 'in a state of drowsiness, enough to hear those magical notes of piano Zoltan Kocsis then catch it in a weird way, it controls this concert, do not let you drown by superhuman strength that fills in every corner. I embrace this music and it keeps me warm, I'm sleeping in a world not well defined, alive, full of wonder, and even a hint of fear, fear for the strength I feel. Feel the force, a force intangible, mysterious, always afraid, as the feelings are scary, scary as what you do not know or can not explain in an analytical way.
And today, a day of clear, cold winter, returning from Milan, a clear sky, moon and wires that run along the road, a bit of snow on the spice-parma, an evening of sweet, hot, and the certainty of being accepted simply, the good wine, the Abbey of Morrona to warm speeches, to tell a piece of life, which was a bit that is not crossed, and missing, cold in the car and then drives, my computer bag chock full of discs, listen to this, but have you heard this song, and Shirley Horne, it gives me a strange effect, that continually delaying its melody, and Kurtis Elling, and All the way, and this ... this feeling I want to do, I play, and you have to learn to let go, not to be afraid of the song to not be afraid to let you through what you hear, and and 'late and I would not stop listening to music so' in a frenzied squirrel as a cocaine addict who track changes every 5 minutes' cause you want to listen to everything, even though he knows that and 'impossible,' cause the music to pass many messages, so many emotions, so much life. Adagio ... sustained, supported ... slowly .....
"Listen, 'the snow falling faintly in the air, each flake with its own sound and distinct and not hindered in the fall so' that the sounds of all those flakes will not mingling 'screeching but instead merged into a song, that of snow, he knew that few had ever heard. And, while still sweet, the singing became more and more 'strong as he was always absorbed by the light, becoming one with the light .. and eventually there were more 'feet that will leave footprints' body will' eyes that shine but only light and sound and pure joy and eternal.
No past, no future, nothing, not even a present, only the new joy that did not contain memories of anguish and struggle and suffering .... only the new joy ....
                                                                                             and leaders'
that could stay there 'forever'
(Hubert Selby JR. Song of the silent snow)
(On AIr Adagio Sostenuto Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No.2 in Cmin and Orchestra San Francisco Symphony)
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One year ago: In Love in Vain
Poetry for the senses.
Ste
I love it this song. And what you wrote ... it was a long time since I cried with emotion. 'Cause I have snow. It sometimes happens that the snow melts. And some things I had forgotten. Thanks, a ray of moonlight on snow, white, and these notes.
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@ Ste is Rachmaninoff and 'pure poetry, the concertos for piano and orchestra are also a small wonder.
@ Charm, a kiss snow :-)
@ Walnut more 'I would say that commas point, point and head. Start again, with patience, everything, I bent and returned to the starting point? Ok error, nothing serious this time I try to go straight and not go back.
the snow .. the kelp .. sometimes they can coexist ..
C.
extremely friendly staff. your father, your thoughts on the road, energy, looking forward - always - very true - the disks, the night, play, emotion, everything, and then the hand of snow, perfect, delicate
Remember, this gives me Librino ² a woman ethereal and delicate as snow, and I remember his face as he told me the wonder
I meant your words accompanied those sounds; o)
Ste
@ Mild extremes of the same phenomena, kisses
@ Sunrise, the delicate hand of neva on tiptoe, I'm glad you've read it and 'a book valuable and delicate and surprising, I remembered years later and have reread these days
@ Ste
"Recognized" in this song All by myself Celine Dion, and in fact I discovered that this song Rachmaninoff and 'co-author.
Hello mr. Q,
I leave you with my usual hug
It 'a miss tonight and find yourself a good ..., ¬ thing ... I smile, I light a cigarette, get up the collar, and I walk away ... good hands in his pockets, like this.
This ... I played with the Berlin in 99, why do not you know maybe a dream but when I play the piano (and sometimes even do the acceptance speech for the night of the Oscars in truth ...)
my look is also back face
or perhaps they are just memories, who knows ... :)
Ps
happy for the rest, very much.
PS
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between the notes I caught a scandalous plagione Eric Carmel (all by myself) lentone a diabetic coma from which Celine Dion has killed several thousand people. Plagione so apt to arouse suspicion
night vÃ
nice post ... you hear this all your life energy and the vibration of your sensitive soul ... hello
@ Jouth .. well rach the co-author Dion will have 'taken in' borrowing 'of the beautiful lines and will have' due tributarne due credit to his father, I am curious what you think the poor Rach. Anyway, thanks for the information,'ll listen now '. A big hug to you
@ Evdea, um I do not understand mica, 'cause see me and get lost? Then explain to me. A night kiss
@ Hobbs eccerto I seemed to have heard your version with berliner Von Karajan directing if I remember correctly, you went on very well
Then I confess that my eyes and 'also turned back here, but not exclusively and not in a destructive manner. Of course we are and what 'success, but then we must be able to recognize situations, unfortunately, the world will turn in a strange' parallax, I do not know. For plagione do not know if 'the same jouth was referring to, but in short, the author of this wonder can not' be held responsible for the destruction of the ancestors ... :-)
@ Rabab is a 'restless soul a little, but that certainly has a terrible longing to live, it hurts, it hurts, but with the strings so', how can you not feel the desire to live, then you know, live sometimes it 's a mess, the weather is bad, inevitably leads us a bit of rubble and debris, but we have chosen for the event?
Woody Allen shared humanity 'in the horrible and wretched, horrible tragedies huge, wretched all the rest, and' surreal and brazenly cynical, but has a basis in truth ', then it's better to live in the Woody Allen ... that both the delirium of situations that I happened upon this year, are worthy of the best woody allen just to be clear to Manhattan and Annie and I, then I live it all ... with the soundtrack of Gershwin
Sometimes you have to trust in the words of the heroine of Manhattan at the end of the movie, right?
A kiss
Q
You wanted us the voice of Dad, you've described things pretty likely, this that we seek.
You hug.
I came down with eyes along this post line by line, sharing, singing up to hear the snow, and there was a little ', as before a blazing fire in the fireplace, watching the sparks. A hug, saying, sustained. K.
Mom quoyle hour listening too ..
Snow that melts .. this music ...
Beautiful .. beautiful .. beautiful ..
and here is the always spoetizzante nut!
listen ... listen carefully the first few bars of the adagio ... careful ... here it is: all by myself do not wanna beeeee myyyyyy seeeeelf by all ... (and I do not say that I definitely feel the move taken by the author of mica scemom All music by jamie o'neal of myself, better known as the opening song of The diary of bridget jones vai!)
Well you're already spoetizzante but 'the third ..... to say so I would say distracted walnut ...
However I do not feel 'cause I never heard the piece in question
Ciaooo
@ Bfu, I think we need more of slapping around here, in times of peace ... the memory becomes loose and is 'the beautiful second movement, but do not know what it' s nice concert n3 I had a sort of afraid to put it on , but I know that now just finished commenting and I put that 'the sequence with which I am falling asleep.
@ Astrokudra, and 'good thing is the fire in front of snow tonight with the cold that there is' I'd love a nice fireplace in the house, burning smell, odor 'ancient', a little know the smell that has this music a reassuring smell. Hug to you too
the wonderful things to stay here to work on Friday morning (only on Friday ...) is the computer with speakers to listen to you, because © I like to think I am listening to you ... and even a little 'falling snow ...
thanks, good day: - *
I knew, for once I do not read all the comments ... vabeh.
And ... the first snow is falling here in Treviso really Ste ...
@ Agense, happy to get some company while you work
@ Walnut caught pants down hahaha
@ Ste how nice, I like the snow, here in Pisa's raining today, but it could be snow and 'so' cool dept, must be beautiful Treviso with the snow.
Kisses
Q
¬ And what, while I am going to settle for snow tracks, you are here we reason about. Definitely a good omen, at least for me.
"And 'slippery. So is a dance. Snow every man can believe tightrope walker. "M. Fermine
I assure you, are more than glad I saw that you're giving away the only moments of melancholy sound of the day!
(Ah, I forgot: here no snow, rain ...)
@ Karlaca, hope is a good omen then
We hope not funambolare miserably in the snow, ... believing you can do everything, or be more 'light
@ Agense melancholy sound good = saudade
I like it!
Only a silent embrace
hello
...
(Already know).
FIGHT
Do not stop looking for the "note" ... is much more closer than you think.
thanks for the music, now more and more often the background, even at work ..
Hello, are you okay
I'd love to hear the sound of the snow, but here is impossible.
but listening to this adage and I think that the falling snow.
: - *
@ Ruckert,
@ Fight, and 'always nice to see you here too
@ Saishin, you say that it is so 'close? Good listening then.
@ Rakele, already 'in your part of me knows that snow and' difficult to see and hear
But there are other wonders to listen and watch it?
A kiss
Q