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Discussion in 'Personal' started by BelleDuJour, Oct 16, 2019.
This video and song remind me of my late dad and always reduces me to tears. It's so beautiful.
Goosebumpy part is at 2:40 of this exquisite and little-known treasure.
A masterclass in how to build tension, ending in an almost like planetary ending where Walton gives it to the audience with both barrels!
How do you make people feel nostalgic, melancholy and sad? Rachmaninoff has the answer! This symphony was so badly performed at its premiere, Rachmaninoff left the auditorium and rode around on trams for the rest of the evening. He needed threrapy to emerge from the subsequent depression.
The entire symphony is worth a listen, it's where James Horner pinched his main theme from.
Bartok giving us some Lydian shivers
And some spooky vibes
Good song- you can hear Nik Kershaw in the song. I was a big fan of his as a kid, hes' musically very intelligent- reminds me of the opening to Human Racing
Giacinto Scelsi's Aion: Four Episodes in a Day of Brahma:
Notes on the piece here:
Only just come across this string. Some great music here. My song is a very personal one and I'm afraid rather low brow, taking me way back to my youth. My sister came home with "Please Please me", the just released Beatles first LP and we put in on the record player ( a stone age version of streaming ) and I heard this song. Haven't been able to find the actual version on the LP but this will do. The goosebumps bit is when I think of all the water under the bridge since.
Rock on All !!
Or as Ringo would say -- "Peace and love".
The music from the film ‘Last of the Mohicans ‘
This is beyond incredible:
Epic film scores FTW
Billy Joel : Always a woman..........I dunno why it's just Ohhhhhhh mmmmm
Massed male voice choirs singing Morte Criste. The words are from 'When I survey the wondrous cross' but arranged to a different tune by Emrys Jones. I've sung this myself in many massed male voice choir concerts and it never ceases to raise the hairs on the back on my neck.
Here it is sung by massed male voice choirs (I'm not there but how I wish I could have been) with a brass band and ladies choirs joining joining in the last verse. Majestic and glorious!
Poirot theme tune always sent shivers down my spi e because I knew it meant work the next morning and anxiety. Not any more though
Especially the final movement!
(And you can see where the leitmotif in the film Jaws comes from in its opening bars.)
We went to the Albert hall last night to see Squeeze in concert. To be honest I'd rather have been going to see a classical concert there, but it was a good night out. Heaven 17 were the supporting act, and they were superb - better than Squeeze (even my husband conceded this, which is saying something as Squeeze is one of his all-time favourite bands).
We were up in the gods, which gave us a fantastic overview of the proceedings. There was something very poignant about watching a whole audience of fifty and sixty somethings gently swaying and bopping to the sounds of their (our) youth. This one really did move me to actual tears of nostalgia:
The Costa Rican singer Chavela Vargas had a voice that gets into the marrow of your bones in a way similar to Edith Piaf's. Her life reads like a magical realist novel.
Article about her here:
I love this version.
The theme from "Harry's Game"
And this song gives me proper raised hairs on my arms. And it makes me cry.
Thanks for posting Liam Clancy, I hadn't heard his version.
The other Eric Bogle song to have the same effect on me is this one. It's the right time of year for it:
This beautiful version of Leonard Cohen's "So Long Marianne". The sound quality's not amazing, but that last singer in the red skirt - ooft. Lovely voice.
You'd sing too
if you found yourself
in a place like this
You wouldn't worry about
whether you were as good
as Ray Charles or Edith Piaf
not for yourself
but to make a self
out of the old food
rotting in the astral bowel
and the loveless thud
of your own breathing
You'd become a singer
faster than it takes
to hate a rival's charm
and you'd sing, darling
you'd sing too...