Tuesday 13 April 2010

For Brit, reason for absence.


3 comments:

malty said...

Northumbrian song tears asunder the stiff upper lip; creates not shivers for

malty said...

With you all the way regarding the Solti Ring, Mahlerman, an extraordinary experience. Having to perm any four from the infinite is a daunting task.

For me, Don Giovanni would figure in there somewhere, here's wor Liz chucking a bit of a wobbler, Schwarzkopf's aria, ah! me che dice mai has her in full flood, at her barking best, backed by her hubby, Walter Legge's own creation, The Philharmonia Orchestra, Giulini has the con and, of course, a wondrous celebration of Mozart's genius. The generated adrenalin rush from this aria is similar to that having just kicked the arse of the Peuterey Ridge, as we trudge over the Mont Blanc summit, at midnight, in a force nine, homeward bound.

From such a list who could omit Bach, the partita BWV1004 and it's Ciaconna swings into view, Amandine Beyer at the helm, encased within this music is everything that the soul could possible desire.

Then what, well, the lassie from Blackburn, singing a Northumbrian song tears asunder the stiff upper lip; creates not shivers for the spine but a tsunami, not easy, running out of superlatives for this one.

malty said...

With you all the way regarding the Solti Ring, Mahlerman, an extraordinary experience.

For me, Don Giovanni would figure in there somewhere, here's wor Liz chucking a bit of a wobbler, Schwarzkopf's aria, Who is there, who will tell me where the rascal is, ah! me che dice mai has her in full flood, at her barking best, backed by her hubby, Walter Legge's own creation, The Philharmonia Orchestra, Giulini at the helm and, of course, a wondrous celebration of Mozart's genius. The generated adrenalin rush from this aria is similar to that having just kicked the arse of the Peuterey Ridge, as we trudge over the Mont Blanc summit, at midnight, in a force nine, homeward bound.

From such a list who could omit Bach, the partita BWV1004 and it's Ciaconna swings into view, Amandine Beyer in charge, encased within this music is everything that the soul could possible desire no tingles or shivers, sweet dreams are made of this.

Here's the lassie from Blackburn, singing a Northumbrian song tears asunder the stiff upper lip; creates not shivers for the spine but a tsunami, not easy, running out of superlatives for this one.