Sankta Lucia

Beelden van het Stockholms Luciakonsert

Natten går tunga fjät rund gård och stuva; kring jord, som sol förlät, skuggorna ruva. Då i vårt mörka hus, stiger med tända ljus, Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia. Natten går stor och stum nu hörs dess vingar i alla tysta rum sus som av vingar. Se, på vår tröskel står vitklädd med ljus i hår Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia. Mörkret ska flykta snart ur jordens dalar så hon ett underbart ord till oss talar. Dagen ska åter ny stiga ur rosig sky Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.

Night walks with a heavy step Round yard and hearth, As the sun departs from earth, Shadows are brooding. There in our dark house, Walking with lit candles, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia! Night walks grand, yet silent, Now hear its gentle wings, In every room so hushed, Whispering like wings. Look, at our threshold stands, White-clad with light in her hair, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia! Darkness shall take flight soon, From earth's valleys. So she speaks Wonderful words to us: A new day will rise again From the rosy sky… Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Zweedse adaptatie van Napolitaanse traditional.

Shelter from the Storm

’T was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

(...)

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

(...)

I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”

Tekst en muziek van Bob Dylan, 1974. Opname van de Rolling Thunder Review tour, 1976.

Zuhlio: Aging Hippie Paradise

I said Mass Bugnini's way, but the congregation went away.
I said Mass McBrien's way, but the congregation passed away.
Now I've turned the eastern way, and the choir chants the Kyrie.
The Sovereign Pontiff I obey, offering Mass the Roman way.

 



Tekst: T. Ferguson, uitvoering: Zuhlio

Akoestiek van de Sagrada Família getest

Zeshonderd zangers van verschillende Catalaanse koren, waaronder het Cor Jove de l'Orfeó Català en het Cor de la Universitat Ramon Llull, hebben onder leiding van Esteve Nabona op 19 december 2009 een Kerstconcert gegeven in de Temple expiatori Sagrada Família. Het concert was tevens de eerste test van de akoestiek van de basiliek. Volgens de website van de basiliek wordt de akoestiek zeer hoog gewaardeerd. Luister hieronder zelf.

Eerst geeft Joan Rigol i Roig, voorzitter van het comité tot voltooiing van de basiliek, een inleiding. Vanaf 4:10 minuten begint het concert. De volgende liederen worden gezongen:

Entre flors - tekst Jacint Verdaguer, muziek Antoni Nicolau

Lo noi de la mare - tekst Jacint Verdaguer, muziek Antoni Nicolau



Rústec Villancet - tekst Josep Carner, muziek Lluís Maria Millet

El cant dels ocells - Tradicional catalana

Alleluia (El Messies) - Georg F. Händel

Virolai - tekst Jacint Verdaguer, muziek Josep Rodoreda

Fum, fum, fum - Tradicional catalana

Filmtip: An American in Paris

Zaterdag 26 december 2009 van 14:55 tot 16:45 uur op BBC 2. Film met Gene Kelly uit 1951 en muziek van George Gershwin.

Steven D. Greydanus: Unlike the magical Singin’ in the Rain, Gene Kelly’s An American in Paris doesn’t transcend the musical form; but it’s still one of the great exemplars of the genre. The plot, characterizations, and love story are all paper-thin, but they’re just a pretext for Kelly’s effervescent dancing and choreography, and George Gershwin’s timeless music.

Meer info hier.

Bob Dylan: O Come All Ye Faithful (Adeste Fideles)

Luister hier naar een fragment.

Adeste fideles, laeti triumphantes:
Venite, venite in Bethlehem:
Natum videte Regem angelorum.

Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
venite adoremus Dominum.

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels;

O come, let us adore Him! O come, let us adore Him!
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
O sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest;

O come, let us adore Him! O come, let us adore Him!
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Tekst & Muziek: John Francis Wade, uitvoering: Bob Dylan.

50 jaar discotheek

DJ Heinrich: Meine Damen und Herren, wir krempeln die Hosenbeine hoch und lassen Wasser in den Saal, denn ein Schiff wird kommen mit Lale Andersen.

Filmtip: Heidelberger Romanze

Vrijdag 16 oktober 2009 van 10:25 tot 12:00 uur op Duitsland 1 (ARD). Romantische komedie van Paul Verhoeven uit 1952 met Liselotte Pulver en O.W. Fischer. Flinterdun verhaal, maar met mooie beelden van het Duitse studentenleven.

Bier hebben studenten altijd gedronken, alleen hadden ze vroeger wat meer stijl.



Misdaad en straf zijn van alle tijden.



Vrouwen en liederen ook.



Meer info hier (IMDB)

Into the Fire

The sky was falling and streaked with blood
I heard you calling me then you disappeared into the dust
Up the stairs, into the fire
Up the stairs, into the fire
I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs into the fire

May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love

Tekst en muziek: Bruce Springsteen

Hé, kom aan

Hé, kom aan, blijf niet staan en loop me achterna
Door de straat over 't plein met je tingeltamboerijn
Met je hand vol geld en je Herculesheld
Je haren in de wind en alles wat je vindt

En wie je ook bent koningin of president
Bajesklant of figurante en een hoempapaband
Iedereen moet mee of 'ie wil ja of nee
Alle club je partij alles hoort erbij

Tekst en muziek: Dimitri van Toren

Nana Mouskouri - Odos Oniron & C'est Joli La Mer

C'est joli la mer
Au sable fin des jours
Quand on a au cœur
Un peu d'amour

C.S. Lewis Song - Brooke Fraser

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here.
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
Then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared.

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me.

Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me,
Is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?

'Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth
Of who I was born to become.

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath,
So we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live,
I was made to love,
I was made to know you.

Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming.

Via Anton de Wit

Filmtip: Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World [2003]

Vrijdag 31 juli 2009 van 20:30 tot 22:55 uur op RTL 5. Avonturenfilm met morele dilemma's en J.S. Bach.

Steven D. Greydanus: Weir focuses on moral and existential issues, especially questions around whether or when moral obligations such as keeping promises or completing one’s mission may become contingent upon circumstance. Ironically, as Aubrey and Maturin lock horns over whether to continue to pursue the ship’s mission, each winds up arguing alternately for a rigorous and an open-ended interpretation of duty. At first, debating the viability of their mission, Aubrey is the rigorist and Maturin the voice of discretion, but later, when Aubrey makes a promise to Maturin on which he later wishes to renege, Maturin is the one insisting on moral rigor while Aubrey pleads circumstantial necessity!

...

For all that, Master and Commander is more about action than ideas. Not that the film is non-stop battle scenes; on the contrary, action junkies are liable to be bored to tears by what passes for hot pursuit in an 18th-century sea battle, which amounts to anxiously watching another square-rigger somewhere near the horizon. Yet Weir maintains tension throughout, punctuated with clever bits of strategy and excitement, and only when necessary boiling over into all-out combat.

Meer info hier

L'Angélus @ Catholic Underground

Muziek uit het moeras. Dansen op cajun van L'Angélus: Blue eyed girl, The Waltz of St. Cecilia, Cabbage Song, You can't hurry love, Genevieve, My Girl en nog veel meer. De introductie is afgelopen na ongeveer vijf minuten. Totale duur 80 minuten. Stereo op tien en dansen maar:



Via de Franciscan Friars of the Renewal, die in New York elke eerste zaterdag van de maand een rockconcert organiseren: Catholic Underground.

Life Uncommon

Don't worry mother
It'll be alright
Don't worry sister
Just say your prayers and sleep tight
And it'll be fine lover of mine
It'll be just fine

Just lend your voices only
To sounds of freedom
No longer lend your strength
To that which you wish to be free from
Fill your lives with love and bravery
And you shall lead a life uncommon

I've heard your anguish
You know I've heard all of your hearts cry out
I know that you're tired
I know that you're weary
Do not let me hear that you are worn out
Set down your chains
Until only faith remains
Set down your chains

And lend your voices only
To sounds of freedom
No longer lend your strength
To that which you wish to be free from
Fill your lives with love and bravery
And you shall lead a life uncommon

And now there are plenty of people all around the world
And everybody prays for peace
But if praying were enough
It would have come to be
Never let your words enslave no one
And the heavens will hush themselves
To hear our voices ring out clear
With sounds of freedom
Sounds of freedom

So damn you unbelievers
Move out of the way
'Cause I'm telling you
There is a new army coming
We are that new army coming
You know that we are armed with faith
To live, we must give
To live

And lend your voices only
Never not one time
Do not let me hear you lend your strength
To that which you wish to be free from
Fill your lives with love and bravery
And you shall lead a life uncommon

Tekst en muziek, Jewel.

Op haar spoor gebracht door Sebastiaan Benders.

De Zotte Morgen - Zjef Vanuytsel

Mensen lopen naast elkaar,
Een verre groet, een stil gebaar
Want alles wordt hier door de tijd gemeten

De wereld herneemt zijn zotte zorgen
Het ritme van de zotte morgen

Tekst en muziek door Zjef Vanuytsel.

Hamburger Veermaster - Malte Pittner

Ick heff mol en Hamborger veermaster sehn,
to my hoo-dah, to my hoo-dah!
De masten so scheef as den schipper sien been,
to my hoo-dah, hoo-dah, hoo!
Blow, boys, blow, for Californio,
there is plenty of gold, so I am told,
on the banks of Sacramento.

De volledige tekst vindt u hier.

Famous People (Jake Thackray)

You are unwise to think we love you.
You are unwise to imagine you are dear.
You are unwise, you always were,
How could you fail to notice that your paradise is here?
Your paradise, you famous people,
Your paradise is to think that we should care.
You are unwise, you always were,
All that you'll ever mean will be a statue in a square.

For the eyes and admiration of the common people who
You never in your lifetime ever liked or ever knew.
They will swarm and jostle by, never looking as they pass,
They'll only ever stop to strike their matches on your arse.

You are unwise to think we love you.
You are unwise to imagine you are dear.
You are unwise, you always were,
How could you fail to notice that your paradise is here?
Your paradise, you famous people,
Your paradise is fondling your fame.
You are unwise, you always were,
Think of all the bright-eyed children who will have to learn your name.

Memorising in the morning what you did and when and where
And in the afternoon they will rush out into your square.
They will swing upon your statue, skip upon your plaque and then,
They will wag their joyous dicks over your marble monument.

You are unwise to think we love you.
You are unwise to imagine you are dear.
You are unwise, you always were,
How could you fail to notice that your paradise is here?
Your paradise, you famous people,
Your paradise is where your paradise belongs.
You are unwise, you always were,
Sooner than blink an eyelash and your paradise is gone.

Tekst en muziek: Jake Thackray, uitvoering: The Jake Thackray Experience.

Notre-Dame de Paris et la Musique

KTO: Depuis les origines, l'histoire de Notre-Dame est aussi une histoire musicale. Des enfants de la Maîtrise musicale, aux chorales du monde entier, et du Grand Orgue aux Concerts de musique sacrée, la Musique se plait à résonner sous les voûtes de Notre-Dame.

Zondag 21 juni 2009 vanaf 16.00 uur in het kader van het nationale Fête de la Musique een uitgebreid programma in de Notre-Dame. Meer info hier.

Umbrae futurae - Hans Kox

Interessante documentaire van NPS Podium over de vijfde Symphonie van Hans Kox. Umbrae futurae over de gruwelen van onze tijd, het einde van onze cultuur. In de jaren zeventig is Kox weggepest bij het Concertgebouw. Zijn muziek was niet 'democratisch' genoeg. Donderdagnacht 18 juni 2009 van 0:25 tot 1:15 uur wordt de première van zijn vijfde Symphonie (15 maart 2008) uitgezonden. Uitgevoerd door het Radio Filharmonisch Orkest onder leiding van Jaap van Zweden.



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Hans Kox: Niemand staat geheel los van zijn omgeving. Ik voel mij het meest geïnspireerd door het verleden. Ik probeer altijd te denken in Historisch perspectief. We zijn een onderdeel van de historie. We hebben gewoon te maken met datgene wat in het verleden is geweest en dat niet alleen, vooral met wat is gebleken goed te zijn. Het heden en de toekomst zijn er niet zonder verleden. De opvatting dat het verleden niet meer bestaat, dat wij ons daarmee niet kunnen verenigen of wat dan ook, is ijdele praat.