Lovely piece. Features attractive red headed violist.
From the comments:
“it is difficult to describe what happens within me, when I listen to this music piece.
There is a force that is much, much bigger than my existence, something so big and wonderful, something like creation. maybe god?
all of a sudden it feels like everything is linked together and everything happens for a reason.
and my soul comes to final peace.
maybe, it is like death, a good death though.’
You be the judge.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Good Country People
Labora / Editions
Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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Gosh, but I’m a sucker for some good bassoon….
Thanks, Mr. Webb.
And besides, this piece always brings me back to my first cross-country car trip, goin’ to California, back to TAC, my second freshman year – with a classmate named Paul in my old ’87 Buick Regal (known as the Milennium Falcon in college). That was a goodly car. Two-door and silver sporting a suntan of rust on hood and trunk. We popped the RCA recording of this piece (the overture for The Tender Land on the other side) in the tape player as we drove down green-shouldered 33 toward the NJ Turnpike…. Didn’t put it in agian until we had the heater on full blast to nurse the engine through the sand and death of Needles, Calif. at about midnight – the temperature outsie probably hovering near 99 degrees….
Ah, youth.
JOB
p.s. Someone help – was someone cribbing Appalachian Spring for the opening sequence of the original Red Dawn (WOLVERINES!)
To be young. Thanks JOB.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits…who satisfies you with good as long as you live so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.” –Ps 103.
Sounds like it’s time for another road trip.
Thanks JOB.
Also, note the young Matthew Lickona look-alike in the center of the pit.
JOB
Young Matthew Lickona was often found in the center of the Pit…
The one with the pony tail?
Also, this from Wikipedia:
Copland’s work in the late 1940s and 1950s included use of Schönberg’s twelve-tone system, a development that he recognized as important, but which he did not fully embrace. His first result was his “Piano Quartet” (1950).[134] However, he found the atonality of serialized music to run counter to his desire to reach a wide audience. So, in contrast to the Second Viennese School, Copland’s use of the system emphasized the importance of the “classicalizing principles”, in order to prevent the material from falling into “near-chaos”.[135]
Translation: Copeland knew atonal music sucked and only put in a good word so the cocktail party invitations from the East Coast would continue unabated.
Korrektly translated.
Upon further review:
Dude, nose ring.
Just sayin…
JOB
(Ah, youth.)
Yeah, noticed late in the piece. Works for her though.
Can we say unattainable.
M Night Shyamalan at four o’clock.
JOB
I don’t think the Lickona look alike is sleeping with the red head.
YMMV
JOB
Maybe the conductor.
JOB
I was so drunk that night…I am not ashamed!
At 25:04 someone got bored.
JOB
At 25:41 someone got hungry…
JOB
29:23 – Liam Gallagher cameo.
JOB
29:42 – the sound of Fosters oil cans breaking open.
JOB
When are we going to start Korrektiv TV so we can get this banter on tape?
I feel like I would have gone further with my viola playing, and perhaps in life, if at every turn I had dyed my hair red.
Great stuff, Jon; thanks for posting. Always has been one of my favorites.