From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells …

December 9, 2015 at 10:30 am

Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, in the icy air of night!
Keeping time, time, time, in a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Maybe Edgar Allan Poe was a little out of his mind, but you have to admit, The Bells is a pretty catchy poem. And maybe Franz Liszt was a little out of his mind, but you have to admit, his La Campanella is a pretty slick bit of piano-piano.

Despite his hair, Evgeny Kissin is not crazy. He makes this impossibly difficult piece look easy!

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Weeping with Chopin

December 3, 2015 at 10:30 am

ēʹ-mō: adj. (informal) emotional; sensitive.

Frédéric_Chopin_by_Bisson,_1849 

If you think emo is a recent musical development, think again. Chopin was emo way before it was cool: the cold, dark eyes, the gentle scowl. Just comb that hair a little more over one eye, and he’d pass for any modern heartthrob.

Seriously though, his music is so beautiful it hurts; his nocturnes for solo piano completely embody the romantic spirit: a lonely artist, a dark night, a single candle resting on the piano, a glass of wine, the light of a pale moon, a cool breeze, a silent world, except for a sensual, delicate, introspective melody that simply floats through the midnight air. You begin to cry without explanation; your soul mourns for something it never knew it lost!

Ok, so I got a little carried away. All joking aside, this is some of the finest stuff ever written. And I do find it’s a perfect soundtrack to the lonely midnight hours.

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