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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 01:18am on 27/01/2015 under


"Sacrifice" Björk

Why can't you give her room?
Respect her spatial needs.
I feel you compress her
Into a small space.

With clairvoyance,
She knew what you needed,
And gave it to you.
Now her desires are repressed;
Arrows in the flesh

When she found your love,
Her nature bowed her head;
She surrendered,
She renounced the world for you,
Now she's poisoned by demands
You cannot answer.

Why this sacrifice?
Now she regrets the whole thing,
A delayed reaction
When she left her craft voluntarily
For your nest, for your love.
Did you understand?

Appreciate,
Build a bridge to her.
Initiate a touch
Before it's too late,
Say the words to her
That will make her shine.

Tell her that you love her.

Your generosity will show
In the volume of her glow.
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Discovering the music of Michael Nyman and particularly his MGV (Musique à Grande Vitesse).

It is 1995, an afternoon in Forest Hill, London.

I put the CD on, and for 25 sublime minutes - lay down on the floor, closed my eyes and gave myself over to the music completely.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 09:48pm on 29/06/2013 under , , ,
“All art is unstable. Its meaning is not necessarily that implied by the author. There is no authoritative voice. There are only multiple readings.” D.B.


The above clip of the exhibition doesn't really do justice to the scale but it's the best I could find.

A lot of column inches have been written about the V&A retrospective of Bowie's work and I'm not sure can do justice adding any more. So perhaps I try and keep this personal.

I went on Tuesday afternoon after a 6 hour journey and then spent nearly 3 hours wandering around the gallery, so I was bit knackered after that. However I am SO glad I made the effort and I have come home feeling in awe yet again of Bowie's creative zeal.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 04:09pm on 30/09/2011 under
I pointed in the direction of an amazing acoustic cover of Smooth Criminal by two Croation guys knocking the hell out of their cellos. Apparently they are quite hot at the mo ;) It put me in mind of those rare moments when you get to hear something very familiar in a completely different way and suddenly it's like hearing it for the first time. I wish I could remember who played the acoustic folk version of Toxic at Cambridge a few folk festivals back. It blew the audience away, by the end of the song, everyone was dancing, and some were saying that they hadn't realised how *good* the song was before.

What I find particular awesome about those moments is that all the industry packaging (and occasionally annoying performer) gets stripped away and all you are left with is just the music. And blimey, some of that music is wonderful:


Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson, arranged + played by 2cellos (Sulic & Hauser)

Model by Kraftwerk, arranged + played by The Balanescu Quartet
(Kraftwerk are clearly geniuses but the passion really comes through in this pretty faithful version)

Toxic by Britney Spears, arranged + played by Quartetto Archimia

Alejandro by Lady Gaga, played by Vitamin String Quartet


I'd be fascinated to know if people on my friends list have had similar experiences - please share.

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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 11:29am on 04/08/2011 under ,
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.

Paul Simon
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 11:02pm on 09/05/2011 under
Feeling the loss of butterflies that would never have flown into my time line. Just listened to three versions of Dido's Lament by Purcell - Emma Kirkby, Alison Moyet, Jeff Buckley. Stunned at all three voices, all so different and each able to convey multiple depths from the human soul.

I wonder if Purcell had any hope or conceit that When I am laid in earth might still be sung more than 300 years after he wrote it.

I've also noticed that the ground bass that is used to drive the song is very similar to the base that Bach uses in his Passacaglia in C Minor*. Another very somber piece.

I don't know why I feel so somber.

The huge beech trees in our garden are now clothed in the most brilliant green leaves and look very stately. They make stained glass windows with the sun.

Stuff is welling up. I have no name for it. It's intense.


*version with [livejournal.com profile] sion_a  in mind: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9rjNPp2YlM&NR=1
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 11:29pm on 26/04/2010 under ,
1. My Cara Sposa brought me home a lovely bouquet of flowers. This made me smile a lot.

2.  On Saturday we walked down the Backs and got to see the beautiful spring floral display. We were heading into town for a free recital of Prime Brass at Kings College Chapel. There was an element of me just keeping Siôn company but as it turned out it was well worth the effort and their rendition of the finale from Symphony No. 3. by Saint-Saëns (youtube) was wonderful. They played a great piece of Widor that I'd never heard of before too. I think the acoustics in the chapel helped keep the sound bright, and avoided any possible association of colliery band in the sound.

(One of the audience was a chap in a wheelchair who perhaps had cerebral palsy. He was making very loud vocal noises at the end of each piece just after the rest of the audience had stopped clapping. I countered my sadness at other people's inappropriate stares by 'tuning' in to his responses (rather than pretending he wasn't there) and it was only then that I realised that this was his very deliberate way of making his appreciation heard.  What was really cool was that the ensemble had clearly worked this out too and factored it in to their timings. I thought that was ace.)

Afterwards we had a rather tasty supper at the St John's Chop house. Lovely lovely evening.

3. The downstairs bathroom has had a mini-makeover and been painted in a pale 'ocean' blue. The finishing touches came in the form of a stunning shell machine-embroidered picture by my sister, and a wonderful shot of three blue and white striped beach huts at Wells-next-the-sea taken by Siôn, which he had enlarged, printed and mounted on to canvas. Amazing how the right picture can bring a scheme together. I'm very chuffed with it.
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tiffany

So the fact that one can sing the words of While Shepherds Watch their Flocks to the tune of Ilkley Moor Bah't at completely passed me by until it came up in conversation this week (and also in Have I Got News For You as it turned out - bizarre!). Lots of gusty experimentation ensued to test the theory accompanied with much giggling. However since then I've had it as earworm ever since.

Trying to sing the words of Ilkley Moor Bah't at to the tune of While Shepherds on the other hand proves far more challenging and I still can't quite manage it. As an ex C of E chorister I should be fairly adept at swapping tunes around - singing one song to the tune of another was a weekly occurrence at our church. I did wonder why our organist used to change the tune to The Lord is My Shepherd as often as he did. The congregation were expecting Crimond, they loved Crimond and you could see that they were crushed when the highlight of that week's service was snatched away from them as they stumbled to fit the words to another tune.

My aforementioned earworm has now morphed into some strange portmanteau of both songs and early today I caught myself warbling "An angel of the Lord came down - on lkleeey Moor Baaaah't at..."

Have a lovely Christmas and all the best for 2010.


*This is where you have to intone the lyrical refrain of one particular vocal composition whilst simultaneously pursuing the melodic line of a dissimilar piece.

Or to put it another way we take a song - the one song referred to in the title - then the tune of this first or one song is dispensed with, retaining only the words, so one song actually means one set of words. Now, a set of words to a song without a tune is no good to anyone, so replacement music is required, which is where the second song comes in.

With thanks to Humph, greatly missed.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 04:43pm on 21/08/2009 under
I miss my ability to speak German. And yet I still understand the gist of written and spoken German far better than I expect to.

I spent a while trying to find a version of Schubert's Ständchen that was both well done and had acceptable production quality so I could post it here. I then got sidetracked by trying to find far better English translation than the one linked to on YouTube which, if you don't read German, let me tell you is completely proposterous! This translation is far better. (EDIT : Dang - misread which poem it was, turns out that it isn't that bad after all. Must learn to scroll!)

German is the language of my childhood and is so familiar and yet I miss so much of the meaning these days. Periodically I try and pick it up again via some book or internet thingy but it's like picking a lock with a hairgrip - I know I should be able to open the damn door you see.

I learned it like I learned English, by ear, by living it. I was dropped into a school in Ludwigshafen at age 6 and expected to get on with it. Which I did. I was fluent as a child but the language of a child is not that of an adult. Present me with a book of German grammar now and I just get palpitations. I need to commit to it I guess. Get off my arse and all that.

Anyway, today was a Schubert day:
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 10:40am on 01/07/2009 under
Just before we went away I received a CD in the post: The Decemberists Hazzards of Love. No identifying company marks, no label other than my name and the title of the CD. If you are reading this, can you own up so that I can thank you. And what made you want to treat me? Very nice of you, but your anonimity is driving me crazy ;)

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