Sunday Music

Time for a bit of GLUCK (Ger., Eng.). This Sunday Music is the overture to his opera Alceste (Ger., Eng.). Sadly the person who uploaded it on YouTube gave no further explanation on the whereabouts. It’s a bootleg and not of the best technical quality, aber es geht ab, they got drive.
Here is a technical better version from a CD, when you listen to it right after the live version, it is a bit flau, lifeless, spiritless, in my humble opinion. But compare these two modern variants with what FURTWÄNGLER (Ger., Eng.)  did in December 1942: He needed more than 8 minutes for the piece. Poor Alcestis (Ger., Eng.) is not yet married, but it’s a bit like a Trauermarsch sometimes.

I hope the coming week will bring good news to all of us, no nasty surprises.
And do not hesitate to visit other Sunday Musics,  f.e. here and there.

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33 thoughts on “Sunday Music

  1. First! I love the opera, Herr Mago! Italian opera is my favorite -Verdi and Puccini, I can never get enough of them- . Sad libretto, the one of Alceste, but it has a happy end, which is always nice.
    Have a nice week!

  2. I will admit to enjoying a regular early Sunday morning Gluck, much more than the usual mid-week compromise of a mere lone Furtwangler. 8 minutes however, that seems a trifle long, but one does have to please all parties I guess.

  3. That was a stirring piece of music Mr Mags… If not a little startling at the end where the choristers let fly for the last few bars… thank you. May your wek bring good news.

  4. Thank you, Mago. This beautiful opera piece helped me focus on the fact that tomorrow is… Monday! Luckily, I have a late start (evening shift until december). And they say in the US: No news. Because no news is good news. 🙂
    I hope to have everything settled in WordPress in a couple of days.

    Schlaf gut!

  5. Are you a member of the “Friends of the Italian Opera”, dear Hipster Yaya?

    A good Sunday morning Gluck is reward in itself, while the midweek Furtwangler … a lone and longish affair, Chef

    Yeah, they really step in, don’t they ?! Thank you Princess, recover soon!

    So it made sense after all, the cosmic balance is safe. Viel Gluck, Schaum!

    I already had a glimpse at your new home, dear Leni Qinan.
    Yes, no news means no bad news, no letters means no bills. But I need to know something now.

    vonLX (immer!) – he’s a knight, ein Ritter vom goldenen Sporn, knighted by the pope in 1756 (when G. was some forty years old) and since then calls himself chevalier de Gluck.
    Thank you for the good wishes von LAX.

    You are sooo right, dear Roses! It’s not only a shortage, but one could even speak of a “good news crisis”. Have a good and stress-free week, m’dear.

  6. Dear Mago,
    Yes, I adore Italian opera and my favorite tenor was Pavarotti (only as an operatic tenor. I hated it when he sang modern music, or that “Three Tenors” horrible association and subsequent popular music fiascos).
    He has a special place in my library, where I keep several DVDs of him as Rodolfo, the main character of La Bohème. At the Madison Sq Garden, at the Met. Tosca and Madame Butterfly are also favs. *sighs*
    I’m an incurable romantic. 😉

  7. Thanks, LX!

    From Wikipedia, in the South Sandwich Islands, “St. Martin’s Day is the traditional day for slaughtering fattened pigs for the winter. This tradition has given way to the popular saying “A cada cerdo le llega su San Martín”, which translates as “Every pig has its St. Martin’s day” in English. The phrase is used to indicate that wrongdoers eventually get their comeuppance.”

    Obviously, if you’re a pig today is a horrible day!

  8. Pavarotti once worked together with James Brown. And Montserrat Caballè with Freddie Mercury – who was the bigger diva? Is there a Sandwichian opera, Hipster Yaya?

    Oh damn – I totally forgot this, LX! And I saw no kids with lampions either. Mine always caught fire anyway …

    Eine Gans! Wir brauchen eine Gans! The traditional food today is goose. There are the usual stories related to Martin’s life, like that geese came into the church while the holy man was preaching; and while they did not stay quiet they became dinner.
    The more realistic or historic explanation is that on martin’s day a Zins had to be payed, a kind of Abgabe, rent or tax – and in medieval, or better: pre-modern times, this was very often a “Naturalabgabe”, a render my dictionary calls this. For example people had to give a chicken for something at the beginning of Fastnacht, so it is called a “fastnachtshuhn” in the sources. The start of November is also a well known date for the start of contracts, services etc, and animals were a common means of payment. Sorry, no goose around, not even a chicken, forget a fat pig! Have some water and a handful of olives, dear Leni.

  9. Oh luckily we have plenty of olives in South Sándwich, dear Mago, they’re always present in my diet -a source of A, B and E vitamins. And the most popular appetiser to have with a beer. Ok, let’s forget about pigs.
    Prost!

  10. Prost Lenidas Bier gibt’s morgen

    I see that Gruberova is actually in the Teatro de Liceu – if you like colloratura you must hear her, Hipster Yaya, as long as she still is able to do it; after all she’s over sixty now.

    Hm mh, no idea why he couldn’t simply stay at home. So we wouldn’t have had to walk out in the dark cold and burn lampions. Pretty bourgeoise saint this Martin: Do good, but stay rich. Anyway, I’m blabbing, Schaum.

  11. That’s a nice idea, LX. I can not remember that we built them by ourselves. So we had either something like this, bucket shaped; or like this, round. Even today I still know where at least two of them burnt down at the end of the stick I had to hold. Building it by meself – oh dear: all the UHU would have given a nice jet of a flame – especially when you glue the candlelight to the bottom ! I think UHU is still flammable, but forty (!) [heck I’m old] years ago it was still saturated with all those nasty stuff that made high and shrinks the brain – I loved it ! And of course it was highly flammable. I think Patex was even worse, they had to wear gasmasks when working with it.

    HA – ‘mer werd’ doch noch babble derffe, Schäumsche’h ?!

    It definitely goes better with earphones, MsScarlet, than with a phone only. I think you mostly use a phone nowadays for your online experience because there is trouble with the pc if I understood you right. How ever you get online – it’s a pleasure to be visited by the one and only MsScarlet !

  12. … ei de Palz ! – For me – an uninitiated stupid Franconian – it sounds very similar. Sorry for mixing that up, dear Foam: But from Mannehm westwards it sounds all very similar to my un-trained ear – of course the special sounds of Lautre escape me !

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    Still no clue what a “labbeduddle” is.

  13. MAybe he realises that he can not reach those high notes anymore; stepping out and bringing something like that over the stage is not realistic for him; Jimmie also looks a bit moved – but he could grab the next best thing with strings attached to it and wipe the floor with any guitarero in sight … Or he simply can not believe where he finds himself. I think I saw the President, but have no clue who else is in the video, LX.

    A “dudde” is a “Tüte” around here, there exists the “Duddenierle”. “Labbe” or “Lappe” maybe simply be a piece of cloth, a rag; so a “labbeduddel” could be a bag filled with rags, the model for feebleness, limpness (Schlappheit), lack of direction. Just a guess Foam.

  14. Dear Mago, I should listen to Dame Gruberova more often (if they have a good technique, aging is not at all a problem for a good soprano) but I will always remain bewitched by Maria Callas and Dame Kiri Te Kanawa. Two young favorites of today: Cecilia Bartoli and Ainhoa Arteta. Two beautiful and gifted ladies that I strongly recommend you to listen.

    Cheers!

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