Dmitri Shostakovich's first piano concerto, with Dmitri on piano.
Dmitri Shostakovich plays Schostakovich Concerto No. 1 (5:44)
The world is going to hell, heaven appears at dawn, stays with us through the day, we fall into it when we close our eyes--if we are blessed, lucky, canny, and enjoy a good laugh--or even a wry smile--humour! The evil lack a sense of it.
Not that it gets anything done, the idea--the idea is that we should make sure there's lots of humour in the doing of the non-humorous activities; that way we get to keep the good humours!
The Shostakovich, I mean--I'm on my second listen of the piece above, there's the cowboy moment, it only lasts ten seconds out of five minutes, but the first time I heard it, it stood out. When I re-listened to it last week, I noticed, I noted the piano intro followed by the trumpet--piano and trumpet, and Dmitri's excellent musicality.
(5:21, it's almost finished, the trumpet, wavering!)
I used to play go, now I play backgammon. Those crazy dice!
"The thing about him (=me), he sees all these intricate combinations in the dice, and--they're not there!"
I hope that I don't fall in love with you by Tom Waits (3:54)
I watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest this evening, long time no see, and I found it great and...slow. I resisted and now I'm pondering change and time, how you can speed up reflexes, but some scenes run slow, they're making their point at a certain speed, you'll miss what's going on if you just click and flip, and this won't make sense if you watch the videos--I hope you enjoy 'em!--or vice versa, or the opposite, maybe an orthogonal
Okay, okay! Everybody knows. Jollifications!
Fela Kuti: Music Is A Weapon (1:52)
Richard Pryor: PRISON (6:21)
When I was young, I wanted to play the trumpet. We had a test, it happened once a year. The brass teacher would give us the mouthpiece for a trumpet, ask us to blow a noise out of it, as I remember it there was only me in that room, so maybe we did it one at a time. I got the baritone.
I just couldn't get a note out of that small trumpet mouthpiece. Or maybe I could, but not enough to be allowed to learn it, which meant carrying it--and not the terribly heavy baritone--from my house to the school once a week. Ah, the baritone. I never got the hang of it, though now I apprecitate the deeper brass instruments,
ach--the piece couldn't be found. Gypsy bands. Ah, hold on.
Yes, I see a connection...Gypsy music; Black Cat, White Cat; backgammon, there's gambling, dice...
Ah... ah! Here it is, arriving at the thirty sixth second.
Bubamara - Goran Bregovic (3:53)
Heh! The nights are drawing in. This next is for Fran and the rest of the news crew.
le nuvole (De Andrè) (2:01)