Something for the weekend. Well, after a February of frequent below zero temps and constant snow and ice, the snow has finally melted where I live, with just a few remnant patches. Time for some classical music for Spring courtesy of Vivaldi, Strauss and Schumann.
Something for the weekend. As Illinois is locked in yet another storm in this Fimbulwinter, there is only one appropriate song: Winter from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
To follow up my last posting of Baroque music, I thought I would share some religious pieces that have had a spiritual impact on me.
1. Claudio Monteverdi – Vespers of 1610 – Duo Seraphim. Not technically Baroque, but close enough.
2. J.S. Bach – Magnificat – Suscepit Israel.
3. Antonio Vivaldi – Gloria – Et In Terra Pax (And Peace on Earth)
I have been listening to an awful lot of Baroque music lately, as my Facebook friends know well These pieces will be old news to them, having already been edified by my musical selections over the last few weeks. But now I share them with you, as representatives of the greatest musical tradition in history. Let the musical fascism commence!
1. Antonio Vivaldi: Viola D’Amore Concerto in D Minor (RV 540). I love the sound of the viola d’amore. Few composers wrote music for it at all, and fewer still with the skill of Vivaldi. [A big thank you to Youtube subscriber Harmonico 101 for all of his fantastic uploads as well]
I was inspired to transfer my brain goo to the computer screen over the last couple of hours. Here are the results. Here’s to a more fruitful discussion.
I haven’t talked extensively about why I rejected atheistic communism and made my way back to Catholicism. There were a number of reasons; being shown the logical and moral bankruptcy of materialism, the corruption I personally witnessed in the movement, the fact that I could never bring myself to really embrace any of the tenants of the cultural agenda, and so on. The idea of fighting for anything in a universe that did not, and could not care about the outcome of human events could no longer captivate me. I suppose some people are able to convince themselves of the possibility, even the certainty, of “goodness” in a reality that owes nothing to consciousness and will; to me, such a belief, no matter how comforting, would be a lie. And I cannot live a lie.