The Advent portions of Handel’s Messiah. The above video is the Overture.
Next we have “Comfort Ye” which is a messianic text from Isaiah 40.
“Comfort ye, comfort ye My people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to
Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her
iniquity is pardoned. The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness,
prepare ye the way of the Lord. Make straight in the desert a highway for
our God. ”
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]
This weekend, we have one of my favorite scenes from Carmen by Georges Bizet (the best performance I saw on Youtube; watch the Habanera too); Chopin’s Grand Polonaise (I love the part at 3:26 the best); and the third movement from Rimsky-Korsakov’s second symphony Antar.
Bizet: Carmen (Seguedille)
Chopin: Grand Polonaise
Rimsky-Korsakov: Antar (3rd. mvt.)
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.