Tchaikovsky - The Seasons, Op. 37, X: October: Autumn’s Song performed by Vladimir Ashkenazy
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Tchaikovsky - The Seasons, Op. 37, X: October: Autumn’s Song performed by Vladimir Ashkenazy
Camille Saint-Saëns’s Danse Macabre is my Halloween jam.
professonialdramatics:
“A comp book?” Chantel thought about it for a moment. “Um…the school store? That’s the closest for sure. What are you working on like a final or something?”
“That’s the only place?” He hated the quality of the books there, but it would have to do. It wasn’t the quality of his materials that made a piece good anyway, it was him. But his lack of muse was driving him insane.
In honor of Portal 2′s anniversary, here is a piano cover of Want You Gone.
Enjoy!
Nocturne in E minor, Op. posth. 72, No. 1, was composed by Frédéric Chopin for solo piano in 1827. Chopin’s first nocturne, it was the 19th to be published, in 1855. The composition features an unbroken line of quaver triplets in the left hand set against a slow melody of minims, crotchets, quaver duplets and triplets. It consists of 57 bars of common time with the tempo given as Andante, 69 bpm.
Opening bars of Nocturne No. 19 in E minor.
According to Casimir Wierzyknski, in his book The Life and Death of Chopin, ‘’Until then this form [the nocturne] had been the exclusive domain of John Field, an Irish-born composer. But his Nocturne in E minor did not satisfy him (Chopin) and was published only posthumously.“
Performer:Arthur Rubinstein.Great performance.This is the best interpretation i’ve ever heard.As always, very well done Maestro.
Aaron Taylor-Johnson photographed by Amanda Demme for New York Magazine
Hey, Lysher. Any way you can hook me up with a few more notebooks? I... I'm having issues coming up with a new piece for the final practical. I've gone through all of mine.
I don’t have any notebooks around. Why are you torturing yourself so much with a new piece if the last one you showed me is more than ok for the final practical?
mrlysher:
pianoman-pax:
I’m fine with a bike. I’ll try, Lysher. But… No promises. Not many things sound good with the Celesta.
Ok see you in the parking lot then. Cello, contrabass, flute, and violin sound perfect with the Celesta. Just mentioning it but like I said, it’s ok if you rather flying solo
Cellists are assholes. But a flute would work perfectly. Thanks Lyster! See you shortly.
Hey, Lysher. Any way you can hook me up with a few more notebooks? I... I'm having issues coming up with a new piece for the final practical. I've gone through all of mine.
I don’t have any notebooks around. Why are you torturing yourself so much with a new piece if the last one you showed me is more than ok for the final practical?
pianoman-pax:
I’m not pushing myself… Just… extending my limits. Please, the campus store doesn’t have any good ones. None of the performance students can play a celsta.
Alright… if you wanna call it that. Ok I’m leaving in half an hour. If you have a problem with riding a bike lemme know to take the car then. It can be a featuring with other instruments y’know? I know you prefer to work alone but it could be a good challenge there
I’m fine with a bike. I’ll try, Lysher. But... No promises. Not many things sound good with the Celesta.
Hey, Lysher. Any way you can hook me up with a few more notebooks? I... I'm having issues coming up with a new piece for the final practical. I've gone through all of mine.
I don’t have any notebooks around. Why are you torturing yourself so much with a new piece if the last one you showed me is more than ok for the final practical?
I’ve already preformed it. I can’t submit that for the practical. I’ll be a sham. As a Broadway composer, I would be ashamed to hand in a piece that has been preformed on such a large space. I need something unique.
You’re pushing yourself a little too much kid… I don’t have extra notebooks around but I’m going downtown later today if you wanna join me to get a few. Did you consider presenting your final with another composer or musician as I suggested?
I’m not pushing myself... Just... extending my limits. Please, the campus store doesn’t have any good ones. None of the performance students can play a celsta.
Hey, Lysher. Any way you can hook me up with a few more notebooks? I... I'm having issues coming up with a new piece for the final practical. I've gone through all of mine.
I don’t have any notebooks around. Why are you torturing yourself so much with a new piece if the last one you showed me is more than ok for the final practical?
I’ve already preformed it. I can’t submit that for the practical. I’ll be a sham. As a Broadway composer, I would be ashamed to hand in a piece that has been preformed on such a large space. I need something unique.
A trio - Me, violin partner [Edgar], and our mutual friend who refers to herself as “Cookie”
Edgar came up with the sheet music so I have no idea what OSTs we’re playing. To you SnK followers, enjoy!
eastonkennedy:
Easton blatantly ignored the wave along with the words meant to gain his attention. His whole focus set on turning in his final paper. It was literally his last final of the semester. Then his focus would shift to his surgery. But when he saw the dejected look on the face of a guy he thought he recognized from his composition class, he huffed out a slightly irritated breath, stopped, and spun on his heel. “What were you wondering?” he asked as he approached.
Pax rolled his eyes at the attitude, this guy was worse than anybody on Fifth Avenue. “Easton, right?” Pax was amazing at remembering people, it was a skill he had. While his people skills weren’t the best, he could at least always put a name to a face. “Composition books. The final practical has me going insane. I need at least four more books. Where can I get good quality ones?”
malcolmbrockway:
There’s a stack of files and paperwork clutched tightly to Malcolm’s chest as he hobbles his way slowly across the campus quad toward the administrative buildings; cane tapping along the cobbled walkway. He witnesses the one-sided exchange, of half a mind not to interfere, but something about the way the young man sinks dejectedly down onto the bench has him heaving a quiet sigh and changing trajectory to approach. “What’s wrong, kid, y’lost?”
“Not lost. Need to know a good place to stock up my supplies. Because the supply store on campus sucks.” Why did everyone always think he was lost? He ouled out his book and began quickly thumbing through it, hoping he could find a few blank pages that he had missed. Yes, there were programs that would write out his sheet music now, he didn’t care for them. It just wasn’t the same.
aiwannadrawit:
Desmond hummed. “I guess…but it’s still rude.” His eyebrows raised in understanding when he heard what the problem really was. He hadn’t run into that problem while he had been here; having just so many sketch books plus that tablet Alex had gotten it, he never really ran out of paper, but in the past… “I’m not sure really. But I have a notebook or two, if you like?”
Pax chuckled at the comment on it being rude, and offered a shy half smile. He ran a hand through his messy curls at the offer and frowned. “Uh... I... I couldn’t. Do you... Is there a supply store near by that has decent quality books?” He knew the campus store didn’t have the best quality, but if he had to go get books from there, he would. But only as a last resort.
profmartinstromberg:
That wasn’t the kind of question Martin had been expecting. Maybe some panicked request for Ritalin or even something as mundane as a good place to get an endless supply of coffee. “Are you talking about your regular run of the mill composition notebooks? Straight lines, college ruled, grid ruled. That kind of thing?” Martin had his own collection of journals, but he’d admit to a certain degree of elitism in anything he wrote on. All his journals were leather bound and the best quality paper he could afford. “The campus store probably has ‘em.” To Martin’s own irritation, the closest office supply store was an hour away in Reno.
Pax shrugged and took a deep breath in. “I can make anything work. What I can’t make work is this lack of muse. I need to write a five minute piece, and play it.” He pushed his curls out of his face and frowned. “Is there a better place? I don’t care how far away... The books at the school’s shop aren’t the best quality.”