Sunday Morning Euro-Classical Radio 8.27.17
What a Strange Desire!
Antonio Vivaldi
Kyrie from Missa Brevis
Zoltan Kodaly
Come Unto Me,
All Ye That Labor and are Heavily Laden
Matthias Weckmann
All Ends That Has Beginning
Hugo Wolf
But The Nights…
Ernst Krenek
At the Round Earth’s Imagined Corners
Benjamin Britten
Midnight
Hugo Wolf
Homesick
Ernst Krenek
I Breathed a Tender Fragrance
Gustav Mahler
Prayer
Anton Webern
Morning Song
Anton Webern
Arise
Anton Webern
As Steals the Morn Upon the Night
George Frideric Handel
Why do the Nations so Furiously Rage Together?
George Frideric Handel
Hear a New Poem - the Ingredients are Noses
Orlando di Lasso
Salve Regina - adagio
Joseph Haydn
The Wanderer
Joseph Haydn
Motet - O coelitum beati - aria
Joseph Haydn
Russian Easter Hymn
Russian folk song: Kalinka - the Mulberry Tree
The Poet’s Last Song
Edvard Grieg
The Moth and the Star
Camille Saint Saens
Rhine Legend
Gustav Mahler
Beautiful Dreamer
Stephen Foster
Old Folks at Home - arranged by Antonin Dvorak
Stephen Foster
The Pearl
Franz Schubert
Sister’s Greeting
Franz Schubert
Reflection
Franz Schubert
The Enchantment of Eyes
Franz Schubert
Who Made Up This Sweet Little Tune?
Gustav Mahler
Un chant novel
Wibers Kaukesel
De bien amer grant joie atent
Gave Brule
Estampie
Anonymous
Quant define fueille et flor
Gave Brule
Donna pos vos ay chausida
Anonymous
Domna pos vos ay chausida
Anonymous
On the Stove
Igor Stravinsky
At Home
Igor Stravinsky
Dodo
Igor Stravinsky
The Cat Has…
Igor Stravinsky
Music
Dmitri Shostakovich
Not musical in any sense of the word, but possibly of interest to your Grey Matters listeners:
ReplyDeletehttps://auribusarrectis.wordpress.com/2017/12/
... and this snapshot of our young marquis in action (from a gossip post on FB):
Donna Chaban-Delmas - So. 1964 - I think it was early summer. My husband David DeKalb and I were guests at the penthouse home of writer Roy Comart at 50 Sutton Place South, along with about 20 other couples and a couple of single men. After dinner, a few of us gathered in the living room. At some point this tall blonde kid comes charging into the foyer and loudly declaring - he may have been drinking - "is my dad here?" I didn't pay much attention until he came into the living room, sat on the arm of the sofa and started fondling Helen Kaufman. Now Helen was my very dear friend even tho I was just 24 years old & she was in her early 50s. She was a petite 4'11". My husband David grabbed the arm of her husband Irving Kaufman (yes, the same Judge Irving Kaufman who had presided over the Rosenberg trial), but before they could reach the sofa, Helen had already smacked this kid right in the face. Really hard. I asked our host, "who is that kid?" - "Oh, that's Donnie Trump; that's his father Fred over there in the corner." This all happened in a flash. Well, the upshot was that daddy Fred and spoiled rotten, rude 17 year old Donnie were TOLD to leave. I don't recall if Momma Trump was there; thinking back I don't think so. The doorman was already waiting with an open elevator to escort them out of the building. The name Trump meant nothing to me at the time. The only Manhattan real estate tycoon we knew personally was a very nice man named Riker, short burly man who would have been perfect in a Coppola movie, always with a cigar, and who always showed up at soirees with tall leggy showgirls.
When 45 started campaigning, I couldn't believe it and this memory came back to me as clear as if it had happened "yesterday.".