Spiegel im Spiegel (mirror in the mirror)
been working late in the evenings and listening to NPR radio with classical music all night via iTunes. heard this piece and i just paused and took a moment to listen more intently. it's so beautiful, melancholy and wistful. the piece is called Spiegel im Spiegel by Arvo Part. loved it so much i'm listening to the CD right now. you can listen to a clip from amazon.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000024HL1/sr=8-1/qid=1146796178/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-9853421-9285502?%5Fencoding=UTF8
read what one person on amazon wrote...the imagery is so beautifully painted and matches the mood of the music so well.
Reviewer: Sanson Corrasco "sansoncorrasco" (Bucharest, Romania) - See all my reviews
You sit in a darkened room looking into a garden. There is no moon.
A single disembodied note sounds, and in the ambient light you see a piano. There is a repeated triad that you think is the opening of Moonlight Sonata, but it's not. It is a simple right-handed exercise, lovely in its repetition, a practiced, careful rhythm.
From a shadow in the drapes, a violin begins a pair of notes, one simple bow stroke, down and up, listening, enjoying its resonance, perfecting its tone.
As if they were unaware of each other, piano and violin continue with parts accidentally overlaid. Long slow notes by the violin are a wistful melody, the finger exercise a cautious metronome.
This is crushingly intimate music. We have stumbled into a sacred moment. When the left hand strikes a lower key, it is as if a third musician has entered the room and with a simple, ominous single note, has taken the percussive role from the right hand. But the right continues and our attention is drawn again to its simple melody. There is that repeating triad. The cycle begins again.
This is Fǖr Alina. It is so lovely, so innocent and so unspoilt, we can only cry upon first hearing. It is unimaginable P�rt did not intend Fǖr Alina to be compared with Fǖr Elise. With this CD, Fǖr Alina, like other elegant simplistes, is poised to be trivialized. Mark my words, the day will come, and soon, when some barbarian will use it in a ring tone. But this is strong music, strong enough to outlast mere popularity. One day it will make you cry again.
Still, I sort of hope no one will buy it.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000024HL1/sr=8-1/qid=1146796178/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-9853421-9285502?%5Fencoding=UTF8
read what one person on amazon wrote...the imagery is so beautifully painted and matches the mood of the music so well.
Reviewer: Sanson Corrasco "sansoncorrasco" (Bucharest, Romania) - See all my reviews
You sit in a darkened room looking into a garden. There is no moon.
A single disembodied note sounds, and in the ambient light you see a piano. There is a repeated triad that you think is the opening of Moonlight Sonata, but it's not. It is a simple right-handed exercise, lovely in its repetition, a practiced, careful rhythm.
From a shadow in the drapes, a violin begins a pair of notes, one simple bow stroke, down and up, listening, enjoying its resonance, perfecting its tone.
As if they were unaware of each other, piano and violin continue with parts accidentally overlaid. Long slow notes by the violin are a wistful melody, the finger exercise a cautious metronome.
This is crushingly intimate music. We have stumbled into a sacred moment. When the left hand strikes a lower key, it is as if a third musician has entered the room and with a simple, ominous single note, has taken the percussive role from the right hand. But the right continues and our attention is drawn again to its simple melody. There is that repeating triad. The cycle begins again.
This is Fǖr Alina. It is so lovely, so innocent and so unspoilt, we can only cry upon first hearing. It is unimaginable P�rt did not intend Fǖr Alina to be compared with Fǖr Elise. With this CD, Fǖr Alina, like other elegant simplistes, is poised to be trivialized. Mark my words, the day will come, and soon, when some barbarian will use it in a ring tone. But this is strong music, strong enough to outlast mere popularity. One day it will make you cry again.
Still, I sort of hope no one will buy it.