What Are You Listening To? #24

we are a meek people who only ask for the freedom of fried chicken, not fancy spaghetti

 

Great song.

My wife and I saw Dave Brubeck and his band play at a small Catholic church outside Richmond, VA shortly before he died and he did a set of religious music and then a jazz set at the end. He was really frail at that point but he still played as good as ever and he told some great stories about his tours around the world, including a gig in Kabul, Afghanistan of all places. I can still remember the strange sensation of sitting in a church watching him play classics like this:



I'm glad we got the chance to see him before he passed away - it was a really special concert and experience.

 

back in the 90's, woo im gettin' old, but this is the song i lost my virginity too

nostalgia

 

In this case both. It was particularly poignant because it was obvious that Mr. Brubeck was nearing the end of his days, but there he was still doing what he loved.

Good stuff, Falena.

I heard quite a bit of opera around the house when I was a kid, too. My dad was a huge fan of that and classical music.

 

Sorry but I never liked his tone. My father thought him brilliant and got very upset with me when I insisted on calling him ‘Old leather lungs Lanza'

 

As a pretentious and snotty nosed brat I hated all music other than classical. The first time a light went on in my head there was anything worthwile outside of the classics ( some of which I know hear as crass populist rubbish) was Dave Brubeck’s ‘Take Five’.
Speaking of Afghanistan of all places here’s an interpretation of Brubeck performed just over the border.

 

Here’s an odd one, slow sleezy blues mostly spoken rather than sung.

 

An acquired taste, even for lovers of classical music. German lieder (Art Song) is on the top. of my listening list.
To gain any appreciation of it though it’s necessary to know what they’re singing about. I doubt one in a thousand of you will follow this through but there’s no harm in trying. You can lead a horse to water etc.

The Erlking
Who rides so lately through night and wind?
It's the father with his child;
He's got the boy in his arm,
He holds him safely, he keeps him warm.

"My son, why do you hide your face so anxiously?"
"Don't you see the Erlking, father?
The Erlking with crown and coat?"1
"My son, it's a streak of fog."

"You lovely child, come, come with me!
I'll play oh so beautiful games with you;
There are a couple of colorful flowers near the shore,
My mother has a couple of golden robes."

"My father, my father, and don't you hear,
What the Erlking promises silently?"
"Be quiet, stay calm, my child;
The wind rustles through withered leaves."

"Do you, good boy, want to come with me?
My daughters shall take care of you nicely;
My daughters lead the nightly dance,
And lull and dance and sing you to sleep."

"My father, my father, and don't you see there
Erlking's daughters at the gloomy place?"
"My son, my son, I see it clearly:
It seems to be the old grey willows."

"I love you, I'm fascinated by your beautiful form;
And if you're not willing, I'll have to use force."
"My father, my father, now he is grabbing me!
Erlking has hurt me!"

The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
He holds the groaning child in his arms,
Reaches his home with effort and distress;
The child in his arms was dead.

• 1.It's not really clear what exactly "Schweif" means in this context. The literal translation would be "tail", but I'd rather say it's about the end of his coat.

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/der-erlkönig-erlking.html-0





Am Fenster

Johann Gabriel Seidl

Ihr lieben Mauern, hold und traut,
Die ihr mich kühl umschliesst,
Und silberglänzend nieserschaut,
Wenn droben Vollmond ist!
Ihr saht mich einst so traurig da,
Mein Haupt auf schlaffer Hand, Als
ich in mir allein mich sah,
Und Keiner mich verstand.
Jetzt brach ein ander Licht heran,
Die Trauerzeit ist um,
Und Manche zieh’n mit mir die Bahn
Durch’s Lebensheiligtum.
Sie raubt der Zufall ewig nie
Aus meinem treuen Sinn,
In tiefster Seele trag’ ich sie,
Da reicht kein Zufall hin.
Du Mauer wähnst mich trüb wie einst,
Das ist die stille Freud;
Wenn du vom Mondlicht widerscheinst,
Wird mir die Brust so weit.
An jedem Fenster wähn’ ich dann
Ein Freundeshaupt, gesenkt,
Das auch so schaut zum Himmel an,
Das auch so meiner denkt.

At the window
English Translation © Richard Wigmore

Dear, familiar walls,
you enclose me within your coolness,
and gaze down with silvery sheen
when the full moon shines above.
Once you saw me here so sad,
head buried in weary hands,
looking only within myself,
understood by no one.
Now a new light has dawned,
the time of sadness is past,
and many join me on my path
through this sacred life.
Chance will never steal them
from my faithful heart;
I carry them deep in my soul,
where fate cannot penetrate.
Wall, you imagine I am as gloomy as I once was:
that is my silent joy.
When you reflect the moonlight
my heart swells.
Then I imagine I see at every window
a friendly face, lowered,
that then gazes heavenwards,
thinking of me too.
Translations by Richard Wigmore first published by Gollancz and reprinted in the Hyperion Schubert Song Edition

 

e Moh Moh ke Dhaage Lyrics Translation | Dum Laga ke Haisha


Movie: Dum Laga ke Haisha
Music: Anu Malik
Lyrics: Varun Grover
Singer: Papon
Starring: Ayushmann Khurrana
Label: Yash Raj Music

Ye moh moh ke dhaage
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
Koi Toh Toh na laage
Kis tarah girah ye suljhe
Hai rom rom iktaara
Hai rom rom iktaara
Jo baadalon mein se guzre

these threads of attachment,
have got entangled in your fingers
I seem to get no clue,
how to solve open this knot..
every particle of my body is a musical instrument,
that passes through the clouds..

Tu hoga zara paagal, tune mujhko hai chuna
Kaise tune ankahaa, tune ankahaa sab sunaa
Tu hoga zara paagal, tune mujhko hai chuna

you must be a little mad, that you have chosen me..
how, how did you listen to everything that was unsaid..

Tu din sa hai, main raat
Aa na dono mill jaayein shaamon ki tarah

you are like a day, I am night.
come let’s meet like they both meet in the evening..

Yeh moh moh ke dhaage…

Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle to na tha
Chitthiyon ko jaise mil gaya
Jaise ik naya sa pataa
Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle to na tha

this heart wasn’t so carefree earlier..
letters seem to have found
a new address..
this heart wasn’t so carefree earlier..

Khaali raahein, hum aankh moonde jaayein
Pahunche kahin to bewajah

on the empty street, I walk with my eyes closed,
I’ll reach at least somewhere even if for no reason..

Yey moh moh ke dhaage…