Berlioz's Les Troyens at the Boston Symphony Orchestra: monumental and shimmering, like the ancient cities that you dream. Coming down with a severe sore throat: probably created a slightly more hallucinatory impression than Berlioz intended. On the other hand, Yvonne Naef had a head cold for tonight's Cassandra, and I should sound that good on my healthy days.
Pursuant to my last post: a playlist of sea-yearning songs. Some will be familiar to readers of this journal—some I have gotten from readers of this journal—of this particular batch, a few are traditional, most are coined, and all, when I heard them, spoke to me in the right language of the sea. They may not for anyone else. (The sea has many voices, / Many gods and many voices.) There are thirty songs here; translations or transcriptions can be provided upon request, and there may be a sequel to this playlist at some point. Until then or otherwise, enjoy! I am going to drink a lot of tea and go to bed.
( Did I see the shade of a sailor on the bridge through the wheelhouse pane? )
Pursuant to my last post: a playlist of sea-yearning songs. Some will be familiar to readers of this journal—some I have gotten from readers of this journal—of this particular batch, a few are traditional, most are coined, and all, when I heard them, spoke to me in the right language of the sea. They may not for anyone else. (The sea has many voices, / Many gods and many voices.) There are thirty songs here; translations or transcriptions can be provided upon request, and there may be a sequel to this playlist at some point. Until then or otherwise, enjoy! I am going to drink a lot of tea and go to bed.
( Did I see the shade of a sailor on the bridge through the wheelhouse pane? )
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