Heinrich Schütz: Die Himmel Erzählen Die Ehre Gottes
Kup Taldea

I’d never heard this work before; the work is originally for horn and piano. Here is a transcription for oboe and it’s quite lovely.

Schumann: Adagio and Allegro, Opus 70
Christian Schmitt, Oboe; Alessandra Gentile, Piano

… at least for me!

From the YouTube page by Nonesuch:
Cellist Yo-Yo Ma, mandolinist Chris Thile, and bassist Edgar Meyer perform J.S. Bach’s Trio Sonata No. 6 in G Major, BWV 530: I. Vivace from their album Bach Trios, due April 7 on Nonesuch Records. Video directed by Danny Clinch. Get the track now with album pre-order:

… because it needed something like this.

Ian Bostridge sings “Silent Noon” from “The English Songbook”

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, –
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
‘Neath billowing [clouds]1 that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge.
‘Tis visible silence, still as the hour glass.

Deep in the sunsearched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: –
So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

—Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Beethoven: Variations on Don Giovanni (excerpt)

OFF des musiciens de l’Orchestre de Paris
Oboes: Alexandre Gattet, Benoît Leclerc
English Horn: Rémi Grouiller

I wonder if I’ll ever get to see them in this lifetime. I certainly hope so, but life is so short ….

Eriks Esenvalds: Northern Lights
Bienen Contemporary/Early Vocal Ensemble: Dr. Donal Nally, Conductor

Filmed December 2, 2013
Pick-Staiger Concert Hall at Northwestern University
Evanston, IL

Davee Distance Learning Initiative
Video Director: Richard Van Kleeck

Tenor: Ryan Townsend Strand

Cik naksninas pret ziemeli
Redzej’ kavus karojam;
Karo kavi pie debesu,
Vedis karus mus’ zeme.

(How many nights against the North wind
I saw the Northern Lights fighting;
Fighting in the sky, the Northern Lights
Bring wars to our land.)

It was night, and I had gone on deck several times.
Iceberg was silent; I too was silent.
It was true dark and cold.
At nine o’clock I was below in my cabin,
When the captain hailed me with the words:
“Come above, Hall, at once! The world is on fire!”
I knew his meaning, and, quick as thought,
I rushed to the companion stairs.
In a moment I reached the deck,
And as the cabin door swung open,
A dazzling light, overpow’ring light burst upon my startled senses!
Oh, the whole sky was one glowing mass of colored flames, so mighty, so brave!
Like a pathway of light the northern lights seemed to draw us into the sky.
Yes, it was harp-music, wild storming in the darkness;
The strings trembled and sparkled in the glow of the flames
Like a shower of fiery darts.
A fiery crown of auroral light cast a warm glow across the arctic ice.
Again at times it was like softly playing, gently rocking silvery waves,
On which dreams travel into unknown worlds.

Text: Latvian folksong, Charles Francis Hall, Fridtjof Nansen

Imant Raminsh: Ubi Caritas
Cappella Nova Mundi; William Kempster, Conductor

John Sheppard: I Give You A New Commandment
University of New Hampshire Chamber Singers; William Kempster, Conductor

I give you a new commandment:
that ye love one another e’en as I have loved you.
By this all men shall know that ye are my disciples.

Oh this Saturday afternoon …

Ed Rex: Sonnet 116 (Shakespeare)
Siglo de Oro

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

Maurice Ravel – Tombeau de Couperin (Prélude for oboe and piano)

(I wish I could remember how I found this video … surely it was someone on Facebook? Maybe Robin Tropper? I’m just not sure. But whoever it was … this is a gem!)

From the YouTube page:
Christian Schmitt – Alessandra Gentile
Contact: [email protected]
Special Thanks:
Ass. Cult. blugen