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Bach (JS): Goldberg Variations, BWV 988 - XXXI. Quodlibet

Angela Hewitt, piano

"A quodlibet was a kind of musical joke in which popular songs, usually of opposing character, were superimposed. This could be done at a family reunion, most likely after a hearty meal and lots of beer and wine. We know that once a year the Bach clan (an enormous one and full of professional musicians) met at such gatherings, beginning their festivities religiously with a chorale, and ending in complete contrast with an improvised quodlibet, the words of which were purposely humorous and often very naughty. For this final variation Bach chose two folksongs, the words of which are:


I’ve not been with you for so long.
Come closer, closer, closer.


and


Cabbage and beets drove me away.
Had my mother cooked some meat then I’d have
stayed much longer.


In choosing these folksongs, Bach deftly combines his sublime thoughts with the everyday, and brings us a conclusion full of warmth and joy. For someone who was always a ‘workaholic’ and to whom discipline came naturally (even in the last days of his life he didn’t let blindness deter him, and dictated his final work to his pupil and son-in-law Altnikol), he also certainly knew how to enjoy life and to share his humanity with us.” (Excerpt from the liner notes)

i keep getting the cutest anon messages like every day someone sends me a little “have a good day!” message and it makes me smile so much

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poetictouch:

Oliver Ford Davies reads
Sonnet 60
by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

abilliondollarsonaelevator:

I’m screaming ME

me

abilliondollarsonaelevator:

I’m screaming ME

me

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methedras:

this is the best thing i’ve ever made 

andy samberg is so damn loveable. i can’t believe it 

i feel like i have to fit 3 or 4 years worth of experience and excellence into 1.5 years and idk how to do it or if i can do it

like have you seen this? what the hell IS UP with this!??!

like have you seen this? what the hell IS UP with this!??!



why am i just now realizing how great and hilarious hippos are 

noboofs:

When your friend hasn’t come out yet

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