I have been listening steadily for two weeks now, to lenny directing and commentary on -das lied and the 9th- by mahler.
I found out- 30 years ago when i left my wife and kids with a small pack sac and went traveling with somethig better than a walkman and one cassete that there are two types of music. One , you can play as you go and then move on , and another that you cannot insert into your routine as background noise, but on the contrary you have to sub your routine to it. It has to start your day and close it allowing you only to casually perform your work or chores throu the day as secondary as background noise. On my cassette , i had Monn's cello and another piece, hayden cello, on the other side the four seasons. pretty vigorous and upbeat stuffaccording to my mood of adventure and new beginning. I listen to it as I hitched rides an throuhout the days, for maybe two years , and went i settled in for the night I played through the speakers to include my surroundings as well as myself in the music. surrounding like an abbandoned twelve century watch tower over the amalfitan costiera , or a little nearly inaccessible bay near santa agata which smugglers used for rendevouz on new moon nights. Up on a high alpine refuge on The Grand paradiso which i dare to climb to in the off season and which nearly killed me. then down to puerto angel and puerto escondido in mexico, and finally the canadian rockies and the frazer canion where I decided to god pan in order to supplement my diet. Wherever i went these three pieces of music were my main interest and attention and the chores and other doings a backdrop to them. the rocky walls of the canyon reverberated these strange exotic sounds,as did the tropical forest east of p. angel.The saracen tower over positano as did the dark lofty crags of the gran paradiso. I spent two years enveloped and absorbed into those pieces of as I made my way through all those places feeling as though I had never stepped out of my secure blissful zone. It was awesome! - Now just when-on the wake of a grand failure of mine, i needed it most , i came upon these two videos that are the musical resurrection of the spirit of Gameteus. and the music is so deep, so laden with meaning and sentiment that there is no ways to just listen to it.NO WAY!
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ce, but here a few words are left... after a while i am floating in it like on an ocean , and distant are its shores of reality. the music has inebrieted me, it has drifted me away , i have abandoned myself to it and the mountain or the canyon that hears it are just glass like reflections in the sky. And so -down here -on a shimmering surface- floating away, is i!
Democratic Dilemmas and Divine Inspiration examines the significance or relevance of the idea that the U.S. Constitution was, as many believe, divinely inspired. How much did that belief matter to founders of the nation and how much does it matter no
Democratic Dilemmas and Divine Inspiration examines the significance or relevance of the idea that the U.S. Constitution was, as many believe, divinely inspired. How much did that belief matter to founders of the nation and how much does it matter no
I have been listening steadily for two weeks now, to lenny directing and commentary on -das lied and the 9th- by mahler.
I found out- 30 years ago when i left my wife and kids with a small pack sac and went traveling with somethig better than a walkman and one cassete that there are two types of music. One , you can play as you go and then move on , and another that you cannot insert into your routine as background noise, but on the contrary you have to sub your routine to it. It has to start your day and close it allowing you only to casually perform your work or chores throu the day as secondary as background noise. On my cassette , i had Monn's cello and another piece, hayden cello, on the other side the four seasons. pretty vigorous and upbeat stuffaccording to my mood of adventure and new beginning. I listen to it as I hitched rides an throuhout the days, for maybe two years , and went i settled in for the night I played through the speakers to include my surroundings as well as myself in the music. surrounding like an abbandoned twelve century watch tower over the amalfitan costiera , or a little nearly inaccessible bay near santa agata which smugglers used for rendevouz on new moon nights. Up on a high alpine refuge on The Grand paradiso which i dare to climb to in the off season and which nearly killed me. then down to puerto angel and puerto escondido in mexico, and finally the canadian rockies and the frazer canion where I decided to god pan in order to supplement my diet. Wherever i went these three pieces of music were my main interest and attention and the chores and other doings a backdrop to them. the rocky walls of the canyon reverberated these strange exotic sounds,as did the tropical forest east of p. angel.The saracen tower over positano as did the dark lofty crags of the gran paradiso. I spent two years enveloped and absorbed into those pieces of as I made my way through all those places feeling as though I had never stepped out of my secure blissful zone. It was awesome! - Now just when-on the wake of a grand failure of mine, i needed it most , i came upon these two videos that are the musical resurrection of the spirit of Gameteus. and the music is so deep, so laden with meaning and sentiment that there is no ways to just listen to it.NO WAY!