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Platz 1 am 30.04.2007 in den Electro Crossover TOP 100
Empfehlung am 15.01.2007
Nachdem ich schon etliche Anfragen bezüglich eines Stückes bekommen habe, in dem ich endlich einmal als Countertenor singe, habe ich mich mal auf den Hosenboden gesetzt, obwohl draußen so schönes Wetter ist.
Zum Einsatz kam auch ein recht ungewöhnliches (virtuelles) Instrument: Ein Erhu.
Das Erhu ist ein zweisaitiges Streichinstrument aus China, das keine Bünde und kein Griffbrett besitzt und bereits seit dem siebten Jahrhundert existiert. Der einzigartige Klang des auch in der heutigen chinesischen Musik noch gerne verwendeten Instruments unterscheidet sich erheblich von dem einer westlichen Violine.
Ich sage allen meinen Freunden, die mir ihre Ohren und Herzen leihen und mir so den Rückhalt geben, so etwas überhaupt zu wagen, ein herzliches Dankeschön!
Empfehlung am 15.01.2007
Nachdem ich schon etliche Anfragen bezüglich eines Stückes bekommen habe, in dem ich endlich einmal als Countertenor singe, habe ich mich mal auf den Hosenboden gesetzt, obwohl draußen so schönes Wetter ist.
Zum Einsatz kam auch ein recht ungewöhnliches (virtuelles) Instrument: Ein Erhu.
Das Erhu ist ein zweisaitiges Streichinstrument aus China, das keine Bünde und kein Griffbrett besitzt und bereits seit dem siebten Jahrhundert existiert. Der einzigartige Klang des auch in der heutigen chinesischen Musik noch gerne verwendeten Instruments unterscheidet sich erheblich von dem einer westlichen Violine.
Ich sage allen meinen Freunden, die mir ihre Ohren und Herzen leihen und mir so den Rückhalt geben, so etwas überhaupt zu wagen, ein herzliches Dankeschön!
Bannerman of the Dandenong
By Alice Werner
(1859 – 1935)
I rode through the Bush in the burning noon,
Over the hills to my bride, --
The track was rough and the way was long,
And Bannerman of the Dandenong,
He rode along by my side.
A day's march off my Beautiful dwelt,
By the Murray streams in the West; --
Lightly lilting a gay love-song
Rode Bannerman of the Dandenong,
With a blood-red rose on his breast.
So geht das Gedicht weiter (nicht komponiert):
"Red, red rose of the Western streams"
Was the song he sang that day --
Truest comrade in hour of need, --
Bay Mathinna his peerless steed --
I had my own good grey.
There fell a spark on the upland grass --
The dry Bush leapt into flame; --
And I felt my heart go cold as death,
And Bannerman smiled and caught his breath, --
But I heard him name Her name.
Down the hill-side the fire-floods rushed,
On the roaring eastern wind; --
Neck and neck was the reckless race, --
Ever the bay mare kept her pace,
But the grey horse dropped behind.
He turned in the saddle -- "Let's change, I say!"
And his bridle rein he drew.
He sprang to the ground, -- "Look sharp!" he said
With a backward toss of his curly head --
"I ride lighter than you!"
Down and up -- it was quickly done --
No words to waste that day! --
Swift as a swallow she sped along,
The good bay mare from Dandenong, --
And Bannerman rode the grey.
The hot air scorched like a furnace blast
From the very mouth of Hell: --
The blue gums caught and blazed on high
Like flaming pillars into the sky; . . .
The grey horse staggered and fell.
"Ride, ride, lad, -- ride for her sake!" he cried; --
Into the gulf of flame
Were swept, in less than a breathing space
The laughing eyes, and the comely face,
And the lips that named HER name.
She bore me bravely, the good bay mare; --
Stunned, and dizzy and blind,
I heard the sound of a mingling roar --
'Twas the Lachlan River that rushed before,
And the flames that rolled behind.
Safe -- safe, at Nammoora gate,
I fell, and lay like a stone.
O love! thine arms were about me then,
Thy warm tears called me to life again, --
But -- O God! that I came alone! --
We dwell in peace, my beautiful one
And I, by the streams in the West, --
But oft through the mist of my dreams along
Rides Bannerman of the Dandenong,
With the blood-red rose on his breast.
By Alice Werner
(1859 – 1935)
I rode through the Bush in the burning noon,
Over the hills to my bride, --
The track was rough and the way was long,
And Bannerman of the Dandenong,
He rode along by my side.
A day's march off my Beautiful dwelt,
By the Murray streams in the West; --
Lightly lilting a gay love-song
Rode Bannerman of the Dandenong,
With a blood-red rose on his breast.
So geht das Gedicht weiter (nicht komponiert):
"Red, red rose of the Western streams"
Was the song he sang that day --
Truest comrade in hour of need, --
Bay Mathinna his peerless steed --
I had my own good grey.
There fell a spark on the upland grass --
The dry Bush leapt into flame; --
And I felt my heart go cold as death,
And Bannerman smiled and caught his breath, --
But I heard him name Her name.
Down the hill-side the fire-floods rushed,
On the roaring eastern wind; --
Neck and neck was the reckless race, --
Ever the bay mare kept her pace,
But the grey horse dropped behind.
He turned in the saddle -- "Let's change, I say!"
And his bridle rein he drew.
He sprang to the ground, -- "Look sharp!" he said
With a backward toss of his curly head --
"I ride lighter than you!"
Down and up -- it was quickly done --
No words to waste that day! --
Swift as a swallow she sped along,
The good bay mare from Dandenong, --
And Bannerman rode the grey.
The hot air scorched like a furnace blast
From the very mouth of Hell: --
The blue gums caught and blazed on high
Like flaming pillars into the sky; . . .
The grey horse staggered and fell.
"Ride, ride, lad, -- ride for her sake!" he cried; --
Into the gulf of flame
Were swept, in less than a breathing space
The laughing eyes, and the comely face,
And the lips that named HER name.
She bore me bravely, the good bay mare; --
Stunned, and dizzy and blind,
I heard the sound of a mingling roar --
'Twas the Lachlan River that rushed before,
And the flames that rolled behind.
Safe -- safe, at Nammoora gate,
I fell, and lay like a stone.
O love! thine arms were about me then,
Thy warm tears called me to life again, --
But -- O God! that I came alone! --
We dwell in peace, my beautiful one
And I, by the streams in the West, --
But oft through the mist of my dreams along
Rides Bannerman of the Dandenong,
With the blood-red rose on his breast.
