Made out well today at the library's record sale, mostly in the Bach mass department. Also, the JFK department. I also got some random ballets.
Engelbert Humperdinck - We Made it Happen, 1970 (this one will probably just go on the wall)
JS Bach
B Minor Mass - Robert Shaw Chorale and Orchestra, RCA Victor
Mass in F Major, BWV 233
Mass in G Major, BWV 236
Mass in G Minor, BWV 235
Mass in A Major, BWV 234
Selections from the Musical Notebook for Anna Magdalena (1968) RCA Victrola
CPE Bach - Magnificat, Collegium Aureum, conducted by Kurt Thomas (1968) RCA Victrola
Mozart - Kronungsmesse (Coronation Mass), Wiener Singverein & Berliner Philharmoniker, 1976
John F. Kennedy, A Memorial Album: Highlights of Speeches Made by our Beloved President (broadcast on WMCA New York on November 22, 1963)
Anthology of Renaissance Music, including Josquin de Pres, Victoria, and Palestrina - Primavera Singers of the New York Pro Musica Antiqua
Shostakovitch - Symphony No. 5, Op. 47, Leonard Bernstein and the New York Philharmonic (from 1959 tour) Columbia Masterworks
Britten
Ceremony of Carols and Te Deum - Christ Church Cathedral Choir of Oxford, Francis Grier conducting (1982)
Nocturne - Peter Pears with London Symphony Orchestra, Benjamin Britten conducting
50 Great Moments of Opera: 53 Complete Arias from Best-Loved Operas (1977)
Encore, Byron Janis. Includes Liszt, Schumann, Prokofiev, etc. It says on the jacket "First recordings ever made in the Soviet Union by American technical and musical staff and equipment. Recorded by Mercury on location in Moscow." On the record, "For Broadcast Only, Not For Sale" (1960 tour) Mercury Records
Elton John - The Fox (1981) (um... just because)
Etta James - Deep In the Night (1978)
Potorjinsky's Russian Choir, Vespers & Matins (1971)
Paganini - Violin Concerto No. 1, Victor Tretyakov on violin, Moscow Philharmonic (1980)
Mae West - The Fabulous Mae West (1956) Decca Records Hi-Fi
Louis Armstrong and the Mills Brothers (1954) Decca Records Hi-Fi
Marian Anderson - Original Soundtrack of "See It Now" (1958) RCA Victor
Orff - Carmina Burana, Philadelphia Orchestra
A Concert At The White House - Alexander Schneider, Pablo Casals, Mieczyslaw Horszowski (November 13, 1961) Columbia Records
AND IN CASE ANYONE I KNOW IS EVER MEAN TO ME:
WYBC Presents ... The Yale Banjo Club
24 August 2009
22 August 2009
where no one notices the contrast of white on white
The past few days I've been honing my Oregonian skills of being able to predict rain. Mostly because it just rains every three hours and that's the way it works. But today it's just been raining.
For the life of me I can't concentrate on, well, anything, but especially not on my summer reading that's due on Tuesday, so a self-interested blog post is in order to kill time. There's even a gangster on the front of my textbook! and it's still not interesting. I, however, am interesting.
Not.
Captain Bananio is nearly running. He's got some words, he's climbing the stairs (until we catch him and pull him off), he's still not mastered the fork but he has mastered the throwing of the food. He's just past 13 months. We have conversations where we both fully understand each other even though we are not speaking the same language.
Zannah is going into the second grade. She keeps sending me text messages through her mother, and even though she's a little terrorist I still adore her. Same with Prince Philip. When you get them separate Prince Philip is an angel, but the two of them together.... super effective birth control.
School happens on Monday. Niki and I both decided this semester is going to suck. so. bad. I'm already ridiculously behind on reading. Niki doesn't even know all the classes she's taking yet. In brighter news, Maeg comes home today! in five short, short hours. And tonight I'm sitting for a family that is very low maintenance and pays me well. So, money and friends.
I love DC. I love it from my stupid apartment, I love it from carrying $95 worth of groceries home from Giant in 93 degrees with 67% humidity, I love it from the wet roof of a Columbia Heights rowhouse watching the storms surround the entire city, I love it from the crowded red line platform during rush hour, I love it from the midday sky getting darker and darker until it cracks and pours down on all the college kids moving into the building. I have never loved a city this way. But today I don't understand it.
I have high hopes.
For the life of me I can't concentrate on, well, anything, but especially not on my summer reading that's due on Tuesday, so a self-interested blog post is in order to kill time. There's even a gangster on the front of my textbook! and it's still not interesting. I, however, am interesting.
Not.
Captain Bananio is nearly running. He's got some words, he's climbing the stairs (until we catch him and pull him off), he's still not mastered the fork but he has mastered the throwing of the food. He's just past 13 months. We have conversations where we both fully understand each other even though we are not speaking the same language.
Zannah is going into the second grade. She keeps sending me text messages through her mother, and even though she's a little terrorist I still adore her. Same with Prince Philip. When you get them separate Prince Philip is an angel, but the two of them together.... super effective birth control.
School happens on Monday. Niki and I both decided this semester is going to suck. so. bad. I'm already ridiculously behind on reading. Niki doesn't even know all the classes she's taking yet. In brighter news, Maeg comes home today! in five short, short hours. And tonight I'm sitting for a family that is very low maintenance and pays me well. So, money and friends.
I love DC. I love it from my stupid apartment, I love it from carrying $95 worth of groceries home from Giant in 93 degrees with 67% humidity, I love it from the wet roof of a Columbia Heights rowhouse watching the storms surround the entire city, I love it from the crowded red line platform during rush hour, I love it from the midday sky getting darker and darker until it cracks and pours down on all the college kids moving into the building. I have never loved a city this way. But today I don't understand it.
I have high hopes.
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