Adiós, Summer!

Hello God!

Thank You for the violin melody I am listening now. It is “Adiós a la Alhambra” by Jesús de Monasterio. I was lucky to meet the composer in the centre of nice mountain village Potes, Cantabria, Spain.

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This funny illustration by Daniel Pérez embodies the violinist and exactly mirrors my own idea about Jésus. Yes, the Crown – Violin is on his head and in his mind. The bows radiate the music we feel in his blue eyes.

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Jesús de Monasterio was born in Potes in 1836. “One afternoon, little Jésus 4 y.o. listen a melody his father playing the violin, a melody as simple as melancholy. When father saw his son sitting in a corner of the room he was in abundant tears. “Why are you crying, child?” he asked. “I cry”, answered the boy, “because that music makes me cry”. With such an answer, Jacinto Monasterio decided to teach his son to play the violin.

He learned to play the violin at age five and became a child prodigy. At the age of seven, Jesus de Monasterio as Mozart astonished the audience by his first performance. “He caused an inexplicable admiration with the prodigies that he made playing the violin: this little angel, smaller than the instrument he had in hand,” – the review of that concert said.

Monasterio.JPGMonasterio devoted most of his life to teaching and promoting music in Spain. Outside of teaching, Monasterio founded in 1863 the Society of Quartets, which became the gateway to Spain of the best chamber music of European Romanticism.

He directed the Orchestra of the Concert Society and brought greater technical complexity to the orchestra, especially in the string section. As a composer, he left half a hundred works. He composed orchestral music and chamber music, religious works and didactic works.

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In Proust Questionnaire for the magazine Black and White published in 1893 he affirmed that his favorite occupation was to study; that his favorite color was white; that among all the animals he preferred the dog; that his favorite writers were Cervantes, Fray Luis de Leon and Concepcion Arenal, and that he had no favorite politician. To the question To what faults do you feel most indulgent?”,  Jesus of Monastery replied: “Those committed its who are blindly in love”.

The Violin.jpg “Adiós a la Alhambra” is the piece for violin and piano, I am saying “Good bye, Summer!” with. This beautiful melody declaims Violin poem by Hafiz:

“When the violin can forgive the past

it starts singing

When the violin can stop worrying

About the future

You will become such a drunk laughing nuisance.

That God will then lean down

And start combing you into His hair.

When the viloin can forgive

Every wound caused by others

The heart starts singing”

It seems the violinist, A. Detisov, embodies the genius of Jésus de Monasterio. I am so grateful to share this pleasure to listen such a beautiful violin melody today, in the last summer day!

Adiós, Summer!

 

 

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November Meow!

Hello God!

Thank You for the violin I am listening saying “Bye-Bye!” to November.

My November was pretty sad – “No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member – No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –November!” – Thomas Hood expresses my feelings. But beautiful November by Max Richer is in my headphones and my favourite cat by Vladimir Rumyantsev makes me smile.

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Do you remember Vasya? This cat is my lifesaver. Meow, meow, meow are at the beginning, but my eyes are closed, I am concentrated and start to distinguish clear words.

“I have found serenity in the most beautiful way. It is in the sounds of violin –  no words can describe how peaceful I am now. I am a little envious to those who knows how to play the violin. I would do anything to play the violin. In my dreams I learn to play the violin everyday with various notes and songs. In my dreams I open my case, tighten my bow, pluck a string to tune. And under apple tree with the sounds of violin Love touches my soul”, Vasya shares his secret with me.

October

“With the sounds of my violin I invite you to go fishing and boating. Let me to read a poem aloud in our boat. Listen “Fishing in Autumn” by Nguyen Khuyen.

The fall pond cheerless, the water clear,
I fish from a small boat drifting here.
Tiny blue ripples roll through the mist,
The wind, the leaves fly past with the year…”

November

“November… Empty branches, fallen leaves, orange, red and yellow became whiter on first snowflakes breeze. Autumn Burgundy is swirling to Winter Whiteness – I hear, I see it in the music! And the music ends with hope – the last day of November is promising happiness because tomorrow we will be hugged by tenderness of Angel of Winter. I know him. You will love him!” Vasya smiles.

With the cool wind comes a bright blue sky. With the last day of November comes a new white hope. Please enjoy this outstanding music. I am incredibly happy to have this possibility to share it with you. Thank you.

Good Bye, Autumn! Good Bye, November!

String Quartet

Hello God!

Thank You for Igor Stravinsky. The composer is great. For this Friday’s night I have chosen his Three Pieces for String Quartet. The music is amazing and, mmm, a little specific. You can not expect from Stravinsky light harmonious trills and passages. He surprises by droll, mercurial, ultra-modern sounds and adventurous use of color and scoring. Violins are happily laughing because viola and cello are mechanically and funny “clock working”. I am playfully laughing in violins company. 

Viktor and Rolf created the String Quartet too. Together with Stravinsky Victor and Rolf are great on my scene. Amy Lowell, a poet, is declaiming her poetry: Stravinsky’s Three Pieces “Grotesques”, for String Quartet: Second Movement. I invite you to enjoy with me this great composition.

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Pale violin music whiffs across the moon,

A pale smoke of violin music blows over the moon,

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Cherry petals fall and flutter,

And the white Pierrot,

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Wreathed in the smoke of the violins,

Splashed with cherry petals falling, falling,

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Claws a grave for himself in the fresh earth

With his finger-nails.

Thank you for sharing with me the pleasure of mixing fashion, poetry and music. Have a beautiful weekend!