Something Beautiful:

It's been a while since I posted some classy classical music, so tuck in that shirt, cross thy legs, and sit back, cause this is the good stuff. And so what if its from like the 70s or 80s. One cannot judge classical music by the era of composition.

I got an iTunes gift card for my birthday and "Yo-Yo Ma Plays Ennio Morricone" was one of the consequences thereof. Ennio Morricone is a modern composer that primarily does soundtracks, and, judging by the emotional depth of his music, I can see why he's revered for it. This is a most excellent album, and I recommend it to anyone looking for some lonely strings. This has been the soundtrack to my world for several weeks now. It gets better with every listen, and acts as a catalyst for whatever emotion you're feeling. (But most obviously intended for the more ...forlorn.)

POST!

Dear You,

HELLO.

I have been slacking on the blog front lately, and for that, I apologize; but I assure you ...it will happen again. I really thought I'd get some top notch blogs done over my break, but time has proven more scarce than previously anticipated. And with the ensuing new spring semester now bearing down on me, I imagine this place is going to get really stale for a while. I know that I, myself, stand most disappointed, being my most dedicated reader and all. But what I can promise you is this:

Nothing.

Kidding, kidding! Don't panic and cry and soil yourself in a fit of mild disapproval. I'll prolly post some totally awesome videos/pictures/music from time to time (after all, my most notable features could essentially be boiled down to the oddities that interests me).

I now leave you with these most excellently peaceful and spiritually satisfying piano pieces. And if you listen to Rachmaninoff's 'piano concerto no.2' and the last couple minutes don't give you even a little lump in the throat or a single goosebump, then do me a favor: check your pulse, assess your reflexes, self-administer a digital rectal exam, and then disregard all collected data, because you have no soul. (Don't even try to comprehend the grammatical algorithms in that sentence, it would blow all our minds.)

Adieu for now! If I don't see you in the future . . . I'll see you in the pasture.

Valentina Lisitsa

Though I cant say for sure because I don't know how to read music, but I would venture to say that when people like Rachmaninoff and Liszt composed some of their pieces they included wormholes and various other time stopping techniques to actually play so unbelievably quick. (Can you really assure me that there's not some kind of alteration of physics hiding in there somewhere?) I'm just unable to comprehend any other way that mere mortals can actually perform so inhumanly fast and accurate.



Which brings me to my posting-point (aka the point of this post, aka the moral of this story, aka the reason you're here, etc etc). Its been said that there are fewer people that can play the works of Beethoven than have walked on the moon, and one of those few people is Valentina Lisista. Never have I been so seethingly envious over someone's secular talent. She is an unparalleled prodigy, a walking phenomenon, a reincarnated Chopin, a [insert hyperbole here], and AND I get the pleasure of going so see her (life permitting) next April, in Wichita of all places. Whoo doggies, I may have to go all out and rent a tux, sport a fedora, and carry a concealed weapon for this event!

Here are a few of my favorites; should you have a cup'o'tea, a pipe (tobacco, of course), a sufficiently condescending sense of culture (specifically an ostentatious appreciation of the arts), and about an hour or so, then thou shouldst listen forth!