Boy Meets Mom

SKU: SU.12800086

BachScholar Editions Vol. 86: BACH MEETS RAGTIME: 10 Four-Part Chorales Arranged (Volume 2) (41 pages) was born out of classic ragtime and related style improvisations on selected four-part chorales by J.S. Bach. These arrangements transform Bach’s short chorales into exciting and idiomatic concert pieces for piano while fully retaining the chorales’ original melodies and harmonies. Styles encountered in this collection include two-step rags, cake walk, waltz, etude, cool swing, march macabre, and hoedown. The ten pieces have been assembled in a strategic order so that they may be played in succession as an effective concert cycle. In addition, they may be played singly or in pairs and groups as the performer sees fit. A complete performance lasts approximately 36 minutes. This collection is ideal for piano students, teachers, and concert artists who seek fresh, new, and creative material for study and performance. Keyboard/Theory Published by: BachScholar.

SKU: LM.26851

ISBN 9790230968515.

Two Days - Travel in winter - Here comes the jazz show - My friend Gabriel - Maria's memories - Never in September - When Charley meets Dan - For a moment of stillness - Time to rag - Somewhere in my heart - White and Blue song - Call me - Fleeting moment - She is gone - Like in a dream.

SKU: AP.28714

UPC: 038081312583. English.

Written in the style of a folk song, this exquisite original choral captures the essence of a tender love that lasts forever. Where the sea meets the sky, I know it's there that you and I will be together, forever, till eternity. Touching, haunting, captivating.

SKU: HL.49047079

ISBN 9783795730437. UPC: 196288115106.

At the international LISTENING/HEARING symposium in autumn 2021 in Bonn, international experts discussed the elementary sense of hearing and the cultural technique of listening. Philosophy meets cognitive research, soundscape ecology meets musicology, architectural theory meets media analysis, history meets sociology. And everything on the sound art, which absorbs, processes and externalizes scientific findings and often throws back new questions. With contributions by Sam Auinger, Barry Blesser, Gernot Bohme, Jonathan Clarke, Stefan Evers, Edwin van der Heide, Anne Holzmuller Sandra Muller, Sven Oliver Muller, Bernhard Leitner, Gordon Monahan, Helga de la Motte-Haber, Jonas Obleser, Andreas Oldorp, Jens Gerrit Papenburg, Lucia Ronchetti, Hartmut Rosa, Linda-Ruth Salter, Holger Schulze, Maia Urstad and Jonathan Sterne.

SKU: DB.01-00681

ISBN 9790012200284.

Contemporary Classical meets Jazz Grooves.

Theremin's Journey is quite different. True, there is a piano - which plays bluesy, filmic, generally quite unmemorable music - but add in the theremin and pre-recorded electronics and the listener is off on a bizarre jazz meets sci-fi meets film-pop journey. The high-pitched spooky whine of the theremin is unmistakable, and unforgettable in small doses, as here; the work was in fact commissioned by Joanne Pearce Martin, who plays both theremin and piano. This track actually carries a 'health' warning on the cover: Crackles are part of the electronic track and are intentional: the CD is not defective! As it happens, the crackling is not particularly noticeable, and in general the electronics are atmospheric and additive in combination with the theremin. Especially the first and last two or three minutes of the 'journey' are really quite fascinating musically. (musicweb-international.com, May 2011) // Theremin's Journey places that curiously otherworldly instrument and piano in cheeky avant-garde tandem with electronic sonorities...(GRAMOPHONE, August 2011).

SKU: HL.49045961

For many choirs, 'Classic meets Jazz' is a welcome theme, especially if a choir wants to learn and rehearse a stylistically wide-ranging repertoire. These arrangements which are based on works by Schubert (serenade 'Leise flehen meine Lieder'), Brahms (Intermezzo Op. 118/6) and Chopin (Nocturne Op. 9/2) use several jazz styles such as swing, bossa nova and jazz waltz. Content text: Serenade (F. Schubert: Leise flehen meine Lieder) I'm free (J. Brahms: Intermezzo op. 118/6) Amelie's Lullaby (F. Chopin, Nocturne op. 9/2).

SKU: BR.OB-5189-26

ISBN 9790004330319. 9 x 12 inches.

Originally, the present work - with a Latin text and the title Non nobis, Domine - was a gift written by Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy in November 1830 for the 25th birthday of his sister Fanny. Five years later he decided to have it printed, and his publisher Simrock urged him to produce a German translation as well. It is in this form that the setting of Psalm 115 has become known alongside four other Psalms of Mendelssohn's in a compositional scope ranging from church to concert hall.The Urtext edition is based on the main sources, the autograph and the first edition.

The new edition, based on autographic and printed sources, meets all the requirements of an authoritative performance material.

SKU: PR.11442041L

UPC: 680160687039.

In one of the dedicatory poems to his verse play The Shadowy Waters (1906), William Butler Yeats asks: Is Eden far away...? Do our woods and winds and verponds cover more quiet woods, More shining winds, more star-glimmering ponds? Is Eden out of time and out of space? How do you answer such questions? We have only the vague elusive promptings of our own mysterious, troubled hearts to tell us that the Eden we long for is there, somewhere beyond the physical world which frames our existence, in another realm of different dimensions. And - what is most painful to admit - that it is closed to us in the form in which we live and breathe, even if at times we do have intimations..., Yeats is telling us that this paradise, this Eden we yearn for is here - present even if invisible, palpable even if intangible. In his Second Symphony, Mahler meets an angel who tells him he can't get into heaven, he's locked out. The news is shattering. What follows is an inconsolable sorrowing, the same sorrowing that comes when we wake to the realization that we too are locked out of Eden. Eden is the heaven of our longing and desire for release from pain and suffering. Eden is the image in our restive minds that reflects the reconciled, resolved, quiescent state of soul we hunger for. But Eden eludes -because it is not a place. It is a state of soul which answers none of the illusory, hampering conditions that shape and bind us to the real world of our bodies, our appetites, our passions, and our beliefs. I have turned Yeats' question Is Eden out of time and out of space? into its own answering. However near we may sense its presence at times, Eden remains unreachable, ungraspable, unknowable, unthinkable. It forever eludes us. I wrote this music the way I did to shut out -with quietness and otherworldliness - the clamor and clang of the raucous Garish Day, to turn away its tumult and noise, to negate its stridency and chaos. Perhaps in the cleansing stillness and blessing of this emptied-out state of soul, Eden, through still hidden, may not be so far way; though still unreachable, may be close enough almost to touch.
In one of the dedicatory poems to his verse play “The Shadowy Waters” (1906), William Butler Yeats asks:“Is Eden far away…?Do our woods and windsand verponds cover morequiet woods,More shining winds,more star-glimmeringponds?Is Eden out of timeand out of space?”How do you answer such questions? We have only the vague elusive promptings of our own mysterious, troubled hearts to tell us that the Eden we long for is there, somewhere beyond the physical world which frames our existence, in another realm of different dimensions. And – what is most painful to admit – that it is closed to us in the form in which we live and breathe, even if at times we do have intimations…, Yeats is telling us that this paradise, this Eden we yearn for is here – present even if invisible, palpable even if intangible.In his Second Symphony, Mahler meets an angel who tells him he can’t get into heaven, he’s locked out. The news is shattering. What follows is an inconsolable sorrowing, the same sorrowing that comes when we wake to the realization that we too are locked out of Eden.Eden is the heaven of our longing and desire for release from pain and suffering. Eden is the image in our restive minds that reflects the reconciled, resolved, quiescent state of soul we hunger for. But Eden eludes –because it is not a place. It is a state of soul which answers none of the illusory, hampering conditions that shape and bind us to the real world of our bodies, our appetites, our passions, and our beliefs.I have turned Yeats’ question “Is Eden out of time and out of space?” into its own answering. However near we may sense its presence at times, Eden remains unreachable, ungraspable, unknowable, unthinkable. It forever eludes us.I wrote this music the way I did to shut out –with quietness and otherworldliness – the clamor and clang of the raucous “Garish Day,” to turn away its tumult and noise, to negate its stridency and chaos. Perhaps in the cleansing stillness and blessing of this emptied-out state of soul, Eden, through still hidden, may not be so far way; though still unreachable, may be close enough almost to touch.

SKU: BR.OB-5189-19

The new edition, based on autographic and printed sources, meets all the requirements of an authoritative performance material.

ISBN 9790004330302. 9 x 12 inches.

Originally, the present work - with a Latin text and the title Non nobis, Domine - was a gift written by Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy in November 1830 for the 25th birthday of his sister Fanny. Five years later he decided to have it printed, and his publisher Simrock urged him to produce a German translation as well. It is in this form that the setting of Psalm 115 has become known alongside four other Psalms of Mendelssohn's in a compositional scope ranging from church to concert hall.The Urtext edition is based on the main sources, the autograph and the first edition.

The new edition, based on autographic and printed sources, meets all the requirements of an authoritative performance material.

SKU: PR.11442041S

UPC: 680160687022.

In one of the dedicatory poems to his verse play The Shadowy Waters (1906), William Butler Yeats asks: Is Eden far away...? Do our woods and winds and verponds cover more quiet woods, More shining winds, more star-glimmering ponds? Is Eden out of time and out of space? How do you answer such questions? We have only the vague elusive promptings of our own mysterious, troubled hearts to tell us that the Eden we long for is there, somewhere beyond the physical world which frames our existence, in another realm of different dimensions. And - what is most painful to admit - that it is closed to us in the form in which we live and breathe, even if at times we do have intimations..., Yeats is telling us that this paradise, this Eden we yearn for is here - present even if invisible, palpable even if intangible. In his Second Symphony, Mahler meets an angel who tells him he can't get into heaven, he's locked out. The news is shattering. What follows is an inconsolable sorrowing, the same sorrowing that comes when we wake to the realization that we too are locked out of Eden. Eden is the heaven of our longing and desire for release from pain and suffering. Eden is the image in our restive minds that reflects the reconciled, resolved, quiescent state of soul we hunger for. But Eden eludes -because it is not a place. It is a state of soul which answers none of the illusory, hampering conditions that shape and bind us to the real world of our bodies, our appetites, our passions, and our beliefs. I have turned Yeats' question Is Eden out of time and out of space? into its own answering. However near we may sense its presence at times, Eden remains unreachable, ungraspable, unknowable, unthinkable. It forever eludes us. I wrote this music the way I did to shut out -with quietness and otherworldliness - the clamor and clang of the raucous Garish Day, to turn away its tumult and noise, to negate its stridency and chaos. Perhaps in the cleansing stillness and blessing of this emptied-out state of soul, Eden, through still hidden, may not be so far way; though still unreachable, may be close enough almost to touch.
In one of the dedicatory poems to his verse play “The Shadowy Waters” (1906), William Butler Yeats asks:“Is Eden far away…?Do our woods and windsand verponds cover morequiet woods,More shining winds,more star-glimmeringponds?Is Eden out of timeand out of space?”How do you answer such questions? We have only the vague elusive promptings of our own mysterious, troubled hearts to tell us that the Eden we long for is there, somewhere beyond the physical world which frames our existence, in another realm of different dimensions. And – what is most painful to admit – that it is closed to us in the form in which we live and breathe, even if at times we do have intimations…, Yeats is telling us that this paradise, this Eden we yearn for is here – present even if invisible, palpable even if intangible.In his Second Symphony, Mahler meets an angel who tells him he can’t get into heaven, he’s locked out. The news is shattering. What follows is an inconsolable sorrowing, the same sorrowing that comes when we wake to the realization that we too are locked out of Eden.Eden is the heaven of our longing and desire for release from pain and suffering. Eden is the image in our restive minds that reflects the reconciled, resolved, quiescent state of soul we hunger for. But Eden eludes –because it is not a place. It is a state of soul which answers none of the illusory, hampering conditions that shape and bind us to the real world of our bodies, our appetites, our passions, and our beliefs.I have turned Yeats’ question “Is Eden out of time and out of space?” into its own answering. However near we may sense its presence at times, Eden remains unreachable, ungraspable, unknowable, unthinkable. It forever eludes us.I wrote this music the way I did to shut out –with quietness and otherworldliness – the clamor and clang of the raucous “Garish Day,” to turn away its tumult and noise, to negate its stridency and chaos. Perhaps in the cleansing stillness and blessing of this emptied-out state of soul, Eden, through still hidden, may not be so far way; though still unreachable, may be close enough almost to touch.