Posts tagged ‘love’

December 30, 2017

love is the voice under all silences

by ada

It has been twenty-five years since I first sung this song and it still feels the same.

Some things never change.

December 22, 2017

and Art shall awaken and Love shall sing

by ada

That first tone.

And the lute player at 7:40.

That’s what music is about.

September 1, 2017

I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly

by ada

Because after Jan Dismas Zelenka, Marco Beasley, Philippe Jaroussky and Jean-Joseph Cassanéa de Mondonville I now finally have a new imaginary boyfriend.

Everybody, meet Vincenzo Capezzuto.

He can sing. And he can dance.

He definitely can dance.

* I’m really late to the party, I know. But I’ve been absent from the early music scene for quite a while now.

June 23, 2016

Feldkirch hearts

by ada

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August 15, 2015

but it’s love that does us in

by ada

A tribute to Wally Neuzil.

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February 20, 2015

this town is a love-you town

by ada

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January 20, 2015

the number of people in love in Vienna today

by ada

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June 12, 2014

some say love’s a little boy

by ada

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August 16, 2013

there is no greater love

by ada
March 30, 2013

music for Holy Saturday – Jan Dismas Zelenka: Miserere in с, ZWV 57

by ada

For Holy Saturday (or Great Saturday as we call it in Hungary) is a music that was never intended to be part of the Easter liturgy: the first movement of Jan Dismas Zelenka‘s Miserere, my favourite Miserere of all times. Zelenka is the man I’m seriously planning to marry ever since I’ve first heard his music (that tells a lot about how stormy my love life lately is) (well, at least it isn’t an imaginary affair, because he definitely did exist) (some three hundred years ago, ehem). He was also highly valued by Johann Sebastian Bach who even asked him for some professional advice on composing. And that means something, I dare say. So it’s not just some girly crush – Zelenka was really that cool.

P.S.: Last year’s post about the cantatas Boi Beshalom and Kol HaNeshama by Cristiano Giuseppe Lidarti.

November 2, 2012

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by ada

Today is All Souls’ Day or, the Day of the Dead in Hungary, when we remember our dead loved ones with lighting candles for them.

August 10, 2012

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by ada

That’s what (whom) I see while laying on the couch.

August 5, 2012

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by ada

I had free today so I took my bike, Rozi and rode down along the Salzach. I planned to visit the castle of Anif, but I got lost on the completely straight way with one turn (I never found that turn). So I did lots of fashionable mountain biking through the woods, much for the disapproval of poor Rozi, who has zero skills for such adventures (to be honest, her only skill is that she haven’t dropped into pieces yet, but I love her the way she is) (I’m blessed with the seldom gift of being able to love unconditionally).

May 24, 2012

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by ada

I saw this sign on my way home. Looks like love, with the missing leg of his.

February 14, 2012

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by ada

Valentine’s Day never really found its way into the Hungarian culture, nor did Halloween. I’m sure there are a lot of people celebrating them, mostly teenagers or young adults, but it never became truely ours. Today I tried to find some signs on the streets to prove the world that we know and celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I didn’t succeed. I even visited our most tourist-beladen street, Váci utca to look for some big red heart-shaped balloons or something adequate for this day, but the only big red heart I found was a decoration in the shopwindow of Intimissimi. And I clearly should draw the line somewhere, so I won’t start posting pictures of lower bodies made of plastic and wearing sexy thongs, even if it’s the only way to prove the presence of Valentine’s Day in the Hungarian culture; so instead of big red heart-shaped balloons I offer you a photo of our Liberty-bridge (called Szabadság-híd) by night. Take it as the declaration of my love for my city.

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