@Vesna M wrote:
I got so hooked up on the Requiem for my friend by Zbigniew.
Do you have your favorite?
Thanks for that Vesna. I haven't listened to that for ages. It is haunting. (I also loved his friend Kieslowski's movies - Three Colours trilogy - particularly Three Colours-Blue.) l have so many classical favourites - for sad music, I often listen to Richard Strauss's Four Last Songs. For work, I can't get away from JS Bach, and for an old, all-time favourite this fairly recent version of Schubert's Erlkönig with fantastic animation:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS91p-vmSf0
Oh wow. I love this thread!
I have a Spotify playlist with my go-to classical music, and I'm looking to grow it. I'll go listen to the ones you guys listed here.
I'm not very good with titles, so I can hum it to you, but I won't be able to identify the piece by name.
@Nichola L wrote:
@Vesna M wrote:
I accidentally discovered Bach's Cello Suite no.1.
Oooooh - what a wonderful accident. Was the cellist Yo-Yo Ma? One of my all-time favourites.
Third in a row, but the best performance.
Vesna M wrote:
This is so good. If I could only get hf.
I'm sorry, I'm completely ignorant when it comes to classical music, but if you like this, you might want to listen to Jeremy Soule's soundtrack for TES5 Skyrim game. Among many normal-length songs, there is a 40 minutes long one which is very atmospheric and is played with classical instruments (or maybe just a synthesizer) interleaved with sounds of nature. I guess there is a lot of such kind of music. But this one I love very much.
Gives me shivers when I listen to it
Here's a classical video I recently came across: Vaughan Williams' Five Mystical Songs, recorded in lockdown by baritone Thomas Guthrie and the Temple Church Choir. Make sure you stay for the glorious Let All The World at the end:
For something a bit less traditional, church music doesn't get any more bloodcurdling than Giles Swayne's Magnificat. Guaranteed to wake up even the doziest congregation:
Chopin, when I am working.
I like all sorts of classical music, but a lot of it is too energetic to work to. Take flight of the valkries, for example. I can't help but get invovled - I end up conducting the orchestra.
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