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| Fischer-Dieskau sings Schubert -- "Der Erlkönig" |
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Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, baritone
Gerald Moore, piano
Filmed in London, May 14, 1959
link below to hear bass Alexander Kipnis sings
this famous Schubert song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0u__MAvYrfg
He talks easily and frankly of the great musicians
he has known, of Brendel and Beecham, Karajan,
Kleiber and Klemperer. His own favourite singer,
he says without a moment's hesitation, was "the
young Hans Hotter". His best partnership was with
Gerald Moore, "the perfect accompanist, with such
a rhythmic character to his playing of Schubert."
But his greatest influence, Fischer-Dieskau makes
clear, was the conductor Wilhelm Furtwängler. "He
once said to me that the most important thing for
a performing artist was to build up a community of
love for the music with the audience, to create
one fellow feeling among so many people who have
come from so many different places and feelings. I
have lived with that ideal all my life as a
performer."
--from an interview with Martin Kettle on his 80th
birthday, at Guardian Unlimited Arts.
the marvelous pianist Hugh Sung posted here an
interesting article on the "cheating" Gerald Moore
does in playing this piece to reduce some of his
suffering:
http://hughsung.com/blog/index.php?itemid=771?a=b
text by by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
Wiki article on it here
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erlkonig
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.
"Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?"
"Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif?"
"Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif."
"Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir;
Manch' bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand."
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht?"
"Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind."
"Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehn?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein."
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort?"
"Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau."
"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt."
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!"
Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Müh' und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.
Who rides so late through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He holds the boy safe in his arm
He holds him safe, he keeps him warm.
"My son, why do you hide your face so fearfully?"
"Father, do you not see the Elf king?
The Elf king with crown and robe?"
"My son, it's a wisp of fog."
"You lovely child, come, go with me!
Nothing but beautiful games I'll play with you;
Many colourful flowers are on the shore,
My mother has many golden robes."
"My father, my father, can't you hear,
What the Elf king quietly promises me?"
"Be calm, stay calm, my child;
It is the wind rustling in the dry leaves."
"Do you want to come with me, fine lad?
My daughters should already be waiting for you;
My daughters lead the nightly folkdance
And rock you and dance and sing."
"My father, my father, and can't you see there,
The Elf king daughters in the gloomy place?"
"My son, my son, I see it well:
It is the old grey willows gleaming."
"I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
And if you're not willing, I shall use force."
"My father, my father, now he takes hold of me!
The Elf king has wounded me!"
It horrifies the father; he rides swiftly,
Holding in his arms the moaning child.
He reaches the yard with great difficulty;
In his arms, the child was dead.
louvepyramides provided this illuminating comment
by Charles Rosen, from his "Piano Notes":
"It is intersting to note that the most painful of
all octave passages to execute are not to be found
in Tchaikovsky or Rachmaninov or even in Listz ,
not even in the notorius Sixth Hungarian Rhapsody
, but in the accompaniment to Schubert's
Erlkonig.Those octaves obviously gave trouble even
during the compser's lifetime when the piano had a
much lighter action , since he wrote out a
simplified version of this song - simplified for
the pianist , that is . "
Tags : Lieder Fischer-Dieskau Schubert baritone Erlkönig Moore Goethe lied |
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Affichage : 214144
Durée : 253 s |
| Fischer-Z - Room Service |
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Fischer Z - Room Service
Year: 1980 | Album: Going Deaf For A Living
Lyrics:
Oh dear Rosanna, what shall I do?
I calles room service and they sent along you.
You came in, met me with a grin,
if only you knew...It's all right...
You don't speak English, I don't know Chinese.
I ordered breakfast for one and you brought me
three.
My morning call was Arabs in the hall
and you spit half my tea, but... It's all right...
You look uneasy, you move to and fro,
There's nowwhere to put down your tray without
moving my clothes.
Just when I think you're going to turn pink,
you say to my surprise... It's all right...
Tags : Fischer-Z Fischer John Watts Room Service |
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Affichage : 13440
Durée : 222 s |
| Fischer-Z - Berlin |
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Fischer-Z Berlin
Year: 1981 | Album: Red Skies over Paradise
Lyrics:
These sore red eyes explore the room again.
The signed pictures of film stars who stayed here
in eras that knew of no wall.
Berlin... Berlin... Berlin...Berlin...
Part of the world lives
On this island in Germany
Ans still out there through the window at six in
the morning.
The essence survives.
Berlin... Berlin... Berlin... Berlin...
Come they told me, down to the dark clubs at night
They'll surprise you, the one's who are asleep
when it's light
So outrageous, like tropical birds in a cage
Out from underneath their stones.
Berlin... Berlin... Berlin... Berlin...
Berlin... Berlin... Berlin... Berlin...
Young faces new ideals, in search of paradise
They merge into the history, the theatre of
memories
taht make up the feel of
Berlin... Berlin... Berlin... Berlin...
Tags : Fischer-Z Fischer Berlin John Watts |
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Affichage : 26753
Durée : 276 s |
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