March 18, 2012
December 27, 2011
We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
Dr. Seuss(Source: kari-shma)
When You Awake // Frank Sinatra
This post is dedicated to Ava Gardner, the love of Frank’s life, on her birthday.
(Source: fuckyeahthevoice)
520 plays
To see Alice and the Cheshire Cat being recreated by hand, click here.
March 4, 2011
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
March 1, 2011
Frederyk Chopin - Fantasie Impromptu No.4 in C# Minor Opus 66
Vladimir Ashkenazy - piano
(via kdine)
(Source: cardigansarelove)
300 plays
February 28, 2011
Bach：Goldberg Variations, BWV 988 - Variation. 1
Violin : Julian Rachlin
Violoncello : Mischa Maisky
Viola : Nobuko Imai
630 plays
February 27, 2011
February 25, 2011
Erich Wolfgang Korngold’s Violin Concerto in D Major Op. 35 - Movement II. Romance, played by Hilary Hahn
My youth orchestra is playing this piece right now with a guest violin soloist. Yesterday, the soloist told us about how when he had first played this movement for a world-class cellist (his name escapes me now), and the cellist said that it reminded him of Van Gogh’s painting Starry Starry Night:
The guest soloist told us about how the movement and its harmonies were so celestial, and how they evoked so many colors when melded and mixed.
As soon as we began to rehearse the second movement again, the idea celestial and the painting and the music just connected, snapped together.
Maybe I was the only one who thought it was really cool (ahem, people around me flirting via texting during rehearsal…), but I really do love it when different areas of fine arts (and even science) coincide.
(The Finale is my favorite though.)
February 22, 2011
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
