Spiro Llambiri Una celeberrima opera musicale, una grande orchestra e coro, un gigante direttore d'orchestra che dirige una formazione enorme, per più di un'ora, senza una partitura davanti...un raro esempio di un super musicista irripetibile nelle sue performance, portando il grande G.Verdi in un'altro piedestallo dei giganti della musica! Sentite la forza del talento cosa produce…delle cose incredibilmente immaginabili : una grande emozione un grande orgoglio per l'umanità!
29y.o. Raimondi looks and sounds absolutely fabulous! I’ve got the audio recording of this performance, but to watch it is special pleasure. Thanks for posting.
The Dies Irae and Tuba Minurm can be played at extreme tempo evenmore it seems like their effect is even bigger that way. :) This is one passionate interpretation by a genius. But why only one channel?! It's horrible to listen it on headphones :(
What other composer would have the balls to grab a baton with both hands and attack the music like a sword? Only Bernstein! Even though this is a very fast pace, this is one of the pieces that suffers if it is not pushed.
How I love Verdi!! He reached cosmic heights in his Requiem. This is how I feel the Dies Irae should sound - trying to stave off the cataclysmic wrath of God.
Rispetto enorme per Bernstein, ma preferisco di gran lunga la tartaruga morente, specialmente nel tempo sincopato del Tuba Mirum. Ma indubbiamente, una grande orchestra per un direttore travolgente...
This doesn't seem to frantic at all. The Dies Irae is supposed to be frantic and full of angst. The lyrics of the Tuba Mirum talk about the trumpets "scattering it's awful sound across the graves of all the lands!" The angels aren't going to wonder around doing it. They will be in your face giving you one last warning.
May be he had a chilled Champagne to open... The Tuba Mirum is "travolgente", but may be a lot speedy. Other way, I love the energy and the stratospheric art of Leonard Bernstein. Rest in Peace🙏
Twin poems, for Dies Irae is upon us! "It", is the truth in Exponential Disarray. "Truth" What is truth? Is It God, Love, Rape, personal identity, miracle birth, ancestral condition, hurts your reality, worth, who's paternity, place of origination, faith, a cradle of civilization, fate, a spiritual connection? Self evidence and science. It all leads to oneness.The path is for balance among us, with sprits to guide us towards justice. Mother nurture, father provider, brother protect her, and sister care further down river. Seeking, forgiving, timing, coming, living, loving, laughing, healing, helping, not forgetting, giving, breathing, growing and letting be the seeds we are sowing. Lying frozen in the snow, the ice will melt and It will show, the reason is not to know, before our time to go, make peace, let water flow, the season is for love to grow. True or false, multiple choice, pick your poison, I don't lie, is the first untruth for blaming. Honestly mistaking, the love they have been raping. Only One place to find It, open your heart, the truth's inside. By Eddie Campagnola Exponential Disarray (Dies Irae) About the science, male neocortex inside us, won't be rejected. And, the oneness, separated by a bruised bone that hides It. Within spirit to guide us, the church took It outside us, It grows in a state of untidiness. Mans brain plows a field, raise animals like ranchers, to be killed, protect everything, but failed to be magnanimous. A chance medley of confusion, won't let me in the sound, Rape, chaos, and disorder, indiscipline is all around, even Girl Scouts got U2's "Boots" on the ground. Disunity, and destruction on every street corner. The scorned are outspoken, for the rib that was taken, the only words spoken. Books, internet propaganda, all women, in media, writing vanity, a failure, well published, for only their agenda. Narcissistic fortunate memoirs, of drunken nights on campuses, not even remembered. While I weep for Oh my brothers, the victims of violence on the street, got raped, by Boy Scouts who went undetected. With poison lines they are hooked up with, and facilitated. The service provided by Nanny's who dictate IT. They used them, and now lead them to genocide IT. Verdi conducts, and the opera in his head plays, the voices of the dead. Singing are the inner self souls of spirits past, now heard. The trumpets blow. A final day of reconning, what they have known. Is here at last, and plainly shown, for all to see. Self evident prophecy, not that of deity, but that of humanity. To be, or not to be, for all who can see, are coming for all who have been, from years here before. To find judgement for all, and never to be seen for ever more, nor ever to be reborn. Motivating force for all humanity, exponential disarray is leading to your final play. The day of wrath and doom impending, not fear mongering, It's real and It's happening. Spinning down a toilet, at the darkest hour of humanity, death has no measurement, one last breath, for all who hear the calling. Our Earth, drifting away, falling. In madness, we reach for One more who is magnanimous, for a last chance to find forgiveness, for Dies Irae is upon us, and oneness is the only way to find peace and justice. By Eddie Campagnola pen name One Homeless Author of Directions to Mercy Street 2022 & Edward Campagnola Directions to the Dumpster 2019
i really want to like bernstein - he's so charismatic, exuberant and self-assured - but I just find a lot of his stuff (namely this and Mahler) so fast it takes away so much dignity and i cant take it seriously.
You know this is good when one of your headphones stop working😂😂😂
Underrated... here before it becomes viral 20 years later, after getting this in everyone’s recommendations.
Incredible! I never expected to read that, as my right headphone wasn't effectively working at all. 😆
What energy, what beauty... Really Bernstein is incredible.
Spiro Llambiri
Una celeberrima opera musicale, una grande orchestra e coro, un gigante direttore d'orchestra che dirige una formazione enorme, per più di un'ora, senza una partitura davanti...un raro esempio di un super musicista irripetibile nelle sue performance, portando il grande
G.Verdi in un'altro piedestallo dei giganti della musica!
Sentite la forza del talento cosa produce…delle cose incredibilmente
immaginabili : una grande emozione un grande orgoglio per l'umanità!
The energy of the conductor........mesmerizing
Great🔥
I think this music becomes the hymn of my heart⚡💥
Awe-inspiring...Never misses to give me shivers at the Tuba Mirum!!! Never!
29y.o. Raimondi looks and sounds absolutely fabulous! I’ve got the audio recording of this performance, but to watch it is special pleasure. Thanks for posting.
Il grande Leonard Bernstein è completamente invaso da questo capolavoro ,immensa prestazione bello rivederti e ricordarti ,che tu sia benedetto.
😅😢😂❤
@@vittoriotesta13 what are you saying??????????
BERNSTEIN, the best in whole wide world.!
i know bro felt powerful after conducting that
The Dies Irae and Tuba Minurm can be played at extreme tempo evenmore it seems like their effect is even bigger that way. :) This is one passionate interpretation by a genius. But why only one channel?! It's horrible to listen it on headphones :(
incroyable❤❤❤❤
What other composer would have the balls to grab a baton with both hands and attack the music like a sword? Only Bernstein! Even though this is a very fast pace, this is one of the pieces that suffers if it is not pushed.
amazing！
How I love Verdi!! He reached cosmic heights in his Requiem. This is how I feel the
Dies Irae should sound - trying to stave off the cataclysmic wrath of God.
What tempi! This man makes Karajan's tempo look like a dying turtle!! :D
Rispetto enorme per Bernstein, ma preferisco di gran lunga la tartaruga morente, specialmente nel tempo sincopato del Tuba Mirum.
Ma indubbiamente, una grande orchestra per un direttore travolgente...
It's so cool!
魂が震えるベルレクです。
LPで聞いていた頃が懐かしい。
there's something really beautiful and plastic in Bernstein stance change at 0:45
thanx marcy
ca pinkfloydiano doc non mi sarei aspettato di mettere un mi piace!
What the heck kind of awesome bass drum is that in Mors stupebit at 04:00 !? I need to know!
Genial
I have no problem with the tempo, and the bass drum finally sounds like it's supposed to...but alas, aged, single-channel sound.
In the Tuba Mirum Verdi writes "animando sempre sino alla fine, ma sempre poco a poco". This Bernstein does.
Well... a little more.
I love Bernstein, but may be in the time, he have a chilled Dom Perignon to open?
@jimraw1 Definately agree with you!
It's known as, what else, the Verdi Drum.
2.13 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.-
This doesn't seem to frantic at all. The Dies Irae is supposed to be frantic and full of angst. The lyrics of the Tuba Mirum talk about the trumpets "scattering it's awful sound across the graves of all the lands!" The angels aren't going to wonder around doing it. They will be in your face giving you one last warning.
Non è un po' troppo veloce il tuba mirum?
May be he had a chilled Champagne to open... The Tuba Mirum is "travolgente", but may be a lot speedy.
Other way, I love the energy and the stratospheric art of Leonard Bernstein.
Rest in Peace🙏
Beethoven:check out my 9th symphony
*Verdi comes in*
Bitch please.
I'm not sure this link wants my reaction. It says "your reaction" to my right. Well.......OOOOOOOH S@#$%!!!!!!
Twin poems, for Dies Irae is upon us! "It", is the truth in Exponential Disarray.
"Truth"
What is truth? Is It God, Love, Rape, personal identity, miracle birth, ancestral condition, hurts your reality, worth, who's paternity, place of origination, faith, a cradle of civilization, fate, a spiritual connection?
Self evidence and science. It all leads to oneness.The path is for balance among us, with sprits to guide us towards justice. Mother nurture, father provider, brother protect her, and sister care further down river.
Seeking, forgiving, timing, coming, living, loving, laughing, healing, helping, not forgetting, giving, breathing, growing and letting be the seeds we are sowing.
Lying frozen in the snow, the ice will melt and It will show, the reason is not to know, before our time to go, make peace, let water flow, the season is for love to grow.
True or false, multiple choice, pick your poison, I don't lie, is the first untruth for blaming. Honestly mistaking, the love they have been raping. Only One place to find It, open your heart, the truth's inside. By Eddie Campagnola
Exponential Disarray (Dies Irae)
About the science, male neocortex inside us, won't be rejected. And, the oneness, separated by a bruised bone that hides It. Within spirit to guide us, the church took It outside us, It grows in a state of untidiness. Mans brain plows a field, raise animals like ranchers, to be killed, protect everything, but failed to be magnanimous.
A chance medley of confusion, won't let me in the sound, Rape, chaos, and disorder, indiscipline is all around, even Girl Scouts got U2's "Boots" on the ground. Disunity, and destruction on every street corner. The scorned are outspoken, for the rib that was taken, the only words spoken. Books, internet propaganda, all women, in media, writing vanity, a failure, well published, for only their agenda.
Narcissistic fortunate memoirs, of drunken nights on campuses, not even remembered. While I weep for Oh my brothers, the victims of violence on the street, got raped, by Boy Scouts who went undetected. With poison lines they are hooked up with, and facilitated. The service provided by Nanny's who dictate IT. They used them, and now lead them to genocide IT.
Verdi conducts, and the opera in his head plays, the voices of the dead. Singing are the inner self souls of spirits past, now heard. The trumpets blow. A final day of reconning, what they have known. Is here at last, and plainly shown, for all to see. Self evident prophecy, not that of deity, but that of humanity. To be, or not to be, for all who can see, are coming for all who have been, from years here before. To find judgement for all, and never to be seen for ever more, nor ever to be reborn.
Motivating force for all humanity, exponential disarray is leading to your final play. The day of wrath and doom impending, not fear mongering, It's real and It's happening. Spinning down a toilet, at the darkest hour of humanity, death has no measurement, one last breath, for all who hear the calling. Our Earth, drifting away, falling. In madness, we reach for One more who is magnanimous, for a last chance to find forgiveness, for Dies Irae is upon us, and oneness is the only way to find peace and justice. By Eddie Campagnola pen name One Homeless Author of Directions to Mercy Street 2022 & Edward Campagnola Directions to the Dumpster 2019
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i really want to like bernstein - he's so charismatic, exuberant and self-assured - but I just find a lot of his stuff (namely this and Mahler) so fast it takes away so much dignity and i cant take it seriously.
Herausragendes Dirigat, unzumutbare Tonqualität! Schade!
Dieas Irae is too fast and Bernstein is quite exaggerated. Toscanini gave the best execution of this work, ever.
aswell I like very much the execution of Young Abbado in the Church of La Minerva,with Scotto,Hawthorne,Ghiaurov and Pavarotti
@@francescomazzella5940 I am sure you mean Marilyn Horne, not Nathaniel Hawthorne.
@@MFuria-os7ln of course, I mistake! You are right. Horne not Hawthorne. Same was for me one of best music moment!
WTF do you know?! Idiot.
Dommage prise de son médiocre
Piece of crap recording. Too loud and distorted.