Liszt/Renié: Le Rossignol (Anneleen Lenaerts, harp)

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  • Опубліковано 9 вер 2024
  • Franz Liszt: Le rossignol (Solovei), air russe d'Alabieff II, for piano (Mélodies Russes No. 1), S. 250/1 (LW A86/1). - 1842
    Harp transcription was made by Henriette Renié.
    Anneleen Lenaerts, harp
    Liszt made two piano transcriptions in 1842, Le rossignol and Chanson bohémienne, to form the work Mélodies (2) Russes. The first was based on a song by Alexander Alabieff and the second on one by Piotr Bulakhov. Liszt immediately made another version that year for piano, producing the more familiar versions of the works as they are known today. Not that either of the two has achieved a significant measure of popularity; both are, in fact, rather neglected, but Le rossignol was once quite widely performed and certainly deserves a revival of its once-popular status. The work gently and quietly begins in the upper register, sonorities sounding chime-like in their rendering of a thematic morsel. The main theme follows, a lovely, songful creation that Liszt makes his own, the notes singing his rich Romanticism and his intimate, quasi-nocturnal side. About midway through, a lively variant of the melody turns the mood playful, the music taking on the lightness and exoticism of some of the Hungarian Rhapsodies. The melody returns to its slower guise, but is now more muscular and darker. The music quickly ends then, fluttering and fading away. This work has a duration of about four or five minutes. ~ Robert Cummings, Rovi
    Paintings seen in the video are works of Mihály Munkácsy. Mihály Munkácsy (1844, Munkács, Kingdom of Hungary - 1900, Endenich, Germany) was a Hungarian painter, who lived in Paris and earned international reputation with his genre pictures and large scale biblical paintings. Nineteenth century visual art or the historical developments of Hungarian art cannot be discussed without considering Munkácsy's lifework. His works are considered the apogee of national painting. He was a standard-setter, an oeuvre of reference value. He was one of the few with whom the antiquated colour techniques of 19th century Austro-Hungarian painting reached its most powerful and most lavish expression. Unlike many other painters, Munkácsy was very conscious about earthly comfort and social prestige. Over the years he became quite a celebrity. Munkácsy was an over-sensitive person who was always unsure and always questioning his own talent. By the 1890s his depression grew into a severe mental illness which was probably intensified by the syphilis he caught in his youth. His last pictures are troubled and sometimes even bizarre (Victim of Flowers, 1896).
    Munkácsy and Liszt knew each other and had great respect to each other's art. Liszt dedicated his 15 and 16th Rhapsody to Munkácsy, Munkácsy painted a portrait of Liszt in 1886. This video was made in honor of the friendship of these two great artists, transmitted by harpist Anneleen Lenaerts's fine performance.
    Pictures and information were taken from the internet.

КОМЕНТАРІ • 6

  • @arlettehellemans2117
    @arlettehellemans2117 Рік тому +1

    Anneleen + Alabiev + Glinka + Liszt + Renié = MAGIC

  • @sotirisandreou3228
    @sotirisandreou3228 6 років тому +6

    This music is beautiful with this video!! Bravo miss Anneleen Lenaerts, and mr.Mihaly Munkacsy!! Excellent!! Sotiris Andreou.(Guitarist).

  • @arlettehellemans2117
    @arlettehellemans2117 Рік тому

    Anneleen + Alabiev + Liszt + Renié = magic

  • @YUsHarpShakuhachi
    @YUsHarpShakuhachi 9 років тому +4

    Beautiful. Thanks for the presentation on the music and paintings as well.

  • @davidrobertcoleman5668
    @davidrobertcoleman5668 7 місяців тому

    Just exquisite

  • @taniavillegas3993
    @taniavillegas3993 11 років тому +3

    Poesía
    Eres la compañía con quien hablo
    de pronto, a solas.
    te forman las palabras
    que salen del silencio
    y del tanque de sueño en que me ahogo
    libre hasta despertar.
    Tu mano metálica
    endurece la prisa de mi mano
    y conduce la pluma
    que traza en el papel su litoral.
    Tu voz, hoz de eco
    es el rebote de mi voz en el muro,
    y en tu piel de espejo
    me estoy mirando mirarme por mil Argos,
    por mí largos segundos.