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Symphonie Fantastique

Who doesn’t like Hector Berlioz’ Symphonie Fantastique?  If you’re one who does, you can find a pretty good free lecture on the score here, at the Teaching Company, where I regularly buy courses.  Here’s how they describe the lecture, which is delivered by Professor Robert Greenberg of San Francisco Performances.

A stunningly original work, Berlioz’s symphony depicts the tale of an artist obsessed with hopeless love. Most notable is the work’s final movement, which conjures a nightmarish vision of ghosts and witches - real Halloween music. This masterful symphony, stirring even today, is the perfect way to understand classical music of the Romantic Era.

the palin effect

Here in DC, the Palin effect is palpable. Republicans feel that populist power has again returned to the party. The result: a huge sigh of relief. Does it come too soon?

Just when you thought you were beginning to warm up to the religion of climate change, here’s a glimpse into the holy sanctum that you’ll be admitted to when you’re completely converted: an EarthFirst cry-in for firewood.

At last a site for those of us with an appetite for data, information, graphs combined with a perverse passion for the goofy.  It’s GraphJam.  You can enjoy the works of others or roll your own.

beautiful photos

Some beautiful, creative photographs are here.

the rider

The Rider, a poem by Nick Cave from the film, The Proposition.

‘When?’ said the moon to the stars in the sky
‘Soon’ said the wind that followed them all

‘Who?’ said the cloud that started to cry
‘Me’ said the rider as dry as a bone

‘How?’ said the sun that melted the ground
and ‘Why?’ said the river that refused to run

and ‘Where?’ said the thunder without a sound
‘Here’ said the rider and took up his gun

‘No’ said the stars to the moon in the sky
‘No’ said the trees that started to moan

‘No’ said the dust that blunted its eyes
‘Yes’ said the rider as white as a bone

‘No’ said the moon that rose from his sleep
‘No’ said the cry of the dying sun

‘No’ said the planet as it started to weep
‘Yes’ said the rider and laid down his gun