Remenyi in winter

Here is Remenyi Music‘s winter window display.

A stre window shows a harp, a celo, guitars, a piano, and trees decorated with crystal flowers

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Vintage guitars

I’d like an old guitar some day: a folk guitar. Maybe I can find one here at Tundra Music.

A purple storefront with the sign Tundra Music Inc: Vintage Guitars

Vintage guitars

 

Sabadell Bank street performance

I’m not sure if you can call this a flash mob, but it’s a very clever bit of publicity. I love the looks of wonder on some people’s faces.

O fortuna! Need more tuna!


from FamishedMammal

Isn’t that how it goes? This dramatic and sinister piece is a medieval lament written by students and scholars who didn’t get their grant money, whose girls had thrown them over, and who were generally miserable. It addresses the goddess of luck. From Wikipedia:

O Fortuna” is a medieval Latin Goliardic poem written early in the thirteenth century, part of the collection known as the Carmina Burana. It is a complaint about fate and Fortuna, a goddess in Roman mythology and personification of luck. In 1935-36, O Fortuna was set to music by the German composer Carl Orff as a part of his cantata Carmina Burana.

Latin:

O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

Translation:

O Fortune,
just like the moon
thou art variable,
always dost thou
wax and wane.
Detestable life,
first dost thou mistreat us,
and then, whimsically,
thou heedest our desires.
As the sun melts the ice,
so dost thou dissolve
both poverty and power.

Monstrous
and empty fate,
thou, turning wheel,
art mean,
voiding
good health at thy will.
Veiled
in obscurity,
thou dost attack
me also.
To thy cruel pleasure
I bare my back.

Thou dost withdraw
my health and virtue;
thou dost threaten
my emotion
and weakness
with torture.
In this  hour,
therefore, let us
pluck the strings without delay.
Let us mourn together,
for fate crushes the brave.

Here’s another example, with pictures and different mis-heard lyrics.

The Harvest of the Moon by Steeleye Span

This is just a lovely, mellow tune.

 

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Walking Song by Kate and Anna McGarrigle

An ode to walking with one’s love:

 

Stan Rogers: At Last I’m Ready for Christmas

I couldn’t find Stan singing his song but I did find a good singer: Bruce Davies sings Stan Rogers.

Lyrics:

Last Boxing Day the wife went out the “White Sales” for to see,
In trunk-load lots bought half-price paper and tinsel for the tree.
I packed it up for use this year in a box I marked so plain.
That stuff would sure be handy now, but it’s never been seen again!

Chorus:
At last I’m ready for Christmas, I’ve even finished the tree,
At last I’m ready for Christmas, like I thought I’d never be!
With my feet propped up by a good hot fire and a matching inside glow;
At last I’m ready for Christmas, with nearly two hours to go!

We swore this year we’d start off early, no need to rush around;
The intention was to start in August when the prices still were down!
But it was dentist-this and new-bike-that and the money melts away;
So I had to wait for Christmas bonus and did it all yesterday!
Chorus: At last…

We must be fools, just look at that pile: you can hardly see the tree!
We said this year we’d keep things simple, then did our usual spree.
But it feels so good when the kids go nuts! It’s worth the toil and strain.
These kids are only this young once and they’ll never be so again.

At last I’m ready for Christmas, I’ve even finished the tree,
At last I’m ready for Christmas, like I thought I’d never be!
With my feet propped up by a good hot fire and a matching inside glow;
At last I’m ready for Christmas, with nearly two hours to go!