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.

Walking Song by Kate and Anna McGarrigle

An ode to walking with one’s love:

 

Music of Elliott Carter

At age 103, Elliott Carter is still composing new works of Serious Modern Music—in other words, music without a tune but with some consideration for timing and rhythm. Each player marches to a different drummer:

The individuality of tempo and rhythm can make his music difficult to perform as each player unconsciously responds physically to the different rhythms he or she hears and yet tries to preserve his or her own system intact.

You can hear clips from a concert in New York at the article.

Trans-Siberian Orchestra: Christmas Canon Rock

Strains of Pachelbel’s Canon mix with Christmas lyrics.

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Songs: “Walk Like an Egyptian”

By the Bangles:

TRANSCRIPT: WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN – THE BANGLES

All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don’t you know
If they move too quick (o-way-oh)
They’re falling down like a domino

All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (o-way-oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette

Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay-o-way-o, ay-o-way-oh
Walk like an Egyptian

Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They’ve got the moves (o-way-oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more

All the school kids so sick of books

They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (o-way-oh)
They’re walking like an Egyptian

All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay-o-way-o, ay-o-way-o
Walk like an Egyptian

Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back

Life is hard you know (o-way-oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac

If you want to find all the cops
They’re hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (o-way-oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block

All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin

And the Chinese know (o-way-oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian

All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay-o-way-o, ay-o-way-o
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian

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