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Oct 17, 2014 - 4:17 PM
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Smaug
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No I'd say it's totally different from his other released chamber music. Highly contrapuntal and strange in a good way. You ever see the lyrics? (Below) it's basically a six minute mini-opera. You can get what it's about if you read it aloud. The text is "nonsense verse" from Alice in Wonderland. I think he started to compose it in his early 20's and the Carnegie Hall performance was the heavily revised version by and almost 30 year old composer. The trills in the winds and especially in the French horn will scream "Goldenthal" to you right away.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 9:38 AM
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daretodream
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No I'd say it's totally different from his other released chamber music. Highly contrapuntal and strange in a good way. You ever see the lyrics? (Below) it's basically a six minute mini-opera. You can get what it's about if you read it aloud. The text is "nonsense verse" from Alice in Wonderland. I think he started to compose it in his early 20's and the Carnegie Hall performance was the heavily revised version by and almost 30 year old composer. The trills in the winds and especially in the French horn will scream "Goldenthal" to you right away.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
Sounds intriguing!
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