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Top 5 Classical Albums of 2012

Posted by Rubin Meisel, December 12, 2012 04:31pm | Post a Comment

1. Cecelia Bartoli - Mission

Cecilia BartoliBartoli's latest album, as is her custom, explores uncharted areas with the music of the little-known but brilliant Italian Baroque composer and diplomat Agostino Steffani. The deluxe album has extensive notes reviewing Steffani's amazing career.

 

 

 

 

2. Esa-Pekka Salonen - Out of Nowhere: Violin Concerto

esa-pekka salonenThe former conductor of the Los Angeles Philharmonic is also a brilliant composer and recently composed an adventurous violin concerto for the celebrated violinist Leila Josefowicz. The music incorporates pop elements but is in no way a crossover piece and is a deeply personal statement by Salonen.

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The Art Of The LP Cover & Label Gallery- Fire! Pt. 2

Posted by Mr. Chadwick, July 29, 2012 07:18pm | Post a Comment

Check out the first gallery from 2009, click here.


HAPPY EASTER!!!

Posted by Job O Brother, April 4, 2010 10:22am | Post a Comment
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The screams of children are drown out by the wailing of their mothers.

Oh geez. I’ve been sitting here – literally for minutes! – trying to think of what to blog about; meditating on current events both in my life and on this wacky planet we call Bruggafaderöllfyrwabbanonie (though “we” are a chosen few and most people prefer the moniker “Earth”), and couldn’t come up with anything special about today. I finally thought to visit my friend Wikipedia for some thrills, chills and spills in the form of their random article feature, only to suddenly remember that today is [insert cuss word here] Easter.


It’s Easter, brother! How could I not notice?

I’ll tell you how: I have no kids in my life. No one excited that an anthropomorphized rabbit might be prowling in the night, leaving artificially-colored produce is sneaky spots around our property (how kids think this is “neat” is beyond me and perhaps bespeaks to an aggravated psychological wound in our collective consciousness). My youngest nephews are all in Northern California, safely out of reach from Melrose brunches and Angelyne billboards; the closest thing to a child in my life is the kitten we just rescued. (Her name is Maybe.)