Weekly Piano Posting - Prelude Op. 28, No. 6 by Frederic Chopin

My rendition of Chopin's Prelude in B minor Op. 28, No.6

Weekly 단소 (Danso) Performance

My rendition of 도라지 타령 2식 (Doraji Wat - Intermediate level) from 이생강 민속악 단소교본

도라지 타령 (Bellflower Wat)

One of the most popular folk song in Korea, which originates Kyeonggi province (source Naver).  The song is about harvesting bellflower.  One source of music for 단소 is 이생강 민속악 단소교본.  For those who can read Korean, I have posted the excerpts from lyrics below.

도라지 도라지 백도라지
심심산천에 백도라지
에헤요 에헤요 에헤요
에아라 난다 지화자 좋다
얼씨구 좋구나 내 사랑아

Winter

By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)

When icicles hang by the wall
  And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
  And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
                  Tu-whit!
Tu-who! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all about the wind doth blow,
  And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
  An Marian's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl --
Then nightly sings the staring owl
                  Tu-whit!
Tu-who! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Carpe Diem

By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
  That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers meeting--
  Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
  What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,
  Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Weekly Danso (단소) Performance

아리랑 (Arirang) 

Unquestionably the most famous folk song of Korea.   Different regions of Korea has their own variations of 아리랑,  but this version from Kyeonggi province has become the standard.  One source of music for 단소 is 이생강 민속악 단소교본.

This version of Arirang sings about a girl wishing her love who has abandon her to fall ill as she watches him travel over "Arirang" hill.  For those who can read Korean, I have posted the lyrics below:

아리랑 아리랑 아라리요
아리랑 고개로 넘어간다
나를 버리고 가시는 님은
십리도 목가서 발병난다.

Love's Perjuries

By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)

On a day, alack the day!
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alack, my hand is sworn
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
Do not call it sin in me
That I am forsworn for thee:
Thou for whom Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were,
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.

Under The Greenwood Tree

By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)

  Under the greenwood tree
  Who loves to lie with me,
  And turn his merry note
  Unto the sweet bird's throat --
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
  Here shall he see
  No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

  Who doth ambition shun
  And loves to live i'the sun,
  Seeking the food he eats
  And pleased with what he gets --
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
  Here shall he see
  No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

The World's Way

By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry --
  As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
  And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
  And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
  And strength by limping sway disabled,

And art made tongue-tied by authority,
  And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
  And captive Good attending captain Ill:--

-- Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my Love alone.

The Life Without Passion

By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
  That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as store,
  Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, --

They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
  And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
  Others, but stewards of their excellence.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
  Though to itself it only live and die;
But if that flower with base infection meet,
  The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

True Love

By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.  Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:--

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But  bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom:--

If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.