My rendition of 천안 삼거리 2식 (The Street of Cheon-Ahn - Intermediate level) from 이생강 민속악 단소교본
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Spring Concert, 2012
Performers:
- Violin: Georg Hofmann
- Piano: Jae Paek
Program:
- Sonata for Violin and Piano in F Major, Op. 24 (Spring) by Ludwig van Beethoven
- First Movement: Allegro
- Concerto for Violin in A minor, Op. 104 by Charles Auguste de Beriot
- First Movement: Allegro Maestoso
- Second Movement: Adagio
- Third Movement: Rondo
- Melodie from Orfeo ed Euridice by Christoph Willibald von Gluck and arranged by Fritz Kreisler
Monday, March 5, 2012
Young Love
By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)
Tell me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eyes;
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies:
Let us all ring Fancy's knell;
I'll begin it, --Ding, dong, bell.
--Ding, dong, bell.
Tell me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eyes;
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies:
Let us all ring Fancy's knell;
I'll begin it, --Ding, dong, bell.
--Ding, dong, bell.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Dirge of Love
By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)
Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.
Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
By William Shakespeare (1546 ~ 1616)
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not see,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the water warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! hiegh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not see,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the water warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! hiegh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Weekly Piano Posting - Fröhlicher Landmann by Robert Schumann
My rendition of Fröhlicher Landmann (The Happy Farmer) from Album für die Jugend (Album for the Young), Op.68
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