He aquí mi arreglo reconstruido de Ve’ulai, la canción de Yehuda Sharet sobre el célebre poema de Rachel. Grabación casera de una ejecución del Coro Juvenil de la Orquesta de Gran Canaria y miembros de la Orquesta de Gran Canaria, dirigidos por Marcela Garrón Velarde. ————-Here is my reconstructed arrangement of Ve’ulai […]
And here is the famous Ve’ulai. It is a poem written by Rachel (1890-1931). Also known as Rachel Blaustein, or Rachel Bluwstein, Rachel is often referred to as the national poet of Israel, even though she was born in Russia and technically she never set foot in Israel. Although she […]
VE’ULAI Imagine if one could understand Hebrew and if, in addition to the beauty of this voice, of this song and of this arrangement, one could at the same time take in the searing nostalgia of the poem? That would be simply too much – at least for me. Just […]
End of an era On Friday 6 September 2019 I tendered my resignation, bringing to an end nearly twenty-five years’ work at Newcastle University, first as lecturer in what was then called the Music Department, then as senior lecturer, and then as professor in the by now renamed International […]
Here we come, again, to a point where my various blogs intersect. Today’s post being primarily on professional matters, I have placed it in the more generic AgustínFernández, composer.
Gorgeous, bright, sunny morning. Tomorrow’s bank holiday adds an extra luxuriance to the sense of here and now. The future can wait; the present is here. A tone-poem of colour is playing outside, with clear pre-echoes of autumn. The birds sing their part in this anthem of celebration with […]
Yungueñita, on the other hand, is a straight arrangement. “Straight” in the sense of not having as its primary objective to establish a dialogue between two musical languages, as is the case with the Beethovenianas bolivianas. In a wider sense, however, every arrangement is a dialogue between the arranger, his […]
At this bizarre conjuncture maybe I should be saying, as Samuel Beckett said to Edna O’Brien when she asked if he was writing anything: “and what use would it be, anyhow?” What use, indeed, if he was on his deathbed and if any lines he might pen at that point […]
I will play this fourteen times today. Nothing will destroy what it contains. It has nothing to do with valediction, but everything to do with love, faith and hope.
