FRUHLINGSRAUSCHEN

I post this video every year at the arrival of spring. You're probably tired of seeing it - - but just pretend that you're delighted. 

Fruhlingsrauschen

Rustle of Spring, op.32 no.3 by Norwegian composer Christian Sinding (1856 - 1941).

I recorded this video in San Angelo, Texas during a brutally hot summer when the temperature was over 110 degrees (Fahrenheit). Apologies for the terrible audio quality.

Today, here in rural Tennessee, the weather is freezing and spring is nowhere in sight. The temperature dropped to 13 degrees (Fahrenheit) last night with heavy frost.

Warmer temperatures are predicted by the end of this week
Should I try to believe it??

Wherever you are - - - welcome to spring!

 

ODE TO SPRING

 

 These erratic changes in temperature have impeded my enthusiasm for the upcoming first day of spring.. It's 70 degrees one day (Fahrenheit) and 40 the next. Frost is predicted for tonight.
I can't handle radical temperature fluctuations.

Today was very chilly and windy and I was tempted to crawl into bed and hibernate.
Instead, I forced myself to think sunny thoughts and made a springtime video. 

It's very short - just a minute and a half - but I tried to incorporate some glimpses of spring: flowers, chicks, bunnies...
The music is by Mendelssohn, piano interpretation by me.

If that isn't enough to infuse springtime warmth into your heart, I'm also offering my performance of Rustle of Spring by Christian Sinding (1856 - 1941).

 

 

I've posted this video several previous times, but just pretend like you haven't seen it and try to feign admiration and astonishment. I recorded this in Texas during the summer when it was 110 degrees.
(the audio is loud on this, you'll have to tone it down)

Welcome to spring!

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SPRING IS HERE

I've decided to celebrate the first day of spring by inflicting some springtime music upon you.

Rustle of Spring (Fruhlingsrauschen) op.32
by Norwegian composer Christian Sinding (1856 - 1941)

Sinding maintained that the constant motion of this piano piece is symbolic of the restlessness of spring.

I think that it depicts a breeze rustling through the trees.

This is a unedited, unrefined rehearsal tape that I made when I lived in Texas.

Welcome to spring, mes amis.

Jon 

SPRING SONG

It has long been my tradition to attack the first day of spring with appropriate music and an interpretive dance alla Isadora Duncan.

Since I don't feel like dancing (I can hear your sighs of relief), I'll subject you to music.

Rustle of Spring by Christian Sinding seems an apt way to welcome the springtime season.  Sinding (1856 -1941) was a Norwegian composer. 
I would imagine that this composition depicts breezes rustling through treetops in restless breaths.
Who knows.....

This particular video is a shoddy rehearsal tape that I made in Texas when I was out of practice and way past my prime. 
Most of you have already seen this, but just be polite and pretend you haven't.

I should at least get kudos for successfully turning the pages....

If you don't like my music (which is a complete impossibility), you can marvel at the photos I took recently.

I took these pics from the back porch last Thursday, just after the sun came up. It was a frigid 14 degrees (Fahrenheit), very breezy, with a deep blue sky.

Actually, it's still too damn cold to be the first day of spring - - and I should probably be dancing simply to ward off a frostbite.

Warmer weather is predicted soon, but I won't hold my breath.

Keep cozy and enjoy the spring equinox.

SPRING SONG

Many thanks to those brave souls who left comments on my previous post (or long-winded confession). I've sobered up since I wrote it. I think.

A little birdie told me that today is the first day of spring. I suppose I should don a toga, run outside, and do an interpretive Spring Dance (alla Isadora Duncan) in a field of daffodils.

Unfortunately, it's cold, rainy, and there isn't a daffodil in sight. A few days ago it was sunny, the temperature was 70 degrees, and my spirits were soaring. Mother Nature must have noticed my mirth and decided to give me one final blast of winter.

I spent this first gloomy day of spring inside, wearing an extra sweater, in the company of several consecutive hot cups of tea. 

Actually, it was a lousy day. This morning my laptop computer was infected with a demon virus. I should have called an exorcist, but instead I battled the Evil Entity on my own - with the help of Avast and System Restore.

This afternoon, while attempting to make an early dinner, I accidentally left a pot of stuffing on the stove and it burned to a crisp. In fact it burned beyond a crisp. The smell was so bad that I had to open all the doors and windows. The fresh air did little to alleviate the thick smokey odor. Now the house is cold and it still stinks.

Welcome to spring!

In honor of this new season, I've decided to subject you to my interpretation of Rustle of Spring by the Norwegian composer Christian Sinding (1856-1941).

Some of you have been seen this video before. I'm posting it again just for those of you who haven't seen it.

This an old, poor quality rehearsal video that I made when I had a music studio in San Angelo. I simply propped an El Cheapo camcorder up on a bookcase while I was practicing. It was nearly 110 degrees that summer day (no lie) and I was sweltering in the Texas heat.

This video was made at least 25 years after I was a musician in California - maybe more - and I was completely out of practice (musically speaking, of course).