A cool music program that I wish I had seen (in the way you wish for things that would never happen: I've never been to Carnegie Hall in my life) was "The Old Burying Ground": the text of gravestones from an old New Hampshire graveyard, orchestrated. This one is especially shiverful:
In memory of Mr. John Wood who died July 5th 1799 Aged 55 years
"There is a song which doth belong to all the human race concerning death who steals the breath and blasts a comely face. Come listen all unto my call that I do make today. For you must die as well as I And pass from hence away."
This one has even more powerful words (it's about the death of a child), buuut, I don't have them anymore, and you can't really hear them that clearly in the video because of the orchestration.
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Date: 2009-09-06 12:15 pm (UTC)A cool music program that I wish I had seen (in the way you wish for things that would never happen: I've never been to Carnegie Hall in my life) was "The Old Burying Ground": the text of gravestones from an old New Hampshire graveyard, orchestrated. This one is especially shiverful:
In memory of Mr. John Wood
who died July 5th 1799
Aged 55 years
"There is a song
which doth belong
to all the human race
concerning death
who steals the breath
and blasts a comely face.
Come listen all
unto my call
that I do make today.
For you must die
as well as I
And pass from hence away."
This one has even more powerful words (it's about the death of a child), buuut, I don't have them anymore, and you can't really hear them that clearly in the video because of the orchestration.