Classical New England throws a birthday party for the composer who changed everything.
Tenor William Hite sings "Come Draw We 'Round This Cheerful Ring," one of Beethoven's British Isles folksong arrangements, freshly arranged for piano, cello, and mandolin by Classical New England's James David Jacobs. With Gilles Vonsattel, piano; Brian Howard, cello; Bryce Milano, mandolin.
There is probably no more recognizable composer than Ludwig van Beethoven, whether encountered as a hovering presence for Schroeder in "Peanuts," as the sound of Fate through the four-note theme of the Fifth Symphony, or, best of all, in the concert hall.
For Beethoven's birthday (most likely Dec. 16th), Classical New England celebrates this most fascinating of artistic minds with a program of music that uncovers rarely heard works of heart-felt emotion and sublime beauty.
Enjoy the video preview above, and to hear the program on-demand, click on "Listen" at the top of this page.
On the program:
Equale for Trombone Quartet, WoO30, No. 1
Ron Barron, Greg Spiridopoulos, Don Lucas, Gabe Langfur, trombones
Sonata in F for Horn and Piano, Op. 17
William Purvis, horn; Mihae Lee, piano
Three Irish and Welsh Songs:
Cupid's Kindness, WoO 155 No. 2
The Kiss, Dear Maid, Thy Lip Has Left, WoO 153, No. 9
Come Draw We Round the Cheerful Ring, WoO 152 No. 8
William Hite, Tenor; Gilles Vonsattel, piano; Brian Howard, cello; Bryce Milano, mandolin
Sonatina in C for Mandolin & fortepiano, WoO 44a
Adagio in E flat for Mandolin & fortepiano, WoO 43b
Bryce Milano, mandolin; Sylvia Berry, Fortepiano
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Leslie A. commented on 12.18.11
Just listened to this Beethoven drive time. Thank you Cathy Fuller. And ending with that lovely and sweet piece--just begins my day perfectly. I had heard tere was going to be An de Ferne Gelibte, but I guess not. I love that song cycle, but interesting to hear songs I've never heard. Thank you.
James Ph. commented on 12.16.11
BRIGHT HOPE -- JamesPh. Kotsybar Beethoven’s Seventh has left me pensive, content to be brooding and lost in thought. What a piece of work, so apprehensive yet stoic amid life’s constant onslaught! Like a spirit moving over the Earth, aloof, but longing to reconnect, able to see all for what it is worth, emotion drained and numbed by intellect, it lacks the physical motivation to change the slightest bit what is observed, grateful for even the desolation, wide-eyed to tragedy, yet not unnerved. But sad isolation’s not its full scope -- through dismal miasma, there shines bright hope.