IAN BOSTRIDGE in DIARY OF THE ONE WHO DISAPPEARED (2004)

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IAN BOSTRIDGE in DIARY OF THE ONE WHO DISAPPEARED (2004)

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Robert Schumann, Liederkreis, op. 39. Ian Bostridge, tenor Malcolm Martineau, pianista
Ich bin sehr krank heute. Das ist nicht wichtig, weil Schumann an diesem Tag im 1810 geboren hat.
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(from Julius Drake’s Instagram)
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The word “Romantic” has a wealth and welter of meanings and connotations, but at least one of them derives from the French for novel, “roman.” To be Romantic is, somehow, like living in a novel, making the connections and meanings that create narrative from disorder.
Ian Bostridge, Schubert’s Winter Journey: Anatomy of an Obsession (via malinian)
The Dark Mirror: Zender’s Winterreise (after Schubert), with Ian Bostridge (The Barbican, 2016)

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Ian Bostridge holding a kitty. From bluegadoo on Instagram.
Every time I hear Ian Bostridge hit a high note, my skin gets a little clearer and all my sins are washed away.
‘Am See’ by Franz Schubert
Ian Bostridge - tenor Julius Drake - piano
This will take away the autumn chill! Ian Bostridge with The English Concert, directed by Bernard Labadie. “Softly Rise, O Southern Breeze” from Solomon by William Boyce.
I always love hearing darling Ian sing something happy.

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He looks like the Ghost of Weltschmerz Past
The older he gets, the more he looks like a German nihilist.
Some baby spaghetti from Bach’s Magnificat.
Der Musensohn by Franz Schubert
Ian Bostridge - tenor Julius Drake - piano
How about a nice, jolly Lied for a change?
Ian Bostridge singing ‘Konstanze! dich wieder zu sehen!’ from Mozart’s Die Entführung aus dem Serail. He also sang this at the Kathleen Ferrier Awards back when he was just a tiny baby spaghetti noodle.

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Hans Werner Henze, Sechs Gesänge Aus Dem Arabschen/Three Auden Songs - Ian Bostridge and Julius Drake
Henze died in 2012, and is unfortunately all too obscure. Contemporary classical that is both complex and listenable.
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Poète allemand : Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748-1776) An den Mond : Geuß, lieber Mond, geuß deine Silberflimmer Durch dieses Buchengrün, Wo Phantasien und Traumgestalten immer Vor mir vorüberfliehn! Enthülle dich, daß ich die Stätte finde, Wo oft mein Mädchen saß, Und oft, im Wehn des Buchbaums und der Linde, Der goldnen Stadt vergaß! Enthülle dich, daß ich des Strauchs mich freue, Der Kühlung ihr gerauscht, Und einen Kranz auf jeden Anger streue, Wo sie den Bach belauscht! Dann, lieber Mond, dann nimm den Schleier wieder, Und traur’ um deinen Freund, Und weine durch den Wolkenflor hernieder, Wie dein Verlaßner weint! Die ewige Nostalgie.