Bookcase made by Italian violinist and composer Niccolò Paganini (1782 - 1840) housing his famous library of Musicophilia

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Bookcase made by Italian violinist and composer Niccolò Paganini (1782 - 1840) housing his famous library of Musicophilia

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“Sono certo che verrà il giorno in cui il compositore, una volta realizzata la sua partitura, potrà affidarla a una macchina che ne trasmetterà fedelmente e automaticamente il contenuto musicale all’ascoltatore” [Edgard Varèse - 1936]
In basso: partitura per “Poème électronique” (1958)
John Towner Williams (8-2-1932 / -)
Happy birthday Maestro
Buon compleanno Maestro
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Ennio Morricone (1928-2020)
Grazie.
Mystery of love
Oh, to see without my eyes
The first time that you kissed me
Boundless by the time I cried
I built your walls around me
White noise, what an awful sound
Fumbling by Rogue River
Feel my feet above the ground
Hand of God, deliver me
Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me
The first time that you touched me
Oh, will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love
Lord, I no longer believe
Drowned in living waters
Cursed by the love that I received
From my brother's daughter
Like Hephaestion, who died
Alexander's lover
Now my riverbed has dried
Shall I find no other?
Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me
I'm running like a plover
Now I'm prone to misery
The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me
How much sorrow can I take?
Blackbird on my shoulder
And what difference does it make
When this love is over?
Shall I sleep within your bed
River of unhappiness
Hold your hands upon my head
'Til I breathe my last breath
Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me
The last time that you touched me
Oh, will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love
Sufjan Stevens
“Non conosco quest'opera abbastanza per poterla suonare lentamente”.
Franz Liszt