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The Best Solos
  • Piccolo: Tchaikovsky: Symphony No. 4, Mvmt. 3
  • Flute: Saint-Saens: The Carnival of the Animals, Aviary
  • Oboe: Stravinsky: Pulcinella Suite, Serenata
  • English Horn: Shostakovich: Symphony No. 8, Mvmt. 1
  • E-Flat Clarinet: Shostakovich: Symphony No. 7, Mvmt. 2
  • B-Flat Clarinet: Offenbach: Overture to Orpheus in the Underworld
  • Bass Clarinet: Stravinsky: The Rite of Spring
  • Bassoon: Rimsky-Korsakov: Scheherezade, Mvmt. 2
  • Contrabassoon: Dukas: The Sorcerer's Apprentice
  • French Horn: R. Strauss: Till Eulenspiegels Lustige Streiche
  • Trumpet: Mahler: Symphony No. 5, Mvmt. 1
  • Trombone: R. Strauss: Also Sprach Zarathustra
  • Tuba: Gershwin: An American in Paris
  • Percussion: Hindemith: Symphonic Metamorphosis, Mvmt. 2
  • Violin: Shostakovich: Symphony No. 5, Mvmt. 2
  • Viola: Brahms: Symphony No. 4, Mvmt. 2
  • Cello: Beethoven: Symphony No. 5, Mvmt. 2
  • Double Bass: Saint-Saens: The Carnival of the Animals, L'Elephant
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Triadisches Ballett (Triadic Ballet) is a ballet developed by Oskar Schlemmer. It premiered in Stuttgart, on 30 September 1922, with music composed by Paul Hindemith and with the performers Elsa Hotzel and Albert Burger. The ballet became the most widely performed avant-garde artistic dance and while Schlemmer was at the Bauhaus from 1921 to 1929, the ballet toured, helping to spread the ethos of the Bauhaus”- Wikipedia Link

Filmed version of this ballet (30 minutes) is available for viewing here.

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Composer: Paul Hindemith (1895 - 1963) after Richard Wagner (1813 - 1883)

Work: Ouvertüre zum “Fliegenden Holländer”, wie sie eine schlechte Kurkapelle morgens um 7 am Brunnen vom Blatt spielt [Overture to the “Flying Dutchman” as Sight-read by a Bad Spa Orchestra at 7 in the Morning by the Well] (1925)

Performer: Kocian Quartet

New Fic: Three Mornings (1/3)

Fandom: swtor

Characters: Senya Tirall, Arcann Tirall, hints of the Sith Warrior

Rating: Teen

Summary:  Breakfast with Arcann quickly becomes one of Senya’s favorite rituals.

Notes: Anyone for a helping of mother and son bonding? Plus a side of Arcann pining hopelessly over the commander? Me too!

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Breakfast with Arcann quickly becomes one of Senya’s favorite rituals.

She sits down at an empty table - she almost always makes it to the cafeteria before him; her son is not a morning person - and holds a mug of caf between her hands. It’s chilly this winter morning on Odessen. Enough that she wishes she thought to bring a shawl with her.

Across the cafeteria she can see Arcann standing in line with other Alliance personnel. He stares at his tray, not speaking to any of the people around him. No armor for him today; he must not have plans to train. Instead, he wears a simple grey tunic with a pair of trousers, no weapon to be seen.

No one looking at him now would ever think he once was the most powerful man in the galaxy.

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Paul Hindemith, Sonata for double bass & piano (1949) III. Molto Adagio - Allegretto grazioso

Betrayal

Just a short little ficlet to help me figure out the reasons why my light-side Sith Inquisitor is going to go all dark-side on Theron’s ass.


“I don’t like this.”

Denravi bites back a smile. “Considering you don’t like much of anything, pirate, that’s not saying much.”

“I like you,” Andronikos says quietly and she lets him pull her into his arms for a kiss.

“I would hope so,” she says, whispering the words against his lips. “You did marry me, after all.”

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There's a (string) concerto for that
  • Just want to lay in bed and think but I have disrupting thoughts: Mendelssohn violin concerto mvt 1
  • Such a nice day out. I would like to sing along with birds. And frogs. And that squirrel: Mendelssohn violin concerto mvt 3
  • I’m the best muthafuqa you’ll see: Tchaikovsky violin concerto 1 mvt 3
  • Angst inside me: Bruch violin concerto 1 mvt 1
  • Sadness and angst: Sibelius violin concerto 1 mvts 1 & 2
  • Time to get over that sadness and angst: Sibelius violin concerto 1 mvt 3
  • Just scored a date: Bruch violin concerto 1 mvt 3
  • No one understands me, this is because my intellect > theirs: Hindemith viola concerto mvt 1
  • Ain't got time to afford privates FTS and education: Brahms violin concerto mvt 1
  • Just got an A on a test that I thought I had failed: Brahms violin mvt 3
  • Cleaning the house: Haydn cello concerto 1
New Fic: Loyalty

Fandom: swtor

Pairing: Malavai Quinn/Sith Warrior

Rating: Teen

Summary: Quinn didn’t believe anything could be more difficult than five years in prison. But freedom turned out to be all that much more harder than he ever imagined.

Notes: Because who doesn’t want 15,000 words of Quinn angst? Spoilers for update 5.2. 

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In the end, Quinn simply doesn’t have enough friends, enough connections, to protect him. He’s given advance warning of the approach, but no offer of hiding or shelter. Once his departure request off of Vaiken Station is denied, he knows there is not much time.

He’s still a proud man, still concerned about appearances. The thought of being taken into custody in a public commotion sickens him. While his skills with a blaster are quite good, no doubt armed soldiers will be part of the escort team. There will be no chance of escape, so he will put up no resistance.

The bridge of the Fury will be his last stand. He wonders what will happen to the ship once he’s gone. For all intensive purposes, this ship is his home. It’s where Quinn found a second chance at serving the empire. Where he fell in love with Maevry. Their blood and sweat is written in the walls of this ship and he finds he will miss it more than he expects.

A console alerts him that an override code has been inputted to enter the ship. He waits on the bridge, standing at parade rest. Will they kill him at once? Or perhaps have a farce of a trial before throwing him in prison? Quinn’s not sure which he prefers and then isn’t sure what to do with that knowledge. If today is to be the day of his death, at least he dies showing the galaxy his true loyalty. He did not give up his search for his wife, defying and disobeying every order to the contrary.

The airlock opens and Quinn takes a breath, trying to hear just how many soldiers have come aboard. It sounds like three in heavy armor and one officer. He asks the galaxy to give him one kindness, to spare him the humiliation of being arrested by Lieutenant - no, Captain, now - Pierce. The bloody galaxy at least owes him that much. It’s taken his wife, his parents, his career. Quinn has nothing left to give this galaxy except his life. And knowing the galaxy, that won’t be enough.

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