one of the sickest things about having an organist mom is during a halloween fair there was this science guy who one year had a tesla coil hooked up to a piano that’d adjust electrical output based on the keys and such. so he asked for volunteers in the crowd and he saw mom politely raise her hand, and she got to play the piano tesla coil thing. but what did she play? Toccata and Fugue in D minor, THE Halloween song.
This song is an havanera composed by Càstor Pérez and Glòria Cruz, here sang by their daughter Sílvia.
Havaneres are a traditional style of music that originated
in the 19th century, but they are more popular in the coast of the Catalan Countries, the Basque Country, Asturias and Cantabria. These songs were commonly sung in the ships of sailors and immigrants who went from the Iberian Peninsula to look for a betterr life in Cuba, and for this reason many of these songs are very nostalgic and often talk about missing their homeland or lost loves.
(In the video, the song starts at 1:34)
Here you have the original lyrics of this song in Catalan and their translation to English.
Pinto les notes d'una havanera I paint the notes of an habanera
blava com l'aigua d'un mar antic, blue like the water of an ancient sea,
blanca d'escuma, dolça com l'aire, white like foam, sweet like the air,
gris de gavines, daurada d'imatges, grey like seagulls, gold by images,
vestida de nit. dressed in evening gown.
Miro el paisatge, cerco paraules, I look at the landscape, I search for words,
que omplin els versos sense neguit. that will fill the verses without unease.
Els pins m'abracen, sento com callen, Pine trees hug me, I hear how they go quiet,
el vent s'emporta tot l'horitzó.
the wind blows away the whole horizon.
Si pogués fer-me escata
If I could become scale
i amagar-me a la platja and hide at the beach
per sentir sons i tardes del passat, to hear sounds and afternoons of the past,
d'aquell món d'enyorança,
of that world of nostalgia,
amor i calma, perfumat de lluna, foc i rom love and calm,
scented with moon, fire and rum.
Si pogués enfilar-me a l'onada més alta If I could climb the highest wave
i guarnir de palmeres el record, and adorn the memory with palm trees,
escampant amb canyella totes les cales
sprinkling every cove with cinnamon
i amb petxines fer-los un bressol. and making them a cradle with shells.
Els vells em parlen plens de tendresa, The old ones talk to me, full of tenderness,
d'hores viscudes amb emoció. about hours lived with emotion.
Joves encara, forts i valents, Still young, strong and brave,
prínceps de xarxa, herois de tempesta, princes of the net, heroes of the storm,
amics del bon temps. friends of the good weather.
Els ulls inventen noves històries, The eyes invent new stories,
vaixells que tornen d'un lloc de sol. boats coming back from a sunny place.
Porten tonades enamorades, They carry songs in love,
dones i Pàtria, veles i flors. women and motherland, sails and flowers.
REQUEST MEME:Favorite Minor Character, The Song of Achilles (Requested by Anon)
It was Briseis again who eased their fears and let our lessons grow more elaborate, stepping in with a word of explanation or a clarifying gesture. Her Greek was quite good now, and more and more I simply deferred to her. She was a better teacher than I, and funnier too. Her mimes brought us all to laughter: a sleepy-eyed lizard, two dogs fighting.
It was easy, in those moments, to forget that the war had not yet really begun.
does anyone else sometimes get a really weird impulse to listen to really minor les mis songs… like every now and then i’m like ‘if i don’t listen to the robbery RIGHT NOW shit’s goin down’ like what’s up w/ that?