In the eleventh month of the year, the light will ultimately lose the battle against the darkness, and it grows a sadness at the increasing loss of Hellen.
The Totensonntag was entirely unforeseen manner in the character of sound, tone, there's a third word?
At Schloss Hamborn it started unexpectedly with the game two Soprano Lyre, a piece by Max Gross. The lyre, this so fragile and exquisite sounding stringed instrument that played the Greeks is similar to the wind when it engages in continuous tone bars or tubes, a wind chime precisely.
The interplay of lyres developed a crystalline Zweiklang, a dialogue of both instruments, Gentle, humble and precious. I suspect that even the composer himself played one of the lyres. That was one side of the sound. As presented, with the approval of chance and more acting below the surface, the composition did not show anything and make it audible, only hint at, most remained inside the listener to do, just as in the winter, too, most plays below the surface. I was grateful to hear such sounds certainly nowhere else, which I also reiterated that the music will never stop.
The High Cathedral Paderborn
Then another quick visit to Paderborn Cathedral, but the title "High Cathedral Paderborn" would have me can already announce: After Supper began Orgelgetön a, an organ roar that I had absolutely never and nowhere seen so - except perhaps as inner state - and which stopped in front of eyes and ears that the organ, also, because they must be played with the whole body, the most powerful and is sinnenhafteste among the instruments; because it leaves no cell of the body untouched, spared nothing and no one and pulls everything in her quiver, her organs, no corner, no stain of the nave one can escape it. She makes new, because it appeared everything in it inexorable Klangbad.
The High Cathedral Paderborn has as a symbol of the Trinity, a threefold Organ: A tower, a choir and a crypt organ. I suspect that this evening the choir organ was played, which is located above the altar. I do not know who was the organist, can it not also have ridden the devil, and he can not have had a field day, with what he meted out to us since. I do not think it has been the usual ecclesiastical 'evening business ", rather a kind of holy attack or zeal with which he himself looked eating on his organ and those above us, a powerful moment in any case in which he us in every way Tonkunst machined. (more ...)
