<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:14:29.411-08:00</updated><category term='Natalie Portman'/><category term='Bridge'/><category term='aria'/><category term='delicacy'/><category term='Hogwood'/><category term='ballet'/><category term='fairy tales'/><category term='Stravinsky'/><category term='snowflake'/><category term='thirst'/><category term='homesick'/><category term='Grimaud'/><category term='Sepec'/><category term='ants'/><category term='ADD'/><category term='city built'/><category term='Semkow'/><category term='operetta'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='Schumann'/><category 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term='obligation'/><category term='Daugherty'/><category term='Ainsley'/><category term='Ludwig'/><category term='Lindberg'/><category term='concerto'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='crudeness'/><category term='forest'/><category term='Parsons'/><category term='Grossmann'/><category term='jollity'/><category term='Mácal'/><category term='dripping water'/><category term='quartet'/><category term='Otter'/><category term='Mozart'/><category term='clove'/><category term='cutting'/><category term='Volodos'/><category term='Jansons'/><category term='walking with child'/><category term='Gieseking'/><category term='recession'/><category term='dead child'/><category term='aversion'/><category term='still life'/><category term='edge'/><category term='honey'/><category term='Garvey'/><category term='waltz'/><category term='Gefors'/><category term='damping'/><category term='Ricciarelli'/><category term='larkiness'/><category term='Henze'/><category term='Poulenc'/><category term='Fialkowska'/><category term='constraint'/><category term='Layton'/><category term='Vengerov'/><category term='falling'/><category term='Vomáčka'/><category term='passion'/><category term='intimacy'/><category term='Bostridge'/><category term='Janáček'/><category term='Mravinsky'/><category term='Tattermuschová'/><category term='Josefowicz'/><category term='symphonic poem'/><category term='Stern'/><category term='flirting'/><category term='missing'/><category term='Chung'/><category term='macaron'/><category term='Adams'/><category term='Rostropovich'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='Keenlyside'/><category term='Muck'/><category term='pouring'/><title type='text'>Smell of Sound: A Classical Music Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Read what I'm listening to. 365 recordings for 2011. Day by day, smell the sound.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8202797490944587509</id><published>2011-08-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:00:05.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barenboim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>#236 The Smell of Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Eminent in its sadness, this is a high class tragedy. The one overflowing the body,&amp;nbsp;paralyzing&amp;nbsp;the muscles, stopping the breath. The air is getting thicker, darker. Suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barenboim is bathing in the grief, building the vibes, concentrating the blood. The final bangs are astounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32510009&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32510009&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avyehzta4Yc/TlR8VuINYwI/AAAAAAAADW0/MiWiYb813co/s1600/schumann+s3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avyehzta4Yc/TlR8VuINYwI/AAAAAAAADW0/MiWiYb813co/s200/schumann+s3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Robert Schumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 3, IV. Feierlich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Staatskapelle Berlin, Daniel Barenboim &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8202797490944587509?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8202797490944587509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/236-smell-of-tragedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8202797490944587509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8202797490944587509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/236-smell-of-tragedy.html' title='#236 The Smell of Tragedy'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avyehzta4Yc/TlR8VuINYwI/AAAAAAAADW0/MiWiYb813co/s72-c/schumann+s3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-254740184814592422</id><published>2011-08-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:00:08.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noseda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner peace'/><title type='text'>#235 The Smell of Inner Peace</title><content type='html'>This is Nachtmusik, so there's no surprise it's peaceful and hushed. Apart from that, it also shines the inner light: Combining childhood memories and fatalism, with a few creaks, it's getting you into the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fanfare for introduction (and its repetitions during the movement) are so beautifully shaped! I haven't been a big fan of Mahler 7 but this one speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=29286231&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=29286231&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Gustav Mahler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 7, II. Nachtmusik I – Allegro moderato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; BBC Philharmonic Orchestra, Gianandrea Noseda &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-254740184814592422?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/254740184814592422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/235-smell-of-inner-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/254740184814592422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/254740184814592422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/235-smell-of-inner-peace.html' title='#235 The Smell of Inner Peace'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6650189544740947177</id><published>2011-08-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T07:00:06.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Böhme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jochum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aria'/><title type='text'>#234 The Smell of Victory</title><content type='html'>It's pretty straightforward and literal: winning and nothing else. No second meanings, just transparent message: Triumph! Triumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Böhme debuted in this role in 1930. The recording is from 1959, yet he sings here very openly and civilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32473845&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32473845&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcUEU8OhJdo/TlGs3Bu84vI/AAAAAAAADWg/qchmY4Y7rvE/s1600/weber+freischutz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcUEU8OhJdo/TlGs3Bu84vI/AAAAAAAADWg/qchmY4Y7rvE/s200/weber+freischutz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Carl Maria von Weber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Der Freischütz, "Schweig, schweig, damit dich niemand warnt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Kurt Böhme, Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra, Eugen Jochum &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6650189544740947177?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6650189544740947177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/234-smell-of-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6650189544740947177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6650189544740947177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/234-smell-of-victory.html' title='#234 The Smell of Victory'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OcUEU8OhJdo/TlGs3Bu84vI/AAAAAAAADWg/qchmY4Y7rvE/s72-c/weber+freischutz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-9148737250154362019</id><published>2011-08-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:22:26.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aldridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boiling water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarinet'/><title type='text'>#233 The Smell of Boiling Water</title><content type='html'>The smell is instant: The tiny bubbles catching the surface of a casserole, intensifying, capturing and gaining control of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer plays vividly, mastering the tone in a way that makes you think you should learn how to play the clarinet, too. A Far Cry Orchestra (without a conductor) merges with Singer in a brilliant and very organic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32472113&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32472113&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y51o85Ul5_U/TlGEu2SNJBI/AAAAAAAADWc/VmyoMTZXkCg/s1600/aldridge+cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y51o85Ul5_U/TlGEu2SNJBI/AAAAAAAADWc/VmyoMTZXkCg/s200/aldridge+cc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Robert Aldridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Clarinet Concerto, I. Fast and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; David Singer, A Far Cry Orchestra &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-9148737250154362019?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/9148737250154362019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/233-smell-of-boiling-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9148737250154362019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9148737250154362019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/233-smell-of-boiling-water.html' title='#233 The Smell of Boiling Water'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y51o85Ul5_U/TlGEu2SNJBI/AAAAAAAADWc/VmyoMTZXkCg/s72-c/aldridge+cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-941762613897365818</id><published>2011-08-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:02:49.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crudeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlioz'/><title type='text'>#232 The Smell of Crudeness</title><content type='html'>It's raw and crude and ill music, no doubt. So wild, furious, and choleric. how it bites and claws, how it kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardiner with ORR is mysterious here. Jut the bells themselves would be enough but he goes very much beyond that. The timpani! The whispering strings at 8'29''! This is sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll, in its original form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32471947&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32471947&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRfGYNqJHXA/TlF_vcbyGtI/AAAAAAAADWY/emCld9C1PRE/s1600/berlioz+sf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRfGYNqJHXA/TlF_vcbyGtI/AAAAAAAADWY/emCld9C1PRE/s200/berlioz+sf.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Hector Berlioz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphonie fantastique, IV. Songe d'une nuit de sabbat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Orchestre révolutionnaire et romantique, John Eliot Gardiner &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-941762613897365818?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/941762613897365818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/232-smell-of-crudeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/941762613897365818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/941762613897365818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/232-smell-of-crudeness.html' title='#232 The Smell of Crudeness'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRfGYNqJHXA/TlF_vcbyGtI/AAAAAAAADWY/emCld9C1PRE/s72-c/berlioz+sf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-1195373099250079973</id><published>2011-08-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:03:43.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alsop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hovering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bartók'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><title type='text'>#231 The Smell of Hovering</title><content type='html'>The music bridles, calms down, and assails again. Flexible, fluid, suggestive, like a piece of cloth hovering in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orchestra sound is very colorful and attentive. A fine, loving recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32458560&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32458560&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgUzqZlkjGw/TlAg5Hwl8JI/AAAAAAAADWE/9MeM6XNKnOY/s1600/bartok+mandarin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgUzqZlkjGw/TlAg5Hwl8JI/AAAAAAAADWE/9MeM6XNKnOY/s200/bartok+mandarin.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Béla Bartók&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; The Miraculous Mandarin, III. Second seduction game: the young student &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-1195373099250079973?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/1195373099250079973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/231-smell-of-hovering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1195373099250079973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1195373099250079973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/231-smell-of-hovering.html' title='#231 The Smell of Hovering'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgUzqZlkjGw/TlAg5Hwl8JI/AAAAAAAADWE/9MeM6XNKnOY/s72-c/bartok+mandarin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-5351785173300786242</id><published>2011-08-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:19:58.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow paperweight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pešek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suite'/><title type='text'>#230 The Smell of Snow Paperweight</title><content type='html'>I smell how artificial and distorted this music is. It's like behind a thick round glass, always kind of out of focus, and never real. All the dramas are just a comedy, fights between plastic figures: and snow, snow everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pešek's reading is precise, and maybe a little bit distant, keeping it–despite the orchestration–on the colder side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32430195&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32430195&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqvoYZ1DBgk/Tk3xnjugaaI/AAAAAAAADVs/mKkCqjij1B4/s1600/Suk_Praga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqvoYZ1DBgk/Tk3xnjugaaI/AAAAAAAADVs/mKkCqjij1B4/s200/Suk_Praga.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Josef Suk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; A Fairy Tale, II. Playing at Swans and Peacocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Czech Philharmonic Orchestra, Libor Pešek &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-5351785173300786242?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/5351785173300786242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/230-smell-of-snow-paperweight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5351785173300786242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5351785173300786242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/230-smell-of-snow-paperweight.html' title='#230 The Smell of Snow Paperweight'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqvoYZ1DBgk/Tk3xnjugaaI/AAAAAAAADVs/mKkCqjij1B4/s72-c/Suk_Praga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-9220965415579524779</id><published>2011-08-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:19:09.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anosov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dvořák'/><title type='text'>#229 The Smell of Stone</title><content type='html'>Here's a stone, waiting to be sculpted. Strong, massive, proud–yet ready to be chopped, shaped, animated. Eruptive, sharp and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very romantic and very Russian recording. Mic too close to strings, full brass, all sounds too edged and overexcited, and Anosov is bending tempi deliberately: listen to the total chaos at 0'15'' or 8'53''. Unacceptable, yes. Lovely, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32429550&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32429550&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ19yRSM5ho/Tk3jeW1rxCI/AAAAAAAADVo/dTv5OLBmthg/s1600/dvorak+s9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ19yRSM5ho/Tk3jeW1rxCI/AAAAAAAADVo/dTv5OLBmthg/s200/dvorak+s9.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Antonín Dvořák&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 9, IV. Allegro con fuoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; USSR State Symphony Orchestra, Nikolai Anosov &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-9220965415579524779?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/9220965415579524779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/229-smell-of-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9220965415579524779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9220965415579524779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/229-smell-of-stone.html' title='#229 The Smell of Stone'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ19yRSM5ho/Tk3jeW1rxCI/AAAAAAAADVo/dTv5OLBmthg/s72-c/dvorak+s9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-384221222125166261</id><published>2011-08-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:00:10.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adams'/><title type='text'>#228 The Smell of Work</title><content type='html'>Dense, layered, harmonized–that's for sure. But mostly, it smells of oil, grease, reek. Maybe it's about the way how the chorus is integrated to the orchestra sound. There's music, and there's real work, happening somewhere, out of our sight; something robust is being done, so we can listen to the poem by John&amp;nbsp;Donne: Though I speed not, I cannot miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first, and maybe the best recording of Harmonium. Exciting, fresh, vivid recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32348467&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32348467&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5gNCxkK434/TknkYj7u96I/AAAAAAAADUk/-Z9pbKu5wLE/s1600/adams+harmonium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5gNCxkK434/TknkYj7u96I/AAAAAAAADUk/-Z9pbKu5wLE/s200/adams+harmonium.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;John Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Harmonium, Part 1: Negative Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;San Francisco Symphony Orchestra and Chorus, Edo de Waart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-384221222125166261?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/384221222125166261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/228-smell-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/384221222125166261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/384221222125166261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/228-smell-of-work.html' title='#228 The Smell of Work'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5gNCxkK434/TknkYj7u96I/AAAAAAAADUk/-Z9pbKu5wLE/s72-c/adams+harmonium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6025757659293233451</id><published>2011-08-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:00:10.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steinbacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evening beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kulek'/><title type='text'>#227 The Smell of Evening Beach</title><content type='html'>The rush is gone. It's just lovers, and sunset, and small waves, and wind, cold a little bit. The life is pulsing, irregularly. And when the melody in the ninth minute unwinds, it's all coming into blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steinbacher and Kulek can bring pretty casual sound, it's like an improvisation, random ideas, here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32323567&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32323567&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dc-RIyl8yfQ/TkiJvhz2uqI/AAAAAAAADUI/48mTn_-DCrU/s1600/brahms+vs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dc-RIyl8yfQ/TkiJvhz2uqI/AAAAAAAADUI/48mTn_-DCrU/s200/brahms+vs1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Johannes Brahms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Sonata for piano and violin No 1, I. Vivace ma non troppo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Arabella Steinbacher, Robert Kulek &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6025757659293233451?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6025757659293233451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/227-smell-of-evening-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6025757659293233451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6025757659293233451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/227-smell-of-evening-beach.html' title='#227 The Smell of Evening Beach'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dc-RIyl8yfQ/TkiJvhz2uqI/AAAAAAAADUI/48mTn_-DCrU/s72-c/brahms+vs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4277465919336335271</id><published>2011-08-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:12:42.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jansons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proportion'/><title type='text'>#226 The Smell of Proportion</title><content type='html'>This piece of music lives in an empty space. There's no landscape, nothing natural. It's void, black stage without dimensions. And there are layers of cloth there, and there's wind, and there's an acolyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's paired with Mahler on the disc, and that's what's giving it its smell. No broad style, no grand sweeps. Proportional exhaustion from meekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32320596&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32320596&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHcr-1tryYk/TkhjThercBI/AAAAAAAADUE/UpJqgIuVaUA/s1600/henze+seba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHcr-1tryYk/TkhjThercBI/AAAAAAAADUE/UpJqgIuVaUA/s200/henze+seba.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Hans Henze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Sebastian im Traum, I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, Mariss Jansons &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4277465919336335271?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4277465919336335271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/226-smell-of-proportion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4277465919336335271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4277465919336335271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/226-smell-of-proportion.html' title='#226 The Smell of Proportion'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHcr-1tryYk/TkhjThercBI/AAAAAAAADUE/UpJqgIuVaUA/s72-c/henze+seba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-738759644328335889</id><published>2011-08-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:22:31.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liszt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hengelbrock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>#225 The Smell of Imperative</title><content type='html'>What a change of mood at 0'28''! We're getting into something so serious, big, and imperative. The smell is drying up but it's still there, in these tiny piano lines, till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ott is perfect in this concerto, very lisztian, precise, musically brilliant and technically marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32314428&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32314428&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpN_vJ8BnKU/TkggCKdJ2kI/AAAAAAAADUA/3F7hU3DyBSc/s1600/liszt+pc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpN_vJ8BnKU/TkggCKdJ2kI/AAAAAAAADUA/3F7hU3DyBSc/s200/liszt+pc1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Franz Liszt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Piano Concerto No 1, III. Allegro marziale animato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Alice Sara Ott, Münchner Philharmoniker, Thomas Hengelbrock &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-738759644328335889?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/738759644328335889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/225-smell-of-imperative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/738759644328335889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/738759644328335889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/225-smell-of-imperative.html' title='#225 The Smell of Imperative'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpN_vJ8BnKU/TkggCKdJ2kI/AAAAAAAADUA/3F7hU3DyBSc/s72-c/liszt+pc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-1388301677054545274</id><published>2011-08-12T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T11:53:27.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accelerated film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perlman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#224 The Smell of Accelerated Film</title><content type='html'>Swarming–people are everywhere, moving chaotically at first sight, but actually in a very organized way. There's no time to take a deep breath, not even at that almost pause at 1'03''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Perlman is shining, and so is BSO.&amp;nbsp;The final tones are so disburden you want to live the relief again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32313736&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32313736&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwh0d83dJwE/TkgY5xukf1I/AAAAAAAADT8/hyswx5KXH3c/s1600/bernstein+plato.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwh0d83dJwE/TkgY5xukf1I/AAAAAAAADT8/hyswx5KXH3c/s200/bernstein+plato.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Leonard Bernstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Serenade after Plato's "Symposium", III. Eryximachus (Presto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Itzak Perlman, Boston Symphony Orchestra, Seiji Ozawa &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-1388301677054545274?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/1388301677054545274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/224-smell-of-accelerated-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1388301677054545274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1388301677054545274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/224-smell-of-accelerated-film.html' title='#224 The Smell of Accelerated Film'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwh0d83dJwE/TkgY5xukf1I/AAAAAAAADT8/hyswx5KXH3c/s72-c/bernstein+plato.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3753355508020851109</id><published>2011-08-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T11:41:16.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knappertsbusch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicacy'/><title type='text'>#223 The Smell of Delicacy</title><content type='html'>The waltz might be mighty, yet there's a delicacy in it. Swirling, it keeps its old-school tenderness. It hardly belongs to our world today, we have different means now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knappertsbusch is inseparable from his Wagner, and here, in a light piece, he's direct and engaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32313432&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32313432&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvARLVA9es8/TkgVkwIfejI/AAAAAAAADT4/7F0hp4dhHGo/s1600/weber+tanz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvARLVA9es8/TkgVkwIfejI/AAAAAAAADT4/7F0hp4dhHGo/s200/weber+tanz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carl Maria Weber (orch. by Hector Berlioz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Invitation to the Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Berliner Philharmoniker, Hans Knappertsbusch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3753355508020851109?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3753355508020851109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/223-smell-of-delicacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3753355508020851109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3753355508020851109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/223-smell-of-delicacy.html' title='#223 The Smell of Delicacy'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvARLVA9es8/TkgVkwIfejI/AAAAAAAADT4/7F0hp4dhHGo/s72-c/weber+tanz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8577991860726364212</id><published>2011-08-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:24:13.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gergiev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shostakovich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>#222 The Smell of War</title><content type='html'>Alarming, elemental music: This. Is. War. Uncontrollable currents, bursting dams, yet it all holds together, trembling and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gergiev with Mariinsky gives&amp;nbsp;high voltage to the symphony. This is a machinery marching, making war, living war, winning war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32298469&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32298469&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LA5D-D-wLJo/TkcxehH3wRI/AAAAAAAADT0/zpvr6bRXals/s1600/shostakovich+s10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LA5D-D-wLJo/TkcxehH3wRI/AAAAAAAADT0/zpvr6bRXals/s200/shostakovich+s10.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Dmitri Shostakovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 10, II. Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Mariinsky Orchestra, Valery Gergiev &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8577991860726364212?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8577991860726364212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/222-smell-of-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8577991860726364212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8577991860726364212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/222-smell-of-war.html' title='#222 The Smell of War'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LA5D-D-wLJo/TkcxehH3wRI/AAAAAAAADT0/zpvr6bRXals/s72-c/shostakovich+s10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6926518106336458227</id><published>2011-08-09T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T17:08:00.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polekh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glière'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><title type='text'>#221 The Smell of Craving</title><content type='html'>It's desirous, calling for attention and love, and very craving. The main theme returns resiliently, secure and self-esteemed. Sturdy and intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polekh, who asked&amp;nbsp;Glière to write a horn concerto, his own cadenzas, and the composer himself conducting, do we need more? A historical performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32296710&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32296710&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbR8zmW7nqQ/TkcQCH5RuII/AAAAAAAADTw/B55RG70a7xc/s1600/gliere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbR8zmW7nqQ/TkcQCH5RuII/AAAAAAAADTw/B55RG70a7xc/s200/gliere.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Reinhold Glière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Horn Concerto, I. Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Valeri Polekh, Bolshoi Theatre Orchestra,  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6926518106336458227?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6926518106336458227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/221-smell-of-craving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6926518106336458227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6926518106336458227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/221-smell-of-craving.html' title='#221 The Smell of Craving'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbR8zmW7nqQ/TkcQCH5RuII/AAAAAAAADTw/B55RG70a7xc/s72-c/gliere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6445365796911586611</id><published>2011-08-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:42:29.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capuçon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Järvi P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cello'/><title type='text'>#220 The Smell of Clove</title><content type='html'>It smells of distance and adventure. Very bold, melodic, alive. It's a ship, full of spice, yet maneuvering like a frigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capuçon is building great waves of melodic lines–urgent, calling, restless. Wonderful sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32293309&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32293309&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jaHVaMG0K_8/Tkbg_0MoshI/AAAAAAAADTs/OmFhKadWn6w/s1600/herbert+cc.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jaHVaMG0K_8/Tkbg_0MoshI/AAAAAAAADTs/OmFhKadWn6w/s200/herbert+cc.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Victor Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Cello Concerto No 2, I. Allegro impetuoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Gautier Capuçon, Frankfurt Radio Symphony Orchestra, Paavo Järvi &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6445365796911586611?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6445365796911586611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/220-smell-of-clove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6445365796911586611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6445365796911586611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/220-smell-of-clove.html' title='#220 The Smell of Clove'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jaHVaMG0K_8/Tkbg_0MoshI/AAAAAAAADTs/OmFhKadWn6w/s72-c/herbert+cc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8225394978070119185</id><published>2011-08-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:07:10.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salonen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celestial blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saariaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upshaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>#219 The Smell of Celestial Blue</title><content type='html'>The landscape of this song unwinds slowly, heavenly, and it never stops. There's no place to stop, no borders, it shines in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upshaw is walking in the landscape. Dignified, humble. Always, always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32292662&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32292662&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpDaG1KJMc/TkbYqWW8RLI/AAAAAAAADTo/rCSylYOodCg/s1600/saariaho+chateau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpDaG1KJMc/TkbYqWW8RLI/AAAAAAAADTo/rCSylYOodCg/s200/saariaho+chateau.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kaija Saariaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Château de l'âme, II. A la terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Dawn Upshaw, Schoenberg Choir, Finnish Radio Symphony Orchestra, Esa-Pekka Salonen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8225394978070119185?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8225394978070119185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/219-smell-of-celestial-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8225394978070119185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8225394978070119185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/219-smell-of-celestial-blue.html' title='#219 The Smell of Celestial Blue'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpDaG1KJMc/TkbYqWW8RLI/AAAAAAAADTo/rCSylYOodCg/s72-c/saariaho+chateau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7167012769189813279</id><published>2011-08-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:31:22.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varèse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Market St'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boulez'/><title type='text'>#218 The Smell of Market St</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure about ionization but this is definitely the smell and the sound of Market St, San Francisco. All the stir and rush, sirens, rhythms, it's all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music actually is somehow charging, ionizing. But inside–it's creating a positive feedback. It eats itself, and gets stronger so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32234140&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32234140&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cARolOx38M/TkN2WLFUvRI/AAAAAAAADTA/YzFtOul53Sg/s1600/varese+ion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cARolOx38M/TkN2WLFUvRI/AAAAAAAADTA/YzFtOul53Sg/s200/varese+ion.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Edgard Varèse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ionisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chicago Symphony Orchestra, Pierre Boulez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7167012769189813279?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7167012769189813279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/218-smell-of-market-st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7167012769189813279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7167012769189813279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/218-smell-of-market-st.html' title='#218 The Smell of Market St'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cARolOx38M/TkN2WLFUvRI/AAAAAAAADTA/YzFtOul53Sg/s72-c/varese+ion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7803779286342343115</id><published>2011-08-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:31:29.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barber'/><title type='text'>#217 The Smell of Motion</title><content type='html'>Wind mills, trains, big wheels: It's the revolving motion that characterizes this movement. It's presto, yet the motion is not fast: it's bigger than life, very regular, continuous, unmatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stern is iconic here. His playing works magnificently with NYP. A very pleasant recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32234073&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32234073&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ies3aOPt1C4/TkN1JB_wcsI/AAAAAAAADS8/NJ00q4vvefI/s1600/barber+vc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ies3aOPt1C4/TkN1JB_wcsI/AAAAAAAADS8/NJ00q4vvefI/s200/barber+vc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Samuel Barber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Violin Concerto, III. Presto in moto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac Stern, New York Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7803779286342343115?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7803779286342343115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/217-smell-of-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7803779286342343115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7803779286342343115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/217-smell-of-motion.html' title='#217 The Smell of Motion'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ies3aOPt1C4/TkN1JB_wcsI/AAAAAAAADS8/NJ00q4vvefI/s72-c/barber+vc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6128986316467146994</id><published>2011-08-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:02:05.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martineau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larkiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>#216 The Smell of Larkiness</title><content type='html'>The piano is like raindrops, drumming on the rooftops–but somehow lonely: a raindrop here, another one there. The song is sophisticated, enamored, and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal balances the two: love and despair. It's a wish that cannot be fulfilled; she knows it, and yet she can be larky about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32210776&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32210776&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df818Op0v8o/TkICQPohyYI/AAAAAAAADSw/c06V7jmjtd0/s1600/wolf+haus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df818Op0v8o/TkICQPohyYI/AAAAAAAADSw/c06V7jmjtd0/s200/wolf+haus.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hugo Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;O wär dein Haus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kate Royal, Malcolm Martineau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6128986316467146994?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6128986316467146994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/216-smell-of-larkiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6128986316467146994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6128986316467146994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/216-smell-of-larkiness.html' title='#216 The Smell of Larkiness'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df818Op0v8o/TkICQPohyYI/AAAAAAAADSw/c06V7jmjtd0/s72-c/wolf+haus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6858982592462187446</id><published>2011-08-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:43:01.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glair'/><title type='text'>#215 The Smell of Glair</title><content type='html'>Smell the glair, damp and dragged. This can be Golden Gate Park in the dark, too. Nooks and corners, unexpected encounters, folding layers of anxiety and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozawa builds it carefully and splendidly, with intensity and thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32210776&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32210776&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzapLfoeHhg/TkH9CSHUAzI/AAAAAAAADSs/xGazWOBK4nk/s1600/ives+park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzapLfoeHhg/TkH9CSHUAzI/AAAAAAAADSs/xGazWOBK4nk/s200/ives+park.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Charles Ives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Central Park In The Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boston Symphony Orchestra, Seiji Ozawa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6858982592462187446?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6858982592462187446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/215-smell-of-glair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6858982592462187446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6858982592462187446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/215-smell-of-glair.html' title='#215 The Smell of Glair'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DzapLfoeHhg/TkH9CSHUAzI/AAAAAAAADSs/xGazWOBK4nk/s72-c/ives+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2649396372157300388</id><published>2011-08-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:10:39.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schubert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zehetmair'/><title type='text'>#214 The Smell of Spring</title><content type='html'>This piece of music is smiling, provoking to smile. All the echoing and repeats are organic, somehow rural and enjoyable. Very green and very sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Sinfonia has a wonderful sound, compact and bright, yet nicely subtle. Zehetmair is attentive and savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32084190&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32084190&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4XGnQTh1AA/TjjlTJmro3I/AAAAAAAADLo/55O8L7EwIF0/s1600/schubert+s6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4XGnQTh1AA/TjjlTJmro3I/AAAAAAAADLo/55O8L7EwIF0/s200/schubert+s6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Franz Schubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Symphony No 6, I. Adagio – Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thomas Zehetmair, Northern Sinfonia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2649396372157300388?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2649396372157300388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/214-smell-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2649396372157300388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2649396372157300388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/214-smell-of-spring.html' title='#214 The Smell of Spring'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4XGnQTh1AA/TjjlTJmro3I/AAAAAAAADLo/55O8L7EwIF0/s72-c/schubert+s6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2572552961010173094</id><published>2011-08-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:17:13.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harnoncourt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buchbinder'/><title type='text'>#213 The Smell of Suffering</title><content type='html'>The beginning, that's real pain. I wonder if somewhere else a composer was so successful in translating his suffering to music. However, there's also a fight, a majestic sound keeping us up, filling us with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buchbinder and Harnoncourt in what might be the best recording of this concerto ever (yet not your typical Brahms). Highly spirited, infiltrating and completing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32063044&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32063044&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2l2JqKFyF8/TjeVIr1A0BI/AAAAAAAADLk/GSAsSFtgwgk/s1600/brahms+pc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2l2JqKFyF8/TjeVIr1A0BI/AAAAAAAADLk/GSAsSFtgwgk/s200/brahms+pc1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Johannes Brahms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Piano Concerto No 1, I. Maestoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rudolf Buchbinder, Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, Nikolaus Harnoncourt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2572552961010173094?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2572552961010173094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/213-smell-of-suffering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2572552961010173094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2572552961010173094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/08/213-smell-of-suffering.html' title='#213 The Smell of Suffering'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2l2JqKFyF8/TjeVIr1A0BI/AAAAAAAADLk/GSAsSFtgwgk/s72-c/brahms+pc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4282231844959491480</id><published>2011-07-31T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:56:32.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='requiem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herreweghe'/><title type='text'>#212 The Smell of Grace</title><content type='html'>Whatever you did, it's forgotten now, and forgiven. The music is full of grace: not blaming, flowing, accepting, understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laiter is singing somehow uninterestedly: because it does not matter anymore, because the past has no value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32062819&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32062819&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TW9Dh0HjPF8/TjeRFNg_xxI/AAAAAAAADLg/uUlufA8Cn28/s1600/weill+req.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TW9Dh0HjPF8/TjeRFNg_xxI/AAAAAAAADLg/uUlufA8Cn28/s200/weill+req.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kurt Weill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Das Berliner Requiem, Marterl: Andante moderato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alexandre Laiter, Choeur de La Chapelle Royalle, Ensemble Musique Oblique, Philippe Herreweghe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4282231844959491480?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4282231844959491480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/212-smell-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4282231844959491480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4282231844959491480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/212-smell-of-grace.html' title='#212 The Smell of Grace'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TW9Dh0HjPF8/TjeRFNg_xxI/AAAAAAAADLg/uUlufA8Cn28/s72-c/weill+req.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4408830648680456990</id><published>2011-07-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:28:04.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siegmeister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>#211 The Smell of Hell</title><content type='html'>I might be oversensitive but this music smells of something very diabolic. Even the muted moments are somehow broken and always corrupted by big, yelling areas of music. Always nervous, shrieking, never stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale is unbearable, the percussions are killing.&amp;nbsp;Shostakovich on steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32062514&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32062514&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iSSZtqMeWg/TjeJ_ON1mXI/AAAAAAAADLc/njyxXsTC5lg/s1600/siegmeister+s3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iSSZtqMeWg/TjeJ_ON1mXI/AAAAAAAADLc/njyxXsTC5lg/s200/siegmeister+s3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Elie Siegmeister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Symphony No 3, I. Moderato, pesante; Allegro ritmico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Oslo Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra, Elie Siegmeister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4408830648680456990?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4408830648680456990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/211-smell-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4408830648680456990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4408830648680456990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/211-smell-of-hell.html' title='#211 The Smell of Hell'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iSSZtqMeWg/TjeJ_ON1mXI/AAAAAAAADLc/njyxXsTC5lg/s72-c/siegmeister+s3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7080536124297725662</id><published>2011-07-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:12:09.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karajan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mutter'/><title type='text'>#210 The Smell of Attack</title><content type='html'>This music goes straightly to its point. Intention and destination are clear; no time to wait, no time to explain. It attacks you completely, subjugates you, violates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter is able to achieve almost agonizing sound when you cannot breathe anymore. BPO is second to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32062306&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32062306&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WLtPszZfXc/TjeCjAtWeFI/AAAAAAAADLY/TjE5DXK7J8w/s1600/brahms+vc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WLtPszZfXc/TjeCjAtWeFI/AAAAAAAADLY/TjE5DXK7J8w/s200/brahms+vc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Johannes Brahms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Violin concerto, III. Allegro giocoso, ma non troppo vivace – Poco più&amp;nbsp;presto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anne-Sophie Mutter, Berliner Philharmoniker, Herbert von Karajan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7080536124297725662?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7080536124297725662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/210-smell-of-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7080536124297725662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7080536124297725662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/210-smell-of-attack.html' title='#210 The Smell of Attack'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3WLtPszZfXc/TjeCjAtWeFI/AAAAAAAADLY/TjE5DXK7J8w/s72-c/brahms+vc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8929231851712748797</id><published>2011-07-28T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:46:19.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harpsichord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esfahani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poulenc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brabbins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><title type='text'>#209 The Smell of Another World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The most simple is the most impressive: Listen to the music at 1'21''. Ta-ta! Ta-ta! The harpsichord is not penetrating the orchestral sound. It's totally different, not from this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The orchestra is sloping, attacking, slowing down, and the harpsichord just does not get it. The solo in the fifth minute is so painfully lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32044204&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32044204&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgx9JhMUwTc/TjY9jcwHlEI/AAAAAAAADLM/myAEIqYE15c/s1600/poulenc+cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgx9JhMUwTc/TjY9jcwHlEI/AAAAAAAADLM/myAEIqYE15c/s200/poulenc+cc.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Francis Poulenc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Concert Champêtre, II. Andante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Mahan Esfahani, BBC National Orchestra of Wales, Martyn Brabbins &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8929231851712748797?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8929231851712748797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/209-smell-of-another-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8929231851712748797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8929231851712748797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/209-smell-of-another-world.html' title='#209 The Smell of Another World'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgx9JhMUwTc/TjY9jcwHlEI/AAAAAAAADLM/myAEIqYE15c/s72-c/poulenc+cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6512530292042032678</id><published>2011-07-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:50:09.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachmaninov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volodos'/><title type='text'>#208 The Smell of Nerves</title><content type='html'>The first calling, that's a fanfare before a crippled waltz, before a ball of monsters. A ball taking place in a head of somebody exhausted, enervate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volodos jumps from creepy playing to high-toned dignity, changes tempi. He's luring us away from the sane world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32043909&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32043909&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q-Zyb8O1ts/TjY1pM3bBOI/AAAAAAAADLI/fQlU0RvQ8xk/s1600/rachmaninov+mf.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q-Zyb8O1ts/TjY1pM3bBOI/AAAAAAAADLI/fQlU0RvQ8xk/s200/rachmaninov+mf.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Sergei Rachmaninov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Morceaux de fantaisie No 5, Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Arcadi Volodos &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6512530292042032678?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6512530292042032678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/208-smell-of-nerves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6512530292042032678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6512530292042032678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/208-smell-of-nerves.html' title='#208 The Smell of Nerves'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q-Zyb8O1ts/TjY1pM3bBOI/AAAAAAAADLI/fQlU0RvQ8xk/s72-c/rachmaninov+mf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8613545920543959107</id><published>2011-07-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:00:01.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>#207 The Smell of Tense</title><content type='html'>This song never ends but it's not a stream, it's not a spinning wheel. It's more elastic, tense, and strung. The smell is somehow honey-sweet and honey-fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampson keeps the tense constantly, his voice is vehement and insistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32043783&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32043783&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YK8jMZnr9dk/TjYxv396kjI/AAAAAAAADLE/9R_BTMipp9s/s1600/schumann+diechter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YK8jMZnr9dk/TjYxv396kjI/AAAAAAAADLE/9R_BTMipp9s/s200/schumann+diechter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Robert Schumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Diechterliebe, "Aus meinen Tränen sprießen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Thomas Hampson, Geoffrey Parsons &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8613545920543959107?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8613545920543959107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/207-smell-of-tense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8613545920543959107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8613545920543959107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/207-smell-of-tense.html' title='#207 The Smell of Tense'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YK8jMZnr9dk/TjYxv396kjI/AAAAAAAADLE/9R_BTMipp9s/s72-c/schumann+diechter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6829633674236186606</id><published>2011-07-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:36:47.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beethoven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kovacevich'/><title type='text'>#206 The Smell of Disease</title><content type='html'>A very peaceful motif starts to spread like cancer. The dark tones at 1'49'' are so ill and omnious. Decorum of the beginning is returning: for the last times, with these dark tones, in an unlikely symbiosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kovacevich is soft and thoughtful. Not so sparkling, not ornamental, not playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32043529&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32043529&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9l983FGlGc/TjYaixlgGcI/AAAAAAAADLA/KHW4hPsrhlk/s1600/beethoven+ps22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9l983FGlGc/TjYaixlgGcI/AAAAAAAADLA/KHW4hPsrhlk/s200/beethoven+ps22.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Piano Sonata No 22, I. In tempo di menuetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stephen Kovacevich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6829633674236186606?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6829633674236186606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/206-smell-of-disease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6829633674236186606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6829633674236186606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/206-smell-of-disease.html' title='#206 The Smell of Disease'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y9l983FGlGc/TjYaixlgGcI/AAAAAAAADLA/KHW4hPsrhlk/s72-c/beethoven+ps22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7345588908814254818</id><published>2011-07-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T07:00:06.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two monologues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adès'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bostridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keenlyside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><title type='text'>#205 The Smell of Two Monologues</title><content type='html'>This is the first CD I bought after arriving to San Francisco. British opera kept me connected to Europe. Sorcerer, die, is about a total misunderstanding. It's not a dialogue, we have two monologues here, two persons not listening. Listen to the beginning: Sorcerer, die! – Caliban, why? How pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell the music itself. How it goes up, how quickly it is reversed. How the motifs are different for Caliban and for Prospero. How they merge into something taunting. How it gets basilisk touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31839327&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31839327&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0XQATBpPIc/TipAl4iNAtI/AAAAAAAADKs/hlBSajsQQpY/s1600/ades+tempest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0XQATBpPIc/TipAl4iNAtI/AAAAAAAADKs/hlBSajsQQpY/s200/ades+tempest.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thomas Adès&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Tempest, "Sorcerer, die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ian Bostridge, Simon Keenlyside, The Orchestra of the Royal Opera House,&amp;nbsp;Thomas Adès&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7345588908814254818?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7345588908814254818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/205-smell-of-two-monologues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7345588908814254818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7345588908814254818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/205-smell-of-two-monologues.html' title='#205 The Smell of Two Monologues'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U0XQATBpPIc/TipAl4iNAtI/AAAAAAAADKs/hlBSajsQQpY/s72-c/ades+tempest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7480426607502208725</id><published>2011-07-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T07:00:01.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagerness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impromptu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chopin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buchbinder'/><title type='text'>#204 The Smell of Eagerness</title><content type='html'>The waves are rolling, the flow is rushing, and it's all very impatient and eager. I want this and this and all! The low tones at 0'54'' are crying: mine, mine, mine! The central part is very strong, calmly strong, unshakable. After that, sharpness dims. Eagerness, however, nervously stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buchbinder has a special way how to send tones to a listener. It's so natural and elegant at once. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31838213&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31838213&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ0DYszCo5k/Tiozu1AYYRI/AAAAAAAADKo/tUnO9gL2KuI/s1600/chopin+impro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ0DYszCo5k/Tiozu1AYYRI/AAAAAAAADKo/tUnO9gL2KuI/s200/chopin+impro.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frédéric Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Impromptu No 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rudolf Buchbinder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7480426607502208725?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7480426607502208725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/204-smell-of-eagerness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7480426607502208725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7480426607502208725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/204-smell-of-eagerness.html' title='#204 The Smell of Eagerness'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ0DYszCo5k/Tiozu1AYYRI/AAAAAAAADKo/tUnO9gL2KuI/s72-c/chopin+impro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4965843379442625774</id><published>2011-07-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:00:02.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massenet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alagna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armstrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aria'/><title type='text'>#203 The Smell of Despair</title><content type='html'>Des Grieux is totally despair. The images of his past are hunting him: It's hard to forget about Manon. His determination is switching to submission, just to win the battle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most at Alagna's singing, is how he's able to express his determination. The first fuyez! are not real, he's in two minds. But then, he returns to God. The decision has been made, nobody can convince him back: Fuyez! Loin de moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31811026&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31811026&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dYalrP48ckI/TijBmBzNwYI/AAAAAAAADKk/-mowKrxyqyM/s1600/massenet+manon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dYalrP48ckI/TijBmBzNwYI/AAAAAAAADKk/-mowKrxyqyM/s200/massenet+manon.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jules Massenet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Manon, "Je suis seul!... Ah, fuyez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Roberto Alagna, Orchestra of the Royal Opera House, Richard Armstrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4965843379442625774?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4965843379442625774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/203-smell-of-despair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4965843379442625774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4965843379442625774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/203-smell-of-despair.html' title='#203 The Smell of Despair'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dYalrP48ckI/TijBmBzNwYI/AAAAAAAADKk/-mowKrxyqyM/s72-c/massenet+manon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2173602862383898678</id><published>2011-07-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:00:04.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korngold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haveron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bělohlávek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#202 The Smell of Missing</title><content type='html'>Dignified grief. Something's missing, and it will never come back. What is it? Why so sad? You smell the words and actions that cannot be taken back. Regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haveron, of Brodsky Quartet, of BBC Symphony Orchestra, shines. His tone bends the walls, keeping a special beauty, urge, unrepeatability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31794752&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31794752&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsgYIGGi4lA/TiewCcczQOI/AAAAAAAADKc/_qquSiXKmV0/s1600/korngold+vc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsgYIGGi4lA/TiewCcczQOI/AAAAAAAADKc/_qquSiXKmV0/s200/korngold+vc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Erich Wolfgang Korngold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Violin Concerto, I. Moderato nobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Andrew Haveron, BBC Symphony Orchestra, Jiří Bělohlávek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2173602862383898678?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2173602862383898678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/202-smell-of-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2173602862383898678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2173602862383898678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/202-smell-of-missing.html' title='#202 The Smell of Missing'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsgYIGGi4lA/TiewCcczQOI/AAAAAAAADKc/_qquSiXKmV0/s72-c/korngold+vc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6768926430281798537</id><published>2011-07-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T07:00:03.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strauss II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='officer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>#201 The Smell of Officer</title><content type='html'>The very beginning, that's Austria. The calling of mountains, amazing peaceful landscapes. But it turns to Vienna soon, and the machinery keeps going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a typical performance–it's not shining, not playful, no curlicues. It's more stubborn, more military. Walter is direct, calmed, he does not showboat. It seems correct somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31775032&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31775032&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJoaT-FH0s/TiZQB4xxUUI/AAAAAAAADKI/-ryb--0pIVI/s1600/strauss+donau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJoaT-FH0s/TiZQB4xxUUI/AAAAAAAADKI/-ryb--0pIVI/s200/strauss+donau.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Johann Strauss II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;An der schönen, blauben Donau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bruno Walter, Columbia Symphony Orchestra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6768926430281798537?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6768926430281798537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/201-smell-of-officer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6768926430281798537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6768926430281798537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/201-smell-of-officer.html' title='#201 The Smell of Officer'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJoaT-FH0s/TiZQB4xxUUI/AAAAAAAADKI/-ryb--0pIVI/s72-c/strauss+donau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-9214147603796524910</id><published>2011-07-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:00:05.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obraztsova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricciarelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verdi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><title type='text'>#200 The Smell of Hiding</title><content type='html'>Everybody is hiding something here: Amneris, Aida, Radames, and even orchestra. It's a play in play, full of affectation, graduated. Will it hold together? The storm at the end brings perishable relief, not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singers here do not want to push too much, it's the orchestra sound that starts to incite. They just want to keep pace with it. Nothing really happens, yet the tragedy just arrived. Not wanted, just unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31753976&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31753976&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taJ2zLGHYtA/TiTun7QH4FI/AAAAAAAADJ4/RYD3xnGH6b4/s1600/verdi+aida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taJ2zLGHYtA/TiTun7QH4FI/AAAAAAAADJ4/RYD3xnGH6b4/s200/verdi+aida.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Giuseppe Verdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aida, "Vieni, o diletta, appressati"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Elena Obraztsova, Katia Ricciarelli, Plácido Domingo, Coro e Orchestra del Teatro alla Scala, Claudio Abbado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-9214147603796524910?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/9214147603796524910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/200-smell-of-hiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9214147603796524910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9214147603796524910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/200-smell-of-hiding.html' title='#200 The Smell of Hiding'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taJ2zLGHYtA/TiTun7QH4FI/AAAAAAAADJ4/RYD3xnGH6b4/s72-c/verdi+aida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-568292391256771383</id><published>2011-07-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:00:12.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Čechová'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smetana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flush'/><title type='text'>#199 The Smell of Flush</title><content type='html'>Smell the hesitation and passion in the first tone–how it does not know where to go, whether to continue. It's a young love at its best: to love and to be loved in return with all the flushes and intoxications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Čechová had to be in love when she played it. You get the sense of a week body being dragged back and forth by unknown forces. It's so dedicated, so painful, so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31721966&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31721966&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAUWp7lLumo/TiMkIqyTlbI/AAAAAAAADJw/Z39FHCAZuWM/s1600/smetana+polka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAUWp7lLumo/TiMkIqyTlbI/AAAAAAAADJw/Z39FHCAZuWM/s200/smetana+polka.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bedřich Smetana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Louisen Polka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jitka Čechová&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-568292391256771383?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/568292391256771383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/199-smell-of-flush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/568292391256771383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/568292391256771383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/07/199-smell-of-flush.html' title='#199 The Smell of Flush'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAUWp7lLumo/TiMkIqyTlbI/AAAAAAAADJw/Z39FHCAZuWM/s72-c/smetana+polka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3140562293978697704</id><published>2011-06-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:59:02.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphonic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bělohlávek'/><title type='text'>#162 The Smell of Aging</title><content type='html'>Moving continuously, never stopping, never resting but not growing, not building anything: mining, going under surface and beyond. It dissects us, our surroundings, leaving us sad, empty, awaiting. The effect is hollow, the experience is the aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bělohlávek delivers rich, spontaneous performance. Strings soften the shades, wood instruments are so crushing, rapacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="gsSong3415869017" name="gsSong3415869017"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=34158690&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=34158690&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;II. Poco allegro inquieto e poco rubato by &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/artist/B+lohl+vek+BBCSO/2265604" title="Bělohlávek, BBCSO"&gt;Bělohlávek, BBCSO&lt;/a&gt; on Grooveshark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cPXnjmMdok/TwFSQgwRDyI/AAAAAAAADnw/7RG4mT900VU/s1600/suk+ripening.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cPXnjmMdok/TwFSQgwRDyI/AAAAAAAADnw/7RG4mT900VU/s200/suk+ripening.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Josef Suk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Ripening, II. Poco allegro inquieto e poco rubato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Jiří Bělohlávek, BBC Symphony Orchestra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3140562293978697704?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3140562293978697704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/162-smell-of-aging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3140562293978697704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3140562293978697704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/162-smell-of-aging.html' title='#162 The Smell of Aging'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cPXnjmMdok/TwFSQgwRDyI/AAAAAAAADnw/7RG4mT900VU/s72-c/suk+ripening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7519330638178031119</id><published>2011-06-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:36:54.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gershwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='provocation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kunzel'/><title type='text'>#161 The Smell of Provocation</title><content type='html'>Sunny, excited, sexy piece of music. It's a call for play, for acting out. Smile and dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunzel's reading is an unsurprising classics. Playful and intensive even in the middle calm passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32491278&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32491278&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vm6agyg5vso/TlMiQqjtNcI/AAAAAAAADWo/PRdfKbNLKnI/s1600/gershwin+cuban.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vm6agyg5vso/TlMiQqjtNcI/AAAAAAAADWo/PRdfKbNLKnI/s200/gershwin+cuban.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; George Gershwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Cuban Overture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Cincinnati Pop Orchestra, Erich Kunzel &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7519330638178031119?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7519330638178031119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/161-smell-of-provocation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7519330638178031119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7519330638178031119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/161-smell-of-provocation.html' title='#161 The Smell of Provocation'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vm6agyg5vso/TlMiQqjtNcI/AAAAAAAADWo/PRdfKbNLKnI/s72-c/gershwin+cuban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7066464204388429831</id><published>2011-06-09T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:04:52.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tone poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stubbornness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haitink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strauss R'/><title type='text'>#160 The Smell of Stubbornness</title><content type='html'>The introduction to A Hero's Life is heavy and stubborn. It's a statement: unforgiving, accountable, exclamatory. It's not heroic; it's standing on its own terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haitink is broad and generous. In CSO, we're getting a not-all-orchestras-are-equal sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32475315&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32475315&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qArlMkv355Y/TlHCPq-95WI/AAAAAAAADWk/Cqzmv0F1k08/s1600/strauss+hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qArlMkv355Y/TlHCPq-95WI/AAAAAAAADWk/Cqzmv0F1k08/s200/strauss+hero.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Richard Strauss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Ein Heldenleben, I. Der Held&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Chicago Symphony Orchestra, Bernard Haitink &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7066464204388429831?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7066464204388429831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/160-smell-of-stubbornness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7066464204388429831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7066464204388429831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/160-smell-of-stubbornness.html' title='#160 The Smell of Stubbornness'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qArlMkv355Y/TlHCPq-95WI/AAAAAAAADWk/Cqzmv0F1k08/s72-c/strauss+hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4587271485812303196</id><published>2011-06-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:25:55.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klezmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dudamel'/><title type='text'>#159 The Smell of Klezmer</title><content type='html'>One may need to hear Uri Caine first to recognize how Jewish this symphony is. It's marvelous how this is pushed a little bit, that is being pulled against it timing... And then, at 5'23'', all the small nets are torn apart with one grand shift. The real trauermarsch starts at 7'46'', when nothing is left and nothing–despite all the attempts–can be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudamel is very soft and flexible in this recording. Listen to&amp;nbsp;the wheel at 1'09'' and again at 3'01'', how it starts turning. Fresh, subtle account, and very sad.&amp;nbsp;The sorrow of the last minute is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32324250&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=32324250&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybBpDNAdWBA/TkiT4LAbj-I/AAAAAAAADUM/KEmndoBRGzk/s1600/mahler+s5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybBpDNAdWBA/TkiT4LAbj-I/AAAAAAAADUM/KEmndoBRGzk/s200/mahler+s5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Gustav Mahler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 5, I. Trauermarsch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Simón Bolívar Youth Orchestra of Venezuela, Gustavo Dudamel &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4587271485812303196?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4587271485812303196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/159-smell-of-klezmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4587271485812303196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4587271485812303196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/159-smell-of-klezmer.html' title='#159 The Smell of Klezmer'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybBpDNAdWBA/TkiT4LAbj-I/AAAAAAAADUM/KEmndoBRGzk/s72-c/mahler+s5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8696910820193727380</id><published>2011-06-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:13:55.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monteverdi Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melting'/><title type='text'>#158 The Smell of Melting</title><content type='html'>Light and grace of Spain! I can't do it often but today is the day. The layers of voices are interlaced and superimposed, and melted together, and layered again, till alleluia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEG and his Monteverdi Choir is so special, unbeatable. Very touching, sublime. They're not just singing, it's somehow more inner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31795082&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31795082&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPE2T-ZD1uI/Tie1HzNp4YI/AAAAAAAADKg/uHElvulO9ZU/s1600/victoria+o+lux.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPE2T-ZD1uI/Tie1HzNp4YI/AAAAAAAADKg/uHElvulO9ZU/s200/victoria+o+lux.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Tomás Luis de Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; O lux et decus Hispaniae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Monteverdi Choir, John Eliot Gardiner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8696910820193727380?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8696910820193727380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/158-smell-of-melting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8696910820193727380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8696910820193727380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/158-smell-of-melting.html' title='#158 The Smell of Melting'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NPE2T-ZD1uI/Tie1HzNp4YI/AAAAAAAADKg/uHElvulO9ZU/s72-c/victoria+o+lux.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3419886204074781825</id><published>2011-06-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:42:36.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gershwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><title type='text'>#157 The Smell of Traffic</title><content type='html'>Unmistakeable klaxon sound, traffic, bustle... welcome to Paris! And then such a luminous cooling down and my favorite part at 7'27'': walking on the sly, and the melody that takes you onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernstein is having a good time here. Switching moods, balancing classical and jazz, fun and sentiment, excitement and homesickness, he pretty much sets the standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31793663&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31793663&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWuZ3Va_5II/Tiedw29scnI/AAAAAAAADKY/Hj6p86bFJ3c/s1600/gershwin+american.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWuZ3Va_5II/Tiedw29scnI/AAAAAAAADKY/Hj6p86bFJ3c/s200/gershwin+american.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;George Gershwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;An American in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;New York Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3419886204074781825?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3419886204074781825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/157-smell-of-traffic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3419886204074781825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3419886204074781825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/157-smell-of-traffic.html' title='#157 The Smell of Traffic'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWuZ3Va_5II/Tiedw29scnI/AAAAAAAADKY/Hj6p86bFJ3c/s72-c/gershwin+american.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8581230237650042326</id><published>2011-06-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:01:32.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schelomianski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bělohlávek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dvořák'/><title type='text'>#156 The Smell of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>This wedding march is so gentle, so fragile. It is full of hope and expectation but the feelings are mixed–death is near. Sun is rising but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bělohlávek works magically with dynamics, and wonderfully balances the sound of orchestra and chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31776412&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31776412&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wppomap_55w/TiZgkUwQUpI/AAAAAAAADKU/FpT7QmFKcCg/s1600/dvorak+rusalka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wppomap_55w/TiZgkUwQUpI/AAAAAAAADKU/FpT7QmFKcCg/s200/dvorak+rusalka.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Antonín Dvořák&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rusalka, "Květiny bílé po cestě"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mischa Schelomianski, Glyndebourne Chorus, London Philharmonic Orchestra, Jiří Bělohlávek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8581230237650042326?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8581230237650042326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/156-smell-of-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8581230237650042326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8581230237650042326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/156-smell-of-sunshine.html' title='#156 The Smell of Sunshine'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wppomap_55w/TiZgkUwQUpI/AAAAAAAADKU/FpT7QmFKcCg/s72-c/dvorak+rusalka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4680946323081445165</id><published>2011-06-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:37:49.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bárta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novák'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capriccio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hrůša'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cello'/><title type='text'>#155 The Smell of Sewer</title><content type='html'>Go weak at the knees. Be a puppet, let the music swing you. Enjoy the moment where cello pretends it's a jazzy bass. Subject to the rhythms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dance that does not require any progression. And it smells wet and dirty. Gutter on your shoes squelches when you're dancing on a street, under the only street light that's still on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31775850&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31775850&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiYOAjgT8AI/TiZa6wTeCQI/AAAAAAAADKM/NEBP63Q2rCA/s1600/novak+cc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiYOAjgT8AI/TiZa6wTeCQI/AAAAAAAADKM/NEBP63Q2rCA/s200/novak+cc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jan Novák&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Capriccio for cello and small orchestra, III. Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jiří Bárta, Prague Philharmonia, Jakub Hrůša&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4680946323081445165?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4680946323081445165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/155-smell-of-sewer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4680946323081445165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4680946323081445165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/155-smell-of-sewer.html' title='#155 The Smell of Sewer'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiYOAjgT8AI/TiZa6wTeCQI/AAAAAAAADKM/NEBP63Q2rCA/s72-c/novak+cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6535530553654613250</id><published>2011-06-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:50:45.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shostakovich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petrenko'/><title type='text'>#154 The Smell of Rage</title><content type='html'>It starts so decently, and it ends so perversely. Fully controlled, beautifully shaped, subtle jazzy. Then, the tired instruments are all game, funny and cheerful. The game, however, does not end well. The final march is full of rage, full of hate, full of fester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrenko builds the emotions finely, carefully, and clearly, keeping the move from the very beginning and never letting it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31776050&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31776050&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9ZsPP96SsY/TiZcnMuw4cI/AAAAAAAADKQ/htUjKov9XM4/s1600/shostakovich+s10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9ZsPP96SsY/TiZcnMuw4cI/AAAAAAAADKQ/htUjKov9XM4/s200/shostakovich+s10.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dmitri Shostakovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Symphony No 10, IV. Andante – Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra, Vasily Petrenko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6535530553654613250?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6535530553654613250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/154-smell-of-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6535530553654613250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6535530553654613250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/154-smell-of-rage.html' title='#154 The Smell of Rage'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9ZsPP96SsY/TiZcnMuw4cI/AAAAAAAADKQ/htUjKov9XM4/s72-c/shostakovich+s10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8204642711942116547</id><published>2011-06-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:19:54.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argerich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhapsody'/><title type='text'>#153 The Smell of Stairway</title><content type='html'>This composition runs on and up, it's a stairway, sometimes massive, sometimes steep but still grand. You have to run the stairs–there are spots where you can breathe out but in these moments, hunting memories are coming to your head: go, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argerich on her debut recital album is marvelous. She unstoppable, raved. But don't think about it as about a romantic aberrance–this is well structured, totally controlled performance. Very Brahms, very Argerich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31757593&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31757593&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7TNR1aHjTs/TiUS9y72NyI/AAAAAAAADKE/mJ9rJqBJ1-8/s1600/brahms+rh1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7TNR1aHjTs/TiUS9y72NyI/AAAAAAAADKE/mJ9rJqBJ1-8/s200/brahms+rh1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Johannes Brahms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rhapsody No 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Martha Argerich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8204642711942116547?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8204642711942116547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/153-smell-of-stairway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8204642711942116547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8204642711942116547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/153-smell-of-stairway.html' title='#153 The Smell of Stairway'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7TNR1aHjTs/TiUS9y72NyI/AAAAAAAADKE/mJ9rJqBJ1-8/s72-c/brahms+rh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3817323219917385134</id><published>2011-06-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:08:14.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ajemian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikolais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ants'/><title type='text'>#152 The Smell of Ants</title><content type='html'>It smells of noise, systematic, strategic noise. Ants in rows, exploring new paths. Communication signals. Shapes and contours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How mechanical is it? How creative? How self-organized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31754465&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31754465&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwihHa45KAo/TiT0X-zUTHI/AAAAAAAADKA/6qdn0fo_0Ek/s1600/nikolais+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwihHa45KAo/TiT0X-zUTHI/AAAAAAAADKA/6qdn0fo_0Ek/s200/nikolais+dance.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alwin Nikolais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Electronic Dance Music: Frail Demons: Dance 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maro Ajemian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3817323219917385134?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3817323219917385134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/152-smell-of-ants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3817323219917385134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3817323219917385134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/152-smell-of-ants.html' title='#152 The Smell of Ants'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwihHa45KAo/TiT0X-zUTHI/AAAAAAAADKA/6qdn0fo_0Ek/s72-c/nikolais+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3681321450276278923</id><published>2011-05-31T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:07:53.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salonen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter waves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pärt'/><title type='text'>#151 The Smell of Bitter Waves</title><content type='html'>Big shapes, big areas. Grand harmonies. It's really chorus-like orchestral sound. The waves are coming from and disappearing to nowhere. It is calm and it is bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp string echoes, and the smell is returning again and again, pulsing bitterness. Forget about Beethoven: At 10'37'', this is the fate knocking on the door, this is the tempest. After that, sky is clear. All conflicts are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31754209&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31754209&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ybBUgpNkYI/TiTwdBkSh4I/AAAAAAAADJ8/VNc3FMxD62Y/s1600/part+s4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ybBUgpNkYI/TiTwdBkSh4I/AAAAAAAADJ8/VNc3FMxD62Y/s200/part+s4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arvo Pärt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Symphony No 4, II. Affannoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Los Angeles Philharmonic, Esa-Pekka Salonen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3681321450276278923?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3681321450276278923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/151-smell-of-bitter-waves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3681321450276278923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3681321450276278923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/06/151-smell-of-bitter-waves.html' title='#151 The Smell of Bitter Waves'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ybBUgpNkYI/TiTwdBkSh4I/AAAAAAAADJ8/VNc3FMxD62Y/s72-c/part+s4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2601861809876724529</id><published>2011-05-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:32:54.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zimmermann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stravinsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gelmetti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#150 The Smell of Fraction</title><content type='html'>How dancing and playful it is. But the movement is also every fractional, the numbers are splattering from it. Orchestra is suppressed, almost like muted, the sound is very unified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zimmermann's playing is full of joy and energy. Sometimes it seems like the music is calling for help, exhaused, violin unnerved. But it's all numbers, small fractions in a landscape of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31722197&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=31722197&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JsNT8MUOr0/TiMnNgx4uqI/AAAAAAAADJ0/J7CEikpjbnQ/s1600/stravinsky+vc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JsNT8MUOr0/TiMnNgx4uqI/AAAAAAAADJ0/J7CEikpjbnQ/s200/stravinsky+vc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Igor Stravinsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Violin Concerto, IV. Capriccio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frank Peter Zimmermann, Radio-Sinfonieorchester Stuttgart, Gianluigi Gelmetti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2601861809876724529?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2601861809876724529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/150-smell-of-fraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2601861809876724529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2601861809876724529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/150-smell-of-fraction.html' title='#150 The Smell of Fraction'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JsNT8MUOr0/TiMnNgx4uqI/AAAAAAAADJ0/J7CEikpjbnQ/s72-c/stravinsky+vc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6297044150527027784</id><published>2011-05-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:42:36.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabritiis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Price'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puccini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aria'/><title type='text'>#149 The Smell of Quiver</title><content type='html'>Very humble touch with a great upheaval–this is big and very moving. Humility and submission mixed with high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous, well-known aria but always fresh with young Price. Listen to her and you just want a better destiny for Madama Butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Giacomo Puccini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Madama Butterfly, "Un bel di vedremo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leontyne Price, Rome Opera Orchestra, Oliviero de Fabritiis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6297044150527027784?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6297044150527027784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/149-smell-of-quiver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6297044150527027784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6297044150527027784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/149-smell-of-quiver.html' title='#149 The Smell of Quiver'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8680362569358183289</id><published>2011-05-28T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:33:12.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tortelier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobleness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cello'/><title type='text'>#148 The Smell of Nobleness</title><content type='html'>A classy composition and a classy recording. Very noble and aristocratic. It somehow shifts from romanticism to decadence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand Tortelier's Bach but his approach to Schumann totally suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Robert Schumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cello Concerto, III. Sehr lebhaft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paul Tortelier, BBC Symphony Orchestra, Antal Dorati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8680362569358183289?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8680362569358183289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/148-smell-of-nobleness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8680362569358183289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8680362569358183289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/148-smell-of-nobleness.html' title='#148 The Smell of Nobleness'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-9141853394860892944</id><published>2011-05-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:33:25.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caprice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ančerl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bartók'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gentler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#147 The Smell of Caprice</title><content type='html'>First, there's innocence. Then, duality and attack. Exhaustion of love. Humpiness of anger. Attempts of reaching out. Mockery, humiliation. So many caprices in one movement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recording has a firm  and solid leading from both the conductor and the soloist. Across all the moods, there's constant inner shining in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Béla Bartók&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Violin Concerto No 2, II. Andante tranquillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;André Gertler, Czech Philharmonic Orchestra, Karel Ančerl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-9141853394860892944?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/9141853394860892944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/147-smell-of-caprice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9141853394860892944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/9141853394860892944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/147-smell-of-caprice.html' title='#147 The Smell of Caprice'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8353941477489359093</id><published>2011-05-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T11:33:39.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HarrisRo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alsop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>#146 The Smell of Prison</title><content type='html'>Every music bar is like a steel bar. One after another, a killing number of bars; depressing, lethal air. A tunnel without the light. Omnivorous greyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsop is civil, she does not exaggerate. A lively account with a fine sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30669173&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30669173&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0fiAvfjqmU/Td3lJoCUTII/AAAAAAAADHU/GYwYMiVHi34/s1600/harris+s6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0fiAvfjqmU/Td3lJoCUTII/AAAAAAAADHU/GYwYMiVHi34/s200/harris+s6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Roy Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 6, II. Conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8353941477489359093?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8353941477489359093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/146-smell-of-prison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8353941477489359093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8353941477489359093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/146-smell-of-prison.html' title='#146 The Smell of Prison'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0fiAvfjqmU/Td3lJoCUTII/AAAAAAAADHU/GYwYMiVHi34/s72-c/harris+s6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-438520928361881359</id><published>2011-05-25T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:59:54.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maisenberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schubert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kremer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#145 The Smell of Honey</title><content type='html'>This piece is somehow sweet and dangerous. Its viscosity, its smoothness with little crystals, is so charming. The final&amp;nbsp;disappearance&amp;nbsp;is like the last drop of honey that almost drops and then backs off to the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kremer and Maisenberg deliver a focused, sharp performance with wonderful dynamic levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30668318&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30668318&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9y9uzUPxfE/Td3cdCcPmqI/AAAAAAAADHQ/1jjdp3ylozs/s1600/schubert+kremer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9y9uzUPxfE/Td3cdCcPmqI/AAAAAAAADHQ/1jjdp3ylozs/s200/schubert+kremer.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Franz Schubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Rondo Brillant D895, I. Andante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Gidon Kremer, Oleg Maisenberg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-438520928361881359?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/438520928361881359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/145-smell-of-honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/438520928361881359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/438520928361881359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/145-smell-of-honey.html' title='#145 The Smell of Honey'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9y9uzUPxfE/Td3cdCcPmqI/AAAAAAAADHQ/1jjdp3ylozs/s72-c/schubert+kremer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-1105377510357538141</id><published>2011-05-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:34:17.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zikmundová'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattermuschová'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procházková'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gregor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dobrá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janáček'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><title type='text'>#144 The Smell of Comedy</title><content type='html'>Now that's a cunning vixen! That's a way how to get married! And all the animals are concurring: Wanna get married? No problem, here you are, let's celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is so funny and so joyful. It's capturing a happy part of vixen's life, ending the second act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30645116&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30645116&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vG_8smjkuCQ/Tdxb_gZJeNI/AAAAAAAADHM/_Qw0-ivqs2E/s1600/janacek+vixen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vG_8smjkuCQ/Tdxb_gZJeNI/AAAAAAAADHM/_Qw0-ivqs2E/s200/janacek+vixen.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Leoš Janáček&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; The Cunning Little Vixen, "Kdybyste věděli, co já viděla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Helena Tattermuschová, Eva Zikmundová, Jaroslava Procházková, Jaroslava Dobrá, Prague National Chorus and Orchestra, Bohumil Gregor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-1105377510357538141?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/1105377510357538141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/144-smell-of-comedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1105377510357538141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1105377510357538141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/144-smell-of-comedy.html' title='#144 The Smell of Comedy'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vG_8smjkuCQ/Tdxb_gZJeNI/AAAAAAAADHM/_Qw0-ivqs2E/s72-c/janacek+vixen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4473566491361539561</id><published>2011-05-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:00:12.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gould'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beethoven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>#143 The Smell of Damping</title><content type='html'>Not the moon on the cloudy sky but a damping haze is here. Low-key melancholy of tones, still the same, a mood caught in a split of second and expanded to four minutes. No tears, just catatonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a typical Moonlight sonata, and maybe it's a recording you would not like. Gould goes for faster tempo and left hand emphasis. He deliberately keeps the magic down–no place for romantism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30603715&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30603715&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTJfuwrkKiM/Tdn7Nk_vUeI/AAAAAAAADG0/vAuzCX7tYW4/s1600/beethoven+ps14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTJfuwrkKiM/Tdn7Nk_vUeI/AAAAAAAADG0/vAuzCX7tYW4/s200/beethoven+ps14.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Piano Sonata No 14, I. Adagio sostenuto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Glenn Gloud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4473566491361539561?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4473566491361539561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/143-smell-of-damping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4473566491361539561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4473566491361539561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/143-smell-of-damping.html' title='#143 The Smell of Damping'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTJfuwrkKiM/Tdn7Nk_vUeI/AAAAAAAADG0/vAuzCX7tYW4/s72-c/beethoven+ps14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-5591682857629578987</id><published>2011-05-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:48:55.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maazel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schubert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forest'/><title type='text'>#142 The Smell of Forest</title><content type='html'>This picture is so vivid: green forest, and an animal running so quickly we have difficulties to trace it. It's not a hunt, this is a run for pleasure, and everything is so lively and in harmony. We try to second, to run–we're clumsy but the music is urging us, and we achieve unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Maazel is a devil, constantly pushing and inspiring. This is a famous recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30603032&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30603032&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaBRk7fu09Y/TdnzqvpP8mI/AAAAAAAADGw/MPxLCd75Dco/s1600/schubert+s4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaBRk7fu09Y/TdnzqvpP8mI/AAAAAAAADGw/MPxLCd75Dco/s200/schubert+s4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Franz Schubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 4, IV. Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Berliner Philharmoniker, Lorin Maazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-5591682857629578987?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/5591682857629578987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/142-smell-of-forest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5591682857629578987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5591682857629578987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/142-smell-of-forest.html' title='#142 The Smell of Forest'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaBRk7fu09Y/TdnzqvpP8mI/AAAAAAAADGw/MPxLCd75Dco/s72-c/schubert+s4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-373891840786771896</id><published>2011-05-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:22:34.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Szell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigger than life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overture'/><title type='text'>#141 The Smell of Bigger Than Life</title><content type='html'>It's a mix of pride and emotion with several moments that get you very high (2'33'' or 4'22''). The beginning is so sweet, a preparation for a shot of pathos. And the finale, oh my, what an orchestration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szell and The Cleveland Orchestra were already introduced here, mostly in Schumann. Their Brahms is big, too. Lovely tempo, very consistent, solid sound. Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30601239&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30601239&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvnMgNe-0qQ/Tdncdc0-lOI/AAAAAAAADGs/GgcQrMNh2X0/s1600/brahms+academic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvnMgNe-0qQ/Tdncdc0-lOI/AAAAAAAADGs/GgcQrMNh2X0/s200/brahms+academic.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Johannes Brahms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Academic Festival Overture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Cleveland Orchestra, George Szell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-373891840786771896?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/373891840786771896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/141-smell-of-bigger-than-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/373891840786771896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/373891840786771896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/141-smell-of-bigger-than-life.html' title='#141 The Smell of Bigger Than Life'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvnMgNe-0qQ/Tdncdc0-lOI/AAAAAAAADGs/GgcQrMNh2X0/s72-c/brahms+academic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-547053759564803748</id><published>2011-05-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:25:37.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tchaikovsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petrenko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>#140 The Smell of Failure</title><content type='html'>This is a fight and the fight is lost. It's not a fair fight, and you are fighting not only the others but yourself as well. It's violent, bloody, and you will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestral sound is rich, with excellent solos. Petrenko focuses on details and exposes all the micro rhythms and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30600185&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30600185&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RObTPhcJ8G0/TdnQpenLVSI/AAAAAAAADGo/j6FyN2DHgf4/s1600/tchaikovsky+manfred.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RObTPhcJ8G0/TdnQpenLVSI/AAAAAAAADGo/j6FyN2DHgf4/s200/tchaikovsky+manfred.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Manfred Symphony, IV. Allegro con fuoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra, Vasily Petrenko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-547053759564803748?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/547053759564803748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/140-smell-of-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/547053759564803748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/547053759564803748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/140-smell-of-failure.html' title='#140 The Smell of Failure'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RObTPhcJ8G0/TdnQpenLVSI/AAAAAAAADGo/j6FyN2DHgf4/s72-c/tchaikovsky+manfred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-817225354907986984</id><published>2011-05-19T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:27:32.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karajan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread and butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahms'/><title type='text'>#139 The Smell of Bread and Butter</title><content type='html'>I can smell a slice of bread in front of me. The music is spreading soft butter on it, the knife goes forth and back in flowing moves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karajan goes for fast tempo and shine. The recording is energizing and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30594801&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30594801&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZZ0PvrnXx0/TdmXtDoirWI/AAAAAAAADGk/S6HM_DcWmsE/s1600/brahms+hd5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZZ0PvrnXx0/TdmXtDoirWI/AAAAAAAADGk/S6HM_DcWmsE/s200/brahms+hd5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Johannes Brahms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Hungarian Dance No 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Berliner Philharmoniker, Herbert von Karajan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-817225354907986984?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/817225354907986984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/139-smell-of-bread-and-butter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/817225354907986984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/817225354907986984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/139-smell-of-bread-and-butter.html' title='#139 The Smell of Bread and Butter'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZZ0PvrnXx0/TdmXtDoirWI/AAAAAAAADGk/S6HM_DcWmsE/s72-c/brahms+hd5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-688955748313626074</id><published>2011-05-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T16:23:32.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obligation'/><title type='text'>#138 The Smell of Obligation</title><content type='html'>Emotions do not count. You have to go on. Death, victory–you are obliged to listen to the drum. The wheel is turning no matter what. Feind, Feind, Feind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard Hampson singing Des Knaben Wunderhorn several years ago. He was great and he's still great. Believable, flexible, with intrinsic authority. Here with a chamber orchestra, he's even more convincing. And when the orchestra is rattling bones (4'55''), it forces you to stand up and follow the drum. Trallali, Mr Mahler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30565646&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30565646&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JL-c-Lvnu4/TdhIdc7_yGI/AAAAAAAADGg/oZQpecjdUNQ/s1600/mahler+knaben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JL-c-Lvnu4/TdhIdc7_yGI/AAAAAAAADGg/oZQpecjdUNQ/s200/mahler+knaben.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Gustav Mahler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Des Knaben Wunderhorn, Revelge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Thomas Hampson, Wiener Virtuosen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-688955748313626074?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/688955748313626074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/138-smell-of-obligation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/688955748313626074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/688955748313626074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/138-smell-of-obligation.html' title='#138 The Smell of Obligation'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JL-c-Lvnu4/TdhIdc7_yGI/AAAAAAAADGg/oZQpecjdUNQ/s72-c/mahler+knaben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-5034554154386644906</id><published>2011-05-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:52:32.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matsuev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tchaikovsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowflake'/><title type='text'>#137 The Smell of Snowflake</title><content type='html'>Coming from monotone heavy sky, just one and only, a snowflake. Dancing in wind, going up and down, waiting for a sun beam to shine on it–to be sparkling, to be beautiful. And then, second, third... the air is full of them and they're all the same and they're all uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsuev makes the lovely music sing. Soft, romantic touch... one can get intoxicated very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30564300&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30564300&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9r7Wbq4XdE/TdgzA9DUyoI/AAAAAAAADGc/g3n00VR3OCU/s1600/tchaikovsky+matsuev.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9r7Wbq4XdE/TdgzA9DUyoI/AAAAAAAADGc/g3n00VR3OCU/s200/tchaikovsky+matsuev.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; The Seasons, V. May - White Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Denis Matsuev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-5034554154386644906?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/5034554154386644906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/137-smell-of-snowflake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5034554154386644906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5034554154386644906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/137-smell-of-snowflake.html' title='#137 The Smell of Snowflake'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9r7Wbq4XdE/TdgzA9DUyoI/AAAAAAAADGc/g3n00VR3OCU/s72-c/tchaikovsky+matsuev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4270960291162293888</id><published>2011-05-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:58:56.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ehnes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='command'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paganini'/><title type='text'>#136 The Smell of Command</title><content type='html'>This is an order. The violin is in charge, dictating its conditions. It's strong, stiff, insisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehnes keeps the written rigidity and does not add one into the sound. He forms a round, sad, and very clear tone. Listen to it and you're down and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30563643&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30563643&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-DUIAHyI2o/TdgmYTBb9YI/AAAAAAAADGY/sM0TppIwg2U/s1600/paganini+cap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-DUIAHyI2o/TdgmYTBb9YI/AAAAAAAADGY/sM0TppIwg2U/s200/paganini+cap.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Niccolò Paganini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Caprice No 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; James Ehnes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4270960291162293888?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4270960291162293888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/136-smell-of-command.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4270960291162293888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4270960291162293888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/136-smell-of-command.html' title='#136 The Smell of Command'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-DUIAHyI2o/TdgmYTBb9YI/AAAAAAAADGY/sM0TppIwg2U/s72-c/paganini+cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8203851492469952779</id><published>2011-05-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:40:10.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chandelier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chopin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kovacevich'/><title type='text'>#135 The Smell of Chandelier</title><content type='html'>It's an old one. Big, crystal, dusty. Vanished elegance–still there, waiting. Maybe gaspy, willing to join the party that's over for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kovacevich's tone is elegant and sad. No parody here–respect and piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30503306&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30503306&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iz1TJ8lRmM/TdNYI7f6RWI/AAAAAAAADF8/ARWBH93IpvM/s1600/chopin+w1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iz1TJ8lRmM/TdNYI7f6RWI/AAAAAAAADF8/ARWBH93IpvM/s200/chopin+w1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Frédérick Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Waltz No 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Stephen Kovacevich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8203851492469952779?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8203851492469952779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/135-smell-of-chandelier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8203851492469952779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8203851492469952779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/135-smell-of-chandelier.html' title='#135 The Smell of Chandelier'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iz1TJ8lRmM/TdNYI7f6RWI/AAAAAAAADF8/ARWBH93IpvM/s72-c/chopin+w1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-452272112424016317</id><published>2011-05-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:29:48.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novák'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starting again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mácal'/><title type='text'>#134 The Smell of Starting Again</title><content type='html'>The music starts in a relaxed, serene way. A little structure is build, a little love is given (the movement is called Two in Love), and there's a foreign element: something's happening (1'25''). Maybe something wrong, outrageous. Could we start again please? We can (2'12''): and nothing wrong will happen this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mácal and CPO deliver very warm, rustic performance with a good drive. The sound is rich and solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30502688&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30502688&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DG1LIWXkUA/TdNJFnMmYyI/AAAAAAAADF4/tA7hjqCuABM/s1600/novak+ss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DG1LIWXkUA/TdNJFnMmYyI/AAAAAAAADF4/tA7hjqCuABM/s200/novak+ss.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Vítězslav Novák&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Slovak Suite, III. Two in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Czech Philharmonic Orchestra, Zdeněk Mácal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-452272112424016317?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/452272112424016317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/134-smell-of-starting-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/452272112424016317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/452272112424016317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/134-smell-of-starting-again.html' title='#134 The Smell of Starting Again'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DG1LIWXkUA/TdNJFnMmYyI/AAAAAAAADF4/tA7hjqCuABM/s72-c/novak+ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-1452697046338043378</id><published>2011-05-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:15:38.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretended innocence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boulez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Szymanowski'/><title type='text'>#133 The Smell of Pretended Innocence</title><content type='html'>It's like if it's acted: Foot pace, big moon, hot night. Sounds are coming from a lake nearby. Children playing soldiers. Go to bed, now! Do not interrupt this magical moment, do not ruin this innocent night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boulez has a great sense of feeling for this kind of music. In his reading, all makes sense. He respects the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30491677&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30491677&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3MmwiXI_Lo/TdIAonKu8ZI/AAAAAAAADF0/LoOX8Sd7hm0/s1600/szymanowski+s3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3MmwiXI_Lo/TdIAonKu8ZI/AAAAAAAADF0/LoOX8Sd7hm0/s200/szymanowski+s3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Karol Szymanowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 3, II. Allegretto tranquillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Volkhard Steude, Wiener Philharmoniker, Pierre Boulez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-1452697046338043378?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/1452697046338043378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/133-smell-of-pretended-innocence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1452697046338043378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1452697046338043378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/133-smell-of-pretended-innocence.html' title='#133 The Smell of Pretended Innocence'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3MmwiXI_Lo/TdIAonKu8ZI/AAAAAAAADF0/LoOX8Sd7hm0/s72-c/szymanowski+s3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6389343720439889267</id><published>2011-05-12T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:52:39.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wunderlich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schubert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giesen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectation'/><title type='text'>#132 The Smell of Expectation</title><content type='html'>Das Wandern! What a goal without a goal, what a call! It's a plain text but together with the melody we have a masterpiece here. Very joyful, dancing and yet with a subtle sad tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wunderlich is setting the picture so vividly I want to go walking right now. To get walking, fall in love and be romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30454555&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30454555&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nk_JnQ0zQI/Tc740x5we9I/AAAAAAAADFk/hrkhqSt_oJQ/s1600/schubert+mullerin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nk_JnQ0zQI/Tc740x5we9I/AAAAAAAADFk/hrkhqSt_oJQ/s200/schubert+mullerin.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Franz Schubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Die Schöne Müllerin, I. Das Wandern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fritz Wunderlich, Hubert Giesen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6389343720439889267?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6389343720439889267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/132-smell-of-expectation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6389343720439889267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6389343720439889267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/132-smell-of-expectation.html' title='#132 The Smell of Expectation'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nk_JnQ0zQI/Tc740x5we9I/AAAAAAAADFk/hrkhqSt_oJQ/s72-c/schubert+mullerin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4307204440528670921</id><published>2011-05-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:54:21.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonášová'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kabeláč'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not dark yet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neumann'/><title type='text'>#131 The Smell of Not Dark Yet</title><content type='html'>This symphony shines and fights against darkness. So open and strong, it's singing: Fear not! Not dark yet and it's not getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neumann finely balances the sound of this atypically orchestrated piece. Both the singing and the organ playing point to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30454506&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30454506&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q5awVVNahw/Tc72PdGCO0I/AAAAAAAADFg/sdSLMZ3nAHk/s1600/kabelac+s8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q5awVVNahw/Tc72PdGCO0I/AAAAAAAADFg/sdSLMZ3nAHk/s200/kabelac+s8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miloslav Kabeláč&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Symphony No 8, V. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jana Jonášová, Václav Rabas, Prague Percussion Instruments Ensemble, Prague Philharmonic Chorus, Václav Neumann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4307204440528670921?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4307204440528670921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/131-smell-of-not-dark-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4307204440528670921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4307204440528670921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/131-smell-of-not-dark-yet.html' title='#131 The Smell of Not Dark Yet'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q5awVVNahw/Tc72PdGCO0I/AAAAAAAADFg/sdSLMZ3nAHk/s72-c/kabelac+s8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7090225351694429091</id><published>2011-05-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:35:02.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kremer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argerich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#130 The Smell of Melancholy</title><content type='html'>What a magical beginning! Soft piano and microscopic violin sounds, trying to grow, to be bigger. But there's no joy in being bigger. In full blossom, the mood is pushing again and again the same melancholy button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argerich and Kremer are masters. You can hardly believe it's just music. There has to be more: true magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30454032&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30454032&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs4UBvI3VZc/Tc7sM5EUVeI/AAAAAAAADFc/iqUd8ITny3A/s1600/schumann+vs2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs4UBvI3VZc/Tc7sM5EUVeI/AAAAAAAADFc/iqUd8ITny3A/s200/schumann+vs2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Robert Schumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Violin Sonata No 2, III. Leise, einfach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Martha Argerich, Gidon Kremer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7090225351694429091?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7090225351694429091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/130-smell-of-melancholy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7090225351694429091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7090225351694429091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/130-smell-of-melancholy.html' title='#130 The Smell of Melancholy'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs4UBvI3VZc/Tc7sM5EUVeI/AAAAAAAADFc/iqUd8ITny3A/s72-c/schumann+vs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7398042873024209842</id><published>2011-05-09T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:51:09.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jochum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruckner'/><title type='text'>#129 The Smell of Family</title><content type='html'>Network of people. Graduated loves and hates, invisible bonds. Strong feelings everywhere. And Bruckner is floating around and putting these emotions to his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jochum brings old-school ordinality and concept to massive Bruckner. Suddenly, there's not only architecture but connections, common sense. Very vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30453968&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30453968&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cHN0FjNT2M/Tc7pRwcWNII/AAAAAAAADFY/EBahBr1HMXc/s1600/bruckner+s5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cHN0FjNT2M/Tc7pRwcWNII/AAAAAAAADFY/EBahBr1HMXc/s200/bruckner+s5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anton Bruckner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Symphony No 5, I. Introduction: Adagio–Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, Eugen Jochum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7398042873024209842?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7398042873024209842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/129-smell-of-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7398042873024209842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7398042873024209842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/129-smell-of-family.html' title='#129 The Smell of Family'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cHN0FjNT2M/Tc7pRwcWNII/AAAAAAAADFY/EBahBr1HMXc/s72-c/bruckner+s5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7603909995757311065</id><published>2011-05-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:46:15.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gieseking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diamond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debussy'/><title type='text'>#128 The Smell of Diamond</title><content type='html'>A very gentle melody, fragile and innocent. But the piano keys are hurting, the strokes are sharp. Many angles, different lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Gieseking is achieving here is marvelous. He is the music he's playing, he himself is a gentle diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30416467&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30416467&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le60fDNz-IA/TctNGhYnKeI/AAAAAAAADFU/N_vTw0LBbRE/s1600/debussy+preludes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le60fDNz-IA/TctNGhYnKeI/AAAAAAAADFU/N_vTw0LBbRE/s200/debussy+preludes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Claude Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Préludes, VIII. ...La fille aux cheveux de lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Walter Gieseking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7603909995757311065?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7603909995757311065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/128-smell-of-diamond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7603909995757311065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7603909995757311065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/128-smell-of-diamond.html' title='#128 The Smell of Diamond'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le60fDNz-IA/TctNGhYnKeI/AAAAAAAADFU/N_vTw0LBbRE/s72-c/debussy+preludes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8094469190408123278</id><published>2011-05-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:46:56.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bent steel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavel Haas Quartet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quartet'/><title type='text'>#127 The Smell of Bent Steel</title><content type='html'>The first sounds are detached yet not cold. It's steel that wants to be in the game. We follow the arches, and then there's a swing. Dancing with steel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no need to introduce Pavel Haas Quartet. Just go and get their CD. They are the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30414005&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30414005&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ePLsVbnBj0/TcsM2VlNuXI/AAAAAAAADFQ/jwDWTSSfLaU/s1600/haas+sq2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ePLsVbnBj0/TcsM2VlNuXI/AAAAAAAADFQ/jwDWTSSfLaU/s200/haas+sq2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pavel Haas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;String Quartet No 2, II. Coach, Coachman and Horse (Andante)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pavel Haas Quartet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8094469190408123278?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8094469190408123278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/127-smell-of-bent-steel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8094469190408123278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8094469190408123278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/127-smell-of-bent-steel.html' title='#127 The Smell of Bent Steel'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ePLsVbnBj0/TcsM2VlNuXI/AAAAAAAADFQ/jwDWTSSfLaU/s72-c/haas+sq2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8395459503655240268</id><published>2011-05-06T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:25:09.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endless return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>#126 The Smell of Endless Return</title><content type='html'>No matter what: there's always a return. She can be exalted, she can be mad–she's always back. It's a painful, hurting way back. There's anger and wrath and fury, and they all subject to enigmatic love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For von Otter, this is a one-off performance. Orchestra sound is suppressed, not important; everything is in the voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30357244&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30357244&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbyEKTVq0Oo/TcdSWlnl1cI/AAAAAAAADFM/PFSZ8MThN1s/s1600/weill+speak+low.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbyEKTVq0Oo/TcdSWlnl1cI/AAAAAAAADFM/PFSZ8MThN1s/s200/weill+speak+low.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Kurt Weill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Happy End, Surabaya-Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Anne Sofie von Otter, NDR-Sinfonieorchester, John Eliot Gardiner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8395459503655240268?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8395459503655240268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/126-smell-of-endless-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8395459503655240268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8395459503655240268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/126-smell-of-endless-return.html' title='#126 The Smell of Endless Return'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbyEKTVq0Oo/TcdSWlnl1cI/AAAAAAAADFM/PFSZ8MThN1s/s72-c/weill+speak+low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4713391087616319268</id><published>2011-05-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:07:19.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bartók'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dripping water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solti'/><title type='text'>#125 The Smell of Dripping Water</title><content type='html'>Drip, drip, drip... and the level goes up. Drip, drip, drip... nowhere to go, the music explodes. Drip, drip–and the next one is not coming, tension and expectation. And then: drip! Another explosion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung and Solti are ideal pair for Bartók. Expressive, emotional recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30356354&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30356354&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrL7fgaBqmQ/TcdKetVU7kI/AAAAAAAADFI/5rm4tAacJFo/s1600/bartok+vc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrL7fgaBqmQ/TcdKetVU7kI/AAAAAAAADFI/5rm4tAacJFo/s200/bartok+vc2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Béla Bartók&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Violin Concerto No 2, I. Allegro non troppo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Kyung Wha Chung, London Philharmonic Orchestra, Georg Solti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4713391087616319268?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4713391087616319268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/125-smell-of-dripping-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4713391087616319268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4713391087616319268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/125-smell-of-dripping-water.html' title='#125 The Smell of Dripping Water'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrL7fgaBqmQ/TcdKetVU7kI/AAAAAAAADFI/5rm4tAacJFo/s72-c/bartok+vc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6397071973000280467</id><published>2011-05-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:33:20.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hickox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridge'/><title type='text'>#124 The Smell of Flirting</title><content type='html'>This waltz is promising and tentative. There's a classy elegance and abstractness. It's really touching only at the end (at 6'20'') and then it runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hickox is a great reader of Bridge. No caricatures, yet a bit of extemporaneousness belonging to the beginning of the twentieth century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30337388&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30337388&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hsVz7resLWI/TcXx_4_PTzI/AAAAAAAADFE/xkl0NzV8qkc/s1600/bridge+valse.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hsVz7resLWI/TcXx_4_PTzI/AAAAAAAADFE/xkl0NzV8qkc/s200/bridge+valse.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Frank Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Valse intermezzo à cordes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; BBC National Orchestra of Wales, Richard Hickox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6397071973000280467?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6397071973000280467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/124-smell-of-flirting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6397071973000280467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6397071973000280467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/124-smell-of-flirting.html' title='#124 The Smell of Flirting'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hsVz7resLWI/TcXx_4_PTzI/AAAAAAAADFE/xkl0NzV8qkc/s72-c/bridge+valse.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-1246179495773195781</id><published>2011-05-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:00:28.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rostropovich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dvořák'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cello'/><title type='text'>#123 The Smell of Passion</title><content type='html'>If there's a smell of passion, it is found in this cello concerto. Love, death, home sickness, everything's here. Eruptive, bold melodies; soft and fragile moments (horns at 7'23''). All combined to a perpetual stream of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talich's recording of the concerto is the best one ever. Young Rostropovich has no limits. Absolutely legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30329738&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30329738&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7sbWPkTgTk/TcWHkMcNW9I/AAAAAAAADFA/1_hRGpLhC_4/s1600/dvorak+cc.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7sbWPkTgTk/TcWHkMcNW9I/AAAAAAAADFA/1_hRGpLhC_4/s200/dvorak+cc.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Antonín Dvořák&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Cello Concerto,  I. Allegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Mstislav Rostropovich, Czech Philharmonic Orchestra, Václav Talich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-1246179495773195781?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/1246179495773195781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/123-smell-of-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1246179495773195781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1246179495773195781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/123-smell-of-passion.html' title='#123 The Smell of Passion'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7sbWPkTgTk/TcWHkMcNW9I/AAAAAAAADFA/1_hRGpLhC_4/s72-c/dvorak+cc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2686601092382353615</id><published>2011-05-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T10:13:11.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ormandy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respighi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphonic poem'/><title type='text'>#122 The Smell of Ocean</title><content type='html'>This is monumental. Ocean is opening in front of you. Infinite waters, infinite skies. Majestic, with no story, no action: It just exists. Entireness and beauty and sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia Orchestra has a well balanced sound. Ormandy can control the climax, keeping the orchestra wonderfully in a bolero-like trajectory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30328843&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30328843&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mV8yDNNXQ5A/TcV8coHVr3I/AAAAAAAADE8/kznmuGjNexQ/s1600/respighi+pines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mV8yDNNXQ5A/TcV8coHVr3I/AAAAAAAADE8/kznmuGjNexQ/s200/respighi+pines.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Ottorino Respighi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; The Pines of Rome, IV. The Pines of The Appian Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Philadelphia Orchestra, Eugene Ormandy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2686601092382353615?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2686601092382353615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/122-smell-of-ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2686601092382353615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2686601092382353615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/122-smell-of-ocean.html' title='#122 The Smell of Ocean'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mV8yDNNXQ5A/TcV8coHVr3I/AAAAAAAADE8/kznmuGjNexQ/s72-c/respighi+pines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7612103228821617695</id><published>2011-05-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:03:57.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphonic poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dvořák'/><title type='text'>#121 The Smell of Gold</title><content type='html'>It's not only about the spinning wheel itself. Gold jets from the music all the time: golden fields, a nobleman in gold. Dvořák is building his musical narrative around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BPO has a solid sound and Rattle's reading is soft but not passionate. It's a horror without absorption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30280061&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30280061&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VT7YuaGdQoI/TcIskSCZSWI/AAAAAAAADE4/MJZtMZjG1_A/s1600/dvorak+spinning+wheel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VT7YuaGdQoI/TcIskSCZSWI/AAAAAAAADE4/MJZtMZjG1_A/s200/dvorak+spinning+wheel.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Antonín Dvořák&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Golden Spinning-Wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, Simon Rattle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7612103228821617695?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7612103228821617695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/121-smell-of-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7612103228821617695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7612103228821617695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/05/121-smell-of-gold.html' title='#121 The Smell of Gold'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VT7YuaGdQoI/TcIskSCZSWI/AAAAAAAADE4/MJZtMZjG1_A/s72-c/dvorak+spinning+wheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-574113218482212104</id><published>2011-04-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:04:45.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking with child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Previn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prokofiev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mullova'/><title type='text'>#120 The Smell of Walking with Child</title><content type='html'>Child goes first: happy, jumping, running forward, turning, acting like a soldier, like a fairy, like a lion tamer. You're walking with a hero, trying to understand where the energy and fantasy comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mullova plays boldly, accenting the dancing rhythm. The sound harmony between her and the orchestra is exemplary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30190516&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30190516&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRufXqZu2c/TbxXiYkZd2I/AAAAAAAADE0/uqMvRA90AJU/s1600/prokofiev+vc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRufXqZu2c/TbxXiYkZd2I/AAAAAAAADE0/uqMvRA90AJU/s200/prokofiev+vc2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sergei Prokofiev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Violin Concerto No 2, III. Allegro, ben marcato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Viktoria Mullova, Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, André Previn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-574113218482212104?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/574113218482212104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/120-smell-of-walking-with-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/574113218482212104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/574113218482212104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/120-smell-of-walking-with-child.html' title='#120 The Smell of Walking with Child'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBRufXqZu2c/TbxXiYkZd2I/AAAAAAAADE0/uqMvRA90AJU/s72-c/prokofiev+vc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-5493478331013993465</id><published>2011-04-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:06:45.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harnoncourt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mozart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D&apos;Arcangelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aria'/><title type='text'>#119 The Smell of Dominance</title><content type='html'>Figaro, pretending he's obliging and ready to please, shows his prevalence here. It's an accepted challenge: Oh, you would like to dance (read: sleep with my wife)? My pleasure! But be prepared, my dear, because I'm the cat and you're the mouse in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Arcangelo is a great Figaro (and Leporello). He's combining satire and menace into an amusing mix. All for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30184079&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30184079&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2uy-15yRoI/TbuXwKSH2RI/AAAAAAAADEw/0rfXVhRwYA8/s1600/mozart+figaro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2uy-15yRoI/TbuXwKSH2RI/AAAAAAAADEw/0rfXVhRwYA8/s200/mozart+figaro.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Marriage of Figaro, "Se vuol ballare, signor Contino"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ildebrando D'Arcangelo, Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, Nikolaus Harnoncourt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-5493478331013993465?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/5493478331013993465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/119-smell-of-dominance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5493478331013993465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/5493478331013993465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/119-smell-of-dominance.html' title='#119 The Smell of Dominance'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2uy-15yRoI/TbuXwKSH2RI/AAAAAAAADEw/0rfXVhRwYA8/s72-c/mozart+figaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2679742139382222918</id><published>2011-04-28T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:06:13.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schuller'/><title type='text'>#118 The Smell of Cats</title><content type='html'>Elegant, silent, soft. You want to dance into the music. There's no fight, it just wins from the first tone.&amp;nbsp;Lean, blue, seductive. Purring. Claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klee and music is a wonderful combination. And Dorati serves the jazzy music well; he and the Minneapolis orchestra also premiered the composition. If you're not familiar with Klee's works, now is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30168818&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30168818&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcu461eKspQ/Tboo2fQEjUI/AAAAAAAADEs/0kGiIpm7B68/s1600/schuller+dorati.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcu461eKspQ/Tboo2fQEjUI/AAAAAAAADEs/0kGiIpm7B68/s200/schuller+dorati.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gunther Schuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seven Studies on Themes of Paul Klee, III. Little Blue Devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra, Antal Dorati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2679742139382222918?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2679742139382222918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/118-smell-of-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2679742139382222918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2679742139382222918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/118-smell-of-cats.html' title='#118 The Smell of Cats'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcu461eKspQ/Tboo2fQEjUI/AAAAAAAADEs/0kGiIpm7B68/s72-c/schuller+dorati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4143053806732777047</id><published>2011-04-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:05:35.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figure skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beethoven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lewis'/><title type='text'>#117 The Smell of Figure Skating</title><content type='html'>One leg, the other. Slow, elegant movements. Turn around, skate backward. Jump! Another! And two more! This piece of music is so instructional, you can rewrite every bar to skating terminology: spin here, toe jump there, speed up, extend arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis is kind of strict, lathe-like. Merely dancing, more constructing. Maybe geometry is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30147440&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40"flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;songIDs=30147440&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yT0bZYhl01g/TbjLGhiDUTI/AAAAAAAADEo/0pLrmpXu9Rk/s1600/beethoven+lewis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yT0bZYhl01g/TbjLGhiDUTI/AAAAAAAADEo/0pLrmpXu9Rk/s200/beethoven+lewis.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Piano Sonata No 10, III. Scherzo: Allegro assai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Paul Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4143053806732777047?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4143053806732777047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/117-smell-of-figure-skating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4143053806732777047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4143053806732777047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/117-smell-of-figure-skating.html' title='#117 The Smell of Figure Skating'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yT0bZYhl01g/TbjLGhiDUTI/AAAAAAAADEo/0pLrmpXu9Rk/s72-c/beethoven+lewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2730714756841874836</id><published>2011-04-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:00:08.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firkušný'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martinů'/><title type='text'>#116 The Smell of Tempest</title><content type='html'>Tempest itself, that would be too simple. Here's the full game plan, board finely being built for the match. Even the peaceful intermezzo is well structured, some higher plans on mind. And then–the rage: everything works, all figures move at once. Attack, attack! The air is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinů wrote this piece for Firkušný, what better recommendation would you get? He is a master of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25072156&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25072156&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTLRqklUPwE/TbZOkxPWEoI/AAAAAAAADEg/pTm5QeOY0os/s1600/martinu+toccata.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTLRqklUPwE/TbZOkxPWEoI/AAAAAAAADEg/pTm5QeOY0os/s200/martinu+toccata.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Bohuslav Martinů&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Fantasy and Toccata, II. Toccata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Rudolf Firkušný&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2730714756841874836?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2730714756841874836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/116-smell-of-tempest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2730714756841874836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2730714756841874836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/116-smell-of-tempest.html' title='#116 The Smell of Tempest'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTLRqklUPwE/TbZOkxPWEoI/AAAAAAAADEg/pTm5QeOY0os/s72-c/martinu+toccata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7235336742664142585</id><published>2011-04-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T07:00:11.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helfgott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachmaninov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>#115 The Smell of Falling</title><content type='html'>It starts in very airy mood, like a dragonfly above a lake. But the main theme exposes our mistake: It's not a flight, it's a free fall. Yes, there's wind dragging us away but&amp;nbsp;inevitably&amp;nbsp;we're still falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helfgott is trying to hide here. I don't know what he's trying to say, it's too organic, too compact. There are some inclinations to happiness, to flying. Stop analyzing it–Helfgott is preluding, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25070593&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25070593&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spaInTFcck4/TbTvHrgM-mI/AAAAAAAADEc/yrbrMS20Vnc/s1600/helfgott+brilli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spaInTFcck4/TbTvHrgM-mI/AAAAAAAADEc/yrbrMS20Vnc/s200/helfgott+brilli.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sergei Rachmaninov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Prelude No 12, Op. 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;David Helfgott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7235336742664142585?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7235336742664142585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/115-smell-of-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7235336742664142585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7235336742664142585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/115-smell-of-falling.html' title='#115 The Smell of Falling'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spaInTFcck4/TbTvHrgM-mI/AAAAAAAADEc/yrbrMS20Vnc/s72-c/helfgott+brilli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-921632460550945954</id><published>2011-04-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:22:12.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cilea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlasting sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alagna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armstrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aria'/><title type='text'>#114 The Smell of Everlasting Sleep</title><content type='html'>There's no hope in the music, no hope in the words. Painful, victimizing love. In this aria, Federico invokes &amp;nbsp;peaceful sleep but he wants to be punished, he wants to suffer. The only imaginable sleep would be death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alagna has a strong voice, sometimes too strong for me, so I've tried to find something soft in his 1995 recital. His voice is sad and beautiful, his passion is self-consuming. You don't need to know the whole opera to guess he'll kill himself soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25070408&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25070408&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FZj1eL-w-4/TbTKJU6wcvI/AAAAAAAADEY/7DZ-phfjPyE/s1600/cilea+alagna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FZj1eL-w-4/TbTKJU6wcvI/AAAAAAAADEY/7DZ-phfjPyE/s200/cilea+alagna.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Francesco Cilea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; L'Arlesiana, "Ela solita storia del pastore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Roberto Alagna, The London Philharmonic, Richard Armstrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-921632460550945954?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/921632460550945954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/114-smell-of-everlasting-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/921632460550945954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/921632460550945954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/114-smell-of-everlasting-sleep.html' title='#114 The Smell of Everlasting Sleep'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FZj1eL-w-4/TbTKJU6wcvI/AAAAAAAADEY/7DZ-phfjPyE/s72-c/cilea+alagna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-8557795101505974425</id><published>2011-04-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:24:55.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hagley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ainsley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>#113 The Smell of England</title><content type='html'>Rejoice, O English hearts, rejoice! What's more English than Britten's Spring Symphony? Both layered and simple, gentle and noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Robbin joins Ainsley at 1'11'', the words are like the olympic flame. And then the growing and the explosion at 1'35''... for this grass should be ever green. And so, my friends, I cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25070361&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25070361&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJyF0qrda8/TbS5ncJ7FWI/AAAAAAAADEI/FvsQHAqKvsw/s1600/britten+spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJyF0qrda8/TbS5ncJ7FWI/AAAAAAAADEI/FvsQHAqKvsw/s200/britten+spring.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Benjamin Britten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Spring Symphony, Part IV Finale: "London, to thee I do present" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Alison Hagley, Catherine Robbin, John Mark Ainsley, The Boy and Girl Choristers of Salisbury Cathedral, The Monteverdi Choir, Philharmonia Orchestra, John Eliot Gardiner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-8557795101505974425?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/8557795101505974425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/113-smell-of-england.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8557795101505974425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/8557795101505974425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/113-smell-of-england.html' title='#113 The Smell of England'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZJyF0qrda8/TbS5ncJ7FWI/AAAAAAAADEI/FvsQHAqKvsw/s72-c/britten+spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-4203989247179590641</id><published>2011-04-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:15:33.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stasis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivaldi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#112 The Smell of Stasis</title><content type='html'>Take in your breath (as in the recording) and hold it. There are only four instruments in this movement. First and second violins are responsible for the indifferent wheel of noise. Principal violin plays protracted sad and craving tune that's muted by viola, hung in the space, not going anywhere, just repeating its two knocks in every bar. &amp;nbsp;These two notes are not evil, just completely detached and timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyer and Gli Incogniti go crude here. There are really only four instruments, no real orchestra. In many other recordings, viola part is&amp;nbsp;buried&amp;nbsp;under the mass of violins, resulting in nice and boring music. However, Vivaldi wanted viola to be played very strong and ripped (molto forte e strappato), like a crying dog.&amp;nbsp;Paralyzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25068578&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25068578&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDgxq0Bmecs/TbMgxhw0ATI/AAAAAAAADEE/VlPT8ULdGNM/s1600/vivaldi+spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDgxq0Bmecs/TbMgxhw0ATI/AAAAAAAADEE/VlPT8ULdGNM/s200/vivaldi+spring.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Antonio Vivaldi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Violin Concerto No 1, II. Largo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Amandine Beyer, Gli Incogniti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-4203989247179590641?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/4203989247179590641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/112-smell-of-stasis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4203989247179590641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/4203989247179590641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/112-smell-of-stasis.html' title='#112 The Smell of Stasis'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDgxq0Bmecs/TbMgxhw0ATI/AAAAAAAADEE/VlPT8ULdGNM/s72-c/vivaldi+spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-1784912485452533935</id><published>2011-04-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:15:39.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beethoven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kagaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin'/><title type='text'>#111 The Smell of Romantic Love</title><content type='html'>The two voices, piano and violin, are so bedazzled here, so in love. They are walking together, holding hands, complementing sentences. Opiate infatuation of the first weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound is soft and rounded. No thorns, even the rise at 5'14'' is so amorous. At the end, the music tells us: go, leave the lovers alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25064612&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25064612&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWLrHRiORAA/Ta_H3uJdQQI/AAAAAAAADEA/ONZWzyic_pY/s1600/beethoven+spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWLrHRiORAA/Ta_H3uJdQQI/AAAAAAAADEA/ONZWzyic_pY/s200/beethoven+spring.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Ludwig van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Violin Sonata No 5, II. Adagio molto espressivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Oleg Kagaan, Sviatoslav Richter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-1784912485452533935?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/1784912485452533935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/111-smell-of-romantic-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1784912485452533935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/1784912485452533935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/111-smell-of-romantic-love.html' title='#111 The Smell of Romantic Love'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWLrHRiORAA/Ta_H3uJdQQI/AAAAAAAADEA/ONZWzyic_pY/s72-c/beethoven+spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-6305046477234690041</id><published>2011-04-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:15:44.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frazin'/><title type='text'>#110 The Smell of Cutting</title><content type='html'>I smell meat and a sharp knife. With every note, there comes a cut: a short one,&amp;nbsp;a robust one,&amp;nbsp;a shallow one, &amp;nbsp;a bold one. In higher tones, it's more piercing. The whole cycle is only seven minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell Vermont-like melancholy. Is the end of winter really spring? Or is there something in-between, something like void and knife? Frazin's music does not give answers (actually there is an inkling of peace at 0'34''). All attempts (like the one at 1'08'') end in hollowness again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25063162&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25063162&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3h949lGt07g/Ta5txaqf6KI/AAAAAAAADDw/isICoqJT4-c/s1600/frazin+winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3h949lGt07g/Ta5txaqf6KI/AAAAAAAADDw/isICoqJT4-c/s200/frazin+winter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Howard Frazin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Music For The End Of Winter, 5. Music For The End Of Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Kate Boyd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-6305046477234690041?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/6305046477234690041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/110-smell-of-cutting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6305046477234690041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/6305046477234690041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/110-smell-of-cutting.html' title='#110 The Smell of Cutting'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3h949lGt07g/Ta5txaqf6KI/AAAAAAAADDw/isICoqJT4-c/s72-c/frazin+winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3193868274554460628</id><published>2011-04-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:15:52.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stravinsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Markevich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><title type='text'>#109 The Smell of Evil</title><content type='html'>There's no intention to be nice: it's supposed to be pagan, brusque. But this recording goes further. It's not devastating in the sound volume but it's so cold, mean, and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philharmonia Orchestra is bloodthirsty but the veins are empty. Pure rage is yet controlled by Markevich. Spring? Chilliness peeps through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25063087&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25063087&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXQzyb_OeIY/Ta5Yq7HoaAI/AAAAAAAADDs/XHQdE8BBX-g/s1600/stravinsky+rite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXQzyb_OeIY/Ta5Yq7HoaAI/AAAAAAAADDs/XHQdE8BBX-g/s200/stravinsky+rite.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Igor Stravinsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; The Rite of Spring, I. Adoration of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Philharmonia Orchestra, Igor Markevich (1959)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3193868274554460628?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3193868274554460628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/109-smell-of-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3193868274554460628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3193868274554460628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/109-smell-of-evil.html' title='#109 The Smell of Evil'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXQzyb_OeIY/Ta5Yq7HoaAI/AAAAAAAADDs/XHQdE8BBX-g/s72-c/stravinsky+rite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-779612389435537010</id><published>2011-04-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:15:59.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pouring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copland'/><title type='text'>#108 The Smell of Pouring</title><content type='html'>It's easy to talk about folksy settings and square dances. What else do you want to smell here? I smell reunion in progress–small streams in a forrest, coming together, forming something bigger, of a higher call. They unite and continue in their way down, gurgling: smiling, sunny, festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to say Bernstein when you say Copland. A wonderful account, hearty and hilarious. Spring's in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25061451&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25061451&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1G88x2G9x4I/Taz6oTGfn2I/AAAAAAAADDk/MDmK9hoQxT8/s1600/copland+appalachian+spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1G88x2G9x4I/Taz6oTGfn2I/AAAAAAAADDk/MDmK9hoQxT8/s200/copland+appalachian+spring.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Aaron Copland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Appalachian Spring Suite, 4. Fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; New York Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-779612389435537010?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/779612389435537010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/108-smell-of-pouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/779612389435537010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/779612389435537010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/108-smell-of-pouring.html' title='#108 The Smell of Pouring'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1G88x2G9x4I/Taz6oTGfn2I/AAAAAAAADDk/MDmK9hoQxT8/s72-c/copland+appalachian+spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7016717569817398988</id><published>2011-04-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:15:23.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symphony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oppression'/><title type='text'>#107 The Smell of Oppression</title><content type='html'>There's a great strength pushing from the very first moment. These confirmatory chords at 0'11'', the prance at 0'20'', the shift at 0'26'', the punches starting from 0'34''. The hidden stress afterwards, leading to Allegro molto vivace at 2'10''. Here's dreadful oppression, tension of forces. Listen how it comes back at 7'25''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardiner is an apostle of such strains. His reading of the symphony allows it to grow within you, for you to reach, to understand your limits. Spring walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25059772&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25059772&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fuil-Ih6VD0/Tat4PtR_yJI/AAAAAAAADDg/K9kTYZ6fWBM/s1600/schumann+s1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fuil-Ih6VD0/Tat4PtR_yJI/AAAAAAAADDg/K9kTYZ6fWBM/s200/schumann+s1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Robert Schumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Symphony No 1, I. Andante un poco maestoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Orchestre Révolutionnaire et Romantique, John Eliot Gardiner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7016717569817398988?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7016717569817398988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/107-smell-of-oppression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7016717569817398988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7016717569817398988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/107-smell-of-oppression.html' title='#107 The Smell of Oppression'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fuil-Ih6VD0/Tat4PtR_yJI/AAAAAAAADDg/K9kTYZ6fWBM/s72-c/schumann+s1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7679930664415243519</id><published>2011-04-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:18:11.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tchaikovsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overture'/><title type='text'>#106 The Smell of Sunrise</title><content type='html'>This piece is charged with positive energy. Everything goes up, everything grows and shines. Truly a magical world. Moreover, it's wonderfully recorded, so you can really follow different musical flows and be astonished how they intertwist and merge together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recording is from 1972 but there's still a touch of young Bernstein: swift tempos, fire, spontaneity. Is it even possible that strings can smile like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25059414&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25059414&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItDbNNE8E_4/Tas8pADQlPI/AAAAAAAADDc/0YpVDrvcN-c/s1600/tchaikovsky+nutcracker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItDbNNE8E_4/Tas8pADQlPI/AAAAAAAADDc/0YpVDrvcN-c/s200/tchaikovsky+nutcracker.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Petr Ilyich Tchaikovsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Nutcracker Suite, 1. Miniature Overture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; New York Philharmonic, Leonard Bernstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7679930664415243519?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7679930664415243519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/106-smell-of-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7679930664415243519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7679930664415243519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/106-smell-of-sunrise.html' title='#106 The Smell of Sunrise'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItDbNNE8E_4/Tas8pADQlPI/AAAAAAAADDc/0YpVDrvcN-c/s72-c/tchaikovsky+nutcracker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-7092986412010892103</id><published>2011-04-15T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:56:02.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypnosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaljuste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pärt'/><title type='text'>#105 The Smell of Hypnosis</title><content type='html'>Time is moving. Bemused, dreamy, circular ticking. Haze is disappearing (1'58'') and the main message grows stronger and denser (5'20''). There's no finale: The way is not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally scored for organ, this is a version for 14 string players and percussion–not so phlegmatic but yet airy and very spinal. A fine work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25058258&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25058258&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjHDhp4YUiM/TaorW9F4bdI/AAAAAAAADDM/KUGChM0V6sU/s1600/part+mein+weg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjHDhp4YUiM/TaorW9F4bdI/AAAAAAAADDM/KUGChM0V6sU/s200/part+mein+weg.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Arvo Pärt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Mein Weg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Talinn Chamber Orchestra, Tonu Kaljuste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-7092986412010892103?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/7092986412010892103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/105-smell-of-hypnosis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7092986412010892103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/7092986412010892103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/105-smell-of-hypnosis.html' title='#105 The Smell of Hypnosis'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjHDhp4YUiM/TaorW9F4bdI/AAAAAAAADDM/KUGChM0V6sU/s72-c/part+mein+weg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-2200671228071859156</id><published>2011-04-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:05:41.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlioz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schubert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>#104 The Smell of Dead Child</title><content type='html'>From the very first moment, here comes an irreversible tragedy of splendid power. The total passing of father and son, non-acceptance turned to non-existence. Primary narrative, sonorous, deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Sofie von Otter is magnificent in four different roles. She augments the predestination: The winner is known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25057182&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25057182&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd1y10JjLGE/TakwKFyplYI/AAAAAAAADDI/eFU93xFBeow/s1600/schubert+erlkonig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd1y10JjLGE/TakwKFyplYI/AAAAAAAADDI/eFU93xFBeow/s200/schubert+erlkonig.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Franz Schubert, arr. Hector Berlioz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Erlkönig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anne Sofie von Otter, Chamber Orchestra of Europe, Claudio Abbado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-2200671228071859156?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/2200671228071859156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/104-smell-of-dead-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2200671228071859156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/2200671228071859156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/104-smell-of-dead-child.html' title='#104 The Smell of Dead Child'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd1y10JjLGE/TakwKFyplYI/AAAAAAAADDI/eFU93xFBeow/s72-c/schubert+erlkonig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3526619453236800320</id><published>2011-04-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:20:48.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kubelík'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mozart'/><title type='text'>#103 The Smell of Contemplation</title><content type='html'>Quiet, rest. This piece of music wants nothing more. It's a funeral music but it's not sad music. It's healing, reuniting. Touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 1974 recording is from The Otto Klemperer Memorial Concert in London. Kubelík keeps very slow tempo, so you can feel how the music is interlaced. The intervals in the beginning are dazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25055660&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25055660&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxIJQWOGAUI/Tae3icduLWI/AAAAAAAADDE/p5l2wx0CfK0/s1600/mozart+masonic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxIJQWOGAUI/Tae3icduLWI/AAAAAAAADDE/p5l2wx0CfK0/s200/mozart+masonic.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Masonic Funeral Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; New Philharmonia Orchestra, Rafael Kubelík&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3526619453236800320?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3526619453236800320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/103-smell-of-contemplation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3526619453236800320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3526619453236800320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/103-smell-of-contemplation.html' title='#103 The Smell of Contemplation'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxIJQWOGAUI/Tae3icduLWI/AAAAAAAADDE/p5l2wx0CfK0/s72-c/mozart+masonic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3654515057906921738</id><published>2011-04-12T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:40:47.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etude'/><title type='text'>#102 The Smell of Double Attack</title><content type='html'>It is not resting; attacking from two sides and on two levels: with a permanent high blatant voice and with a nervous detonative strong exclamations. They want something, they're bothersome, anxious, and–in a sense–calculated, mathematical. The end is so frustrating: an unfinished story, an accusation sublimed into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuja Wang is a true virtuoso here. She plays casually as it's not a big deal to be precise and fast. The composition is all along over and the smell is still staying in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25054385&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25054385&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pYruV4etBg/TaZ-VVIGL4I/AAAAAAAADDA/fUK68KH_pK8/s1600/ligeti+etude4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pYruV4etBg/TaZ-VVIGL4I/AAAAAAAADDA/fUK68KH_pK8/s200/ligeti+etude4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; György Ligeti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; Étude No 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Yuja Wang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3654515057906921738?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3654515057906921738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/102-smell-of-double-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3654515057906921738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3654515057906921738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/102-smell-of-double-attack.html' title='#102 The Smell of Double Attack'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pYruV4etBg/TaZ-VVIGL4I/AAAAAAAADDA/fUK68KH_pK8/s72-c/ligeti+etude4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218330519427559729.post-3250846632954662920</id><published>2011-04-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:41:07.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavel Haas Quartet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dvořák'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quartet'/><title type='text'>#101 The Smell of Cheating</title><content type='html'>It starts like a game: The music invites you and eludes. It's sweet and allure but it tugs away at the last moment. This is cheating, false pretending: I don't know you, go away! Here's the art of musical seduction–are you game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quartet was premiered in Boston and I got the CD from Boston. But it was tough to make it to the special Boston Week and Pavel Haas Quartet fell short. Maybe it's their first failure ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25054232&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=25054232&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCT9WOkymJ4/TaZakGZIY2I/AAAAAAAADC8/2cwYWOJwx5s/s1600/dvorak+sq13.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCT9WOkymJ4/TaZakGZIY2I/AAAAAAAADC8/2cwYWOJwx5s/s200/dvorak+sq13.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composer:&lt;/i&gt; Antonín Dvořák&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work:&lt;/i&gt; String Quartet No 13, I. Allegro moderato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recording:&lt;/i&gt; Pavel Haas Quartet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218330519427559729-3250846632954662920?l=smellofsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/feeds/3250846632954662920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/101-smell-of-cheating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3250846632954662920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218330519427559729/posts/default/3250846632954662920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smellofsound.blogspot.com/2011/04/101-smell-of-cheating.html' title='#101 The Smell of Cheating'/><author><name>Petr Olmer</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102481980531920527484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vZ7t4iZj2S8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADoo/rJznRVM8Xu0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCT9WOkymJ4/TaZakGZIY2I/AAAAAAAADC8/2cwYWOJwx5s/s72-c/dvorak+sq13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
