Alfor's Rarities

[Dani_area_51]

Very nice collection, Alfor! Thank you!

[alfor]

Notensammeln mit Lis(z)t
(Hommage to Ferruccio and all other sheet music collectors)

Das Haus ist voll - wo Hindemith? In jeder Ecke Dreyschock Noten. Die Katze leckt - „Milhaud“ - die Pfoten und wetzt die Krallen an Ravel.

Die Frau ist Bose, sagt sie Franck und Frey! Es droht ein Ehe-Grieg. „My Home is my Casella“, dachte sie. „Du hast gut Lachenmann! - Komma und räum' auf! Ich bin der Koch, muß Euren Unger stillen und wünsch 'nen Kurtág! Das Haus ist bald ein Mengelberg und braucht den Mahler!“

„Gemach! So groß sind nicht die Noetel! Bin schon auf Trapp. Ich mach' jetzt Nägeli mit Köpfen. Raff zusammen, was Dich stört und trag' es aus dem Zimmermann. Im Keller stapel ich mit Liszt den großen Schönberg, da ist das Haus gleich Cikker!"

Nun ist man wieder Fröhlich - jeder betritt Gernsheim!

[tobyjj]

Hmm,

Sorry,
It's late - I will have to return tomorrow (or later) to try and digest this one.
I'm guessing the bolded text is a clue - is this a clerihew - must backtrack to see the context.



tobyjj

[tobyjj]

Oh! Charades

In Deutscher Sprache - CHARADES - spielen sie das auch in Deutschland sans linguistic frontieres -
Gosh what a misch masch!

This is one for Tim Tim, sans doubte.

Thanks Alfor.

tobyjj

[alfor]

Just bought this from amazon.cn:

(Amazingly fast delivery from Beijing = Peking to Luebeck, Germany: 1 1/2 days!!!)

The first and only fingered URTEXT edition of the Prokofiev Sonatas (ed. Boris Berman)

Amazingly cheap: I payed a total of 40.00 Euros for the two volumes!!!

Proko 1.JPG

Proko 2.JPG

[Timtin]

Oh! Charades

In Deutscher Sprache - CHARADES - spielen sie das auch in Deutschland sans linguistic frontieres -
Gosh what a misch masch!

This is one for Tim Tim, sans doubte.

Thanks Alfor.

tobyjj

Hi Tobyjj,

I am indeed always up for a spot of composer 'punditry', although the thread containing
musical wordplay has gone rather quiet of late, which is partly my own fault, of course.
Here is something I spotted on another forum yesterday:-

You can Telemann by where he likes to live. I just Toch a trip Orff into one of the Wilder areas Faure Wieck, and to be Verdi Franck, it nearly drove Menotti.
I know opinion Varese, but even Vivaldi urban noises, the Bizet traffic, De Falla engines, as well as knowing there are Mennin the streets Callas enough to knock your Bloch off. I couldn't resist the urge to Galuppi home early Satie, and I Haieff to say I Still prefer the Mitropoulos. The Boyce were Sor that I had Gibbons up and succumbed to the Riegger of the Field so easily, but I don't give a Schuetz.
I was practically Krein from my Severacs and Pains brought on by that brief time in the countryside! Even the sounds got my Dandrieu up; let me Liszt some of them: the Rorem of the wind, a constant Birtwhistle, the Menuhin of the Katz, the Lipatti-Patti-Glinka-Poulenc of the Reiner on the roof, the Gluck-Gluck of the hens, and every morning a woodpecker or some Byrd Chopin holes in a Tree. My only company was a Thorne Busch, a Partch of poison Ives, a Braun Babbit, and sometimes a Wolf, nothing Moore. For a Forrest Grainger it may be Fine - it may be the Katz Milhaud -- but I could have died of Borodin. A friend suggested my making this Tureck; "Abegg" his pardon, but I will never go Bach to those Gotterdaemmerung Hillis. They Suk!
No, I don't care for the Ruggles life. I like a good Mehul - - a little Suppe, some Szigeti, maybe some Salome at my local Taverner with a little lime Schubert after (even if they don't always clear the Crumbs off the table). And I like to Locatelli while I'm Eaton Maderna at night. Is that asking for Egk in Meyerbeer?
Nono! So many people Berio themselves under a Holst of problems they know they can't Handel. Their answer is too Offenbach to nature - - into Haydn, it seems to me. I Karajan a d'Indy life in the Berg for the most Paert. Maybe it isn't Perle Bliss for everybody, but it's Godunov for me.

[fhimpsl]

Brilliant!!!

[4candles]

Oh! Charades

In Deutscher Sprache - CHARADES - spielen sie das auch in Deutschland sans linguistic frontieres -
Gosh what a misch masch!

This is one for Tim Tim, sans doubte.

Thanks Alfor.

tobyjj

Hi Tobyjj,

I am indeed always up for a spot of composer 'punditry', although the thread containing
musical wordplay has gone rather quiet of late, which is partly my own fault, of course.
Here is something I spotted on another forum yesterday:-

You can Telemann by where he likes to live. I just Toch a trip Orff into one of the Wilder areas Faure Wieck, and to be Verdi Franck, it nearly drove Menotti.
I know opinion Varese, but even Vivaldi urban noises, the Bizet traffic, De Falla engines, as well as knowing there are Mennin the streets Callas enough to knock your Bloch off. I couldn't resist the urge to Galuppi home early Satie, and I Haieff to say I Still prefer the Mitropoulos. The Boyce were Sor that I had Gibbons up and succumbed to the Riegger of the Field so easily, but I don't give a Schuetz.
I was practically Krein from my Severacs and Pains brought on by that brief time in the countryside! Even the sounds got my Dandrieu up; let me Liszt some of them: the Rorem of the wind, a constant Birtwhistle, the Menuhin of the Katz, the Lipatti-Patti-Glinka-Poulenc of the Reiner on the roof, the Gluck-Gluck of the hens, and every morning a woodpecker or some Byrd Chopin holes in a Tree. My only company was a Thorne Busch, a Partch of poison Ives, a Braun Babbit, and sometimes a Wolf, nothing Moore. For a Forrest Grainger it may be Fine - it may be the Katz Milhaud -- but I could have died of Borodin. A friend suggested my making this Tureck; "Abegg" his pardon, but I will never go Bach to those Gotterdaemmerung Hillis. They Suk!
No, I don't care for the Ruggles life. I like a good Mehul - - a little Suppe, some Szigeti, maybe some Salome at my local Taverner with a little lime Schubert after (even if they don't always clear the Crumbs off the table). And I like to Locatelli while I'm Eaton Maderna at night. Is that asking for Egk in Meyerbeer?
Nono! So many people Berio themselves under a Holst of problems they know they can't Handel. Their answer is too Offenbach to nature - - into Haydn, it seems to me. I Karajan a d'Indy life in the Berg for the most Paert. Maybe it isn't Perle Bliss for everybody, but it's Godunov for me.

Mine's paltry in comparison, but here is one I submitted to an Irish national newspaper a few years ago in response to a running chain of letters called 'Beethoven's Chopin Liszt', which talked up people's favourite composers and (I think) the state of live classical music in Ireland. I didn't make it too complicated, because of expectations of readership (justified or otherwise) and was restricted by space, but I was pleased with it.
Unfortunately they never printed it...

Sir, - I too had a Harty laugh when reading Tan Dun Ravel-ling all the
Ries-cent pieces in this veritable symphony of a topic, especially
when De Falla was being so Pergo-lesi with his "4'33" sorbet" (but he
Berlioz an apology and I Schütt really raise my Glass to him - you're
Litolff the hook Mr Treacy!).
Nyman new voice here - and I don't want to confess Tubin a Suk - but
Kodály be brass-h and suggest that, living as we do in Ireland, we
Alkan st-Reich all these previous composers Orff our Liszts and begin
Agnew? If so, I'd be glad to Tournemire to any further Bar-Torke
because, as I Verdi suggested, it's a great theme with some fantastic
players! Now I must compose myself and stop writing before my Hans
Rott! - Yours, etc

4c

[alfor]

Well done - at least 5candles!!

[Ferruccio]

Notensammeln mit Lis(z)t
(Hommage to Ferruccio and all other sheet music collectors)

Das Haus ist voll - wo Hindemith? In jeder Ecke Dreyschock Noten. Die Katze leckt - „Milhaud“ - die Pfoten und wetzt die Krallen an Ravel.

Die Frau ist Bose, sagt sie Franck und Frey! Es droht ein Ehe-Grieg. „My Home is my Casella“, dachte sie. „Du hast gut Lachenmann! - Komma und räum' auf! Ich bin der Koch, muß Euren Unger stillen und wünsch 'nen Kurtág! Das Haus ist bald ein Mengelberg und braucht den Mahler!“

„Gemach! So groß sind nicht die Noetel! Bin schon auf Trapp. Ich mach' jetzt Nägeli mit Köpfen. Raff zusammen, was Dich stört und trag' es aus dem Zimmermann. Im Keller stapel ich mit Liszt den großen Schönberg, da ist das Haus gleich Cikker!"

Nun ist man wieder Fröhlich - jeder betritt Gernsheim!

Hahaha, klasse, Alfor !!!