wunderschoen. max schreier, der vater von peter schreier, war mein klavierlehrer. welch eine ehre fuer mich. liebe gruesse aus san diego , californien!
There is something archetypal about the figure of the Hurdy-Gurdy Man. I recognize him as an image first encountered in my childhood. His origin is Eastern Europe. Why do I think he might be Jewish? The Fiddler on The Roof. The Rag Picker. The Outcast The Stranger among us who has looked upon things we all shy away from and so, we shy away from him all the while knowing he has something wise and terrible to teach us. Someone recently said to me that more than being loved, we need to feel that we belong. I thought about that and it feels right ! Family, Religion, Nation, City Class Sexual orientation Local Sports Team College Fraternity Political party These are things we belong to. We support them. We exalt them. We defend them. We oppose those who attack them. We feel elated when another member of our tribe succeeds. What does it feel like when we belong to no group? Who among us does not belong to any group? The beggar. The homeless The elderly living alone. The black man in a white world. The mis-shapen The grotesque. This is the Hurdy Gurdy man.....the Leiermann The one we fear most because he lives our greatest nightmare. But when we are dying we feel the ultimate alone-ness. We are alive but no longer belong to the world of the living. Perhaps Schubert, who was dying when he wrote this, was making common cause with the Leiermann. Outcasts... together. " May I come along? Will you play my song ?"
In my study of Winterreise, I see much the same thing ... indeed both of these are dying men, with the crow following one, the wild dogs growling at the other ... it is winter, and it will take just one more cold night if they cannot get to a safety the world no longer affords them. But it is also to be noted, while we do not know the Hurdy Gurdy Man's path there, we do know the main character's path ... he CHOSE that end, in song No. 8. He also is still probably strong enough to get to the next town, but again, chooses his end in song 24. We have to be careful sometimes ... there are outcasts who are made so by our society, and then there are outcasts who will not accept that they cannot have their own way and thus choose to go outside. The Hurdy Gurdy Man and the Winter Traveler are not the same...
Ganz ganz große Kunst der Zurücknahme
Peter Schreier wird von dem großen sowjetischen Pianisten Swatoslav Richter begleitet.
Vielen Dank
Im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes atemberaubend. Eine solche Intensität bei diesem wunderschönen Lied ist nur ganz selten zu vernehmen.
Der beste und schönste lyrische Tenor aller Zeiten, der unvergessliche Peter Schreier...
wunderschoen. max schreier, der vater von peter schreier, war mein klavierlehrer. welch eine ehre fuer mich. liebe gruesse aus san diego , californien!
Je trouve que c'est la plus belle interprétation du plus beau lied Merci! Danke
Just discovered Peter Schreier and also found out that he died a few days ago. Rest in peace.
Schreier era magnifico!
Beautiful 🎶👏
One of the most horryfing songs all ever.
This song is even more horrifying if you listen to the whole cycle "winterreise" and this song is something like "grand finale"
Surely it is tragic rather than horrifying.
True.
💘
Schon
Oh, gibt es da auch den Rest? Danke.
There is something archetypal about the figure of the Hurdy-Gurdy Man.
I recognize him as an image first encountered in my childhood.
His origin is Eastern Europe.
Why do I think he might be Jewish?
The Fiddler on The Roof.
The Rag Picker.
The Outcast
The Stranger among us who has looked upon things we all shy away from and so, we shy away from him all the while knowing he has something wise and terrible to teach us.
Someone recently said to me that more than being loved, we need to feel that we belong.
I thought about that and it feels right !
Family,
Religion,
Nation,
City
Class
Sexual orientation
Local Sports Team
College
Fraternity
Political party
These are things we belong to.
We support them.
We exalt them.
We defend them.
We oppose those who attack them.
We feel elated when another member of our tribe succeeds.
What does it feel like when we belong to no group?
Who among us does not belong to any group?
The beggar.
The homeless
The elderly living alone.
The black man in a white world.
The mis-shapen
The grotesque.
This is the Hurdy Gurdy man.....the Leiermann The one we fear most because he lives our greatest nightmare.
But when we are dying we feel the ultimate alone-ness.
We are alive but no longer belong to the world of the living.
Perhaps Schubert, who was dying when he wrote this, was making common cause with the Leiermann. Outcasts... together.
" May I come along? Will you play my song ?"
Chills, my man
@@nguyenquangminh4814 - I wonder what that means....
In my study of Winterreise, I see much the same thing ... indeed both of these are dying men, with the crow following one, the wild dogs growling at the other ... it is winter, and it will take just one more cold night if they cannot get to a safety the world no longer affords them.
But it is also to be noted, while we do not know the Hurdy Gurdy Man's path there, we do know the main character's path ... he CHOSE that end, in song No. 8. He also is still probably strong enough to get to the next town, but again, chooses his end in song 24. We have to be careful sometimes ... there are outcasts who are made so by our society, and then there are outcasts who will not accept that they cannot have their own way and thus choose to go outside. The Hurdy Gurdy Man and the Winter Traveler are not the same...
Georges de La Tour : le vielleur