Gould is an incredible individual with multiple talents, a rare type of eccentric genius, one of its kind really. I wonder if the earth will ever produce this type of character ever again.
They made movies of Jimi Hendrix, Jaco pastorious, Jim Morrison, Freddy Mercury and Mohammed Ali. Why in hell there's no movie of the life of Glenn Gould? Definitely, his life worth a good movie.
32 Short Films About Glenn Gould is probably better than any standard biopic we'd get, and more in keeping with Glenn's unique style (it is, after all, conceptually modeled after Bach's 32 Goldberg Variations)
LYRICS Do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon, On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day! ' Said the huntsman, playing on his old bagpipe, Boring to death the pheasant and the snipe - Boring the ptarmigan and grouse for fun - Boring them worse than a nine-bore gun. Till the flaxen leaves where the prunes are ripe, Heard the tartan wind a-droning in the pipe, And they heard Macpherson say: 'Where do the waves go? What hotels Hide their bustles and their gay ombrelles? And would there be room? - Would there be room? Would there be room for me? There is a hotel at Ostend Cold as the wind, without an end, Haunted by ghostly poor relations Of Bostonian conversations (Like bagpipes rotting through the walls.) And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawls With a noise like marine waterfalls. And 'Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm! ' Pierces through the Sabbatical calm. And that is the place for me! So do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon, On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day Or you'll never go to heaven, Gordon Macpherson, And speaking purely as a private person That is the place that is the place that is the place for me!
Scotch Rhapsody "Do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon“ text: Edith Sitwell Do not take a bath in Jordan Gordon, On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day! Said the huntsman, playing on his old bagpipe, Boring to death the pheasant and the snipe - Boring the ptarmigan and grouse for fun - Boring them worse than a nine-bore gun. Till the flaxen leaves where the prunes are ripe, Heard the tartan wind a-droning through the pipe, And they, heard Macpherson say: "Where do the waves go; What hotels Hide their bustles and their gay ombrelles? And would there be room for me? - Would there be room, Would there be room for me?" There is a hotel at Ostend Cold as the wind, without an end, Haunted by ghostly poor relations Of Bostonian conversations (Like bagpipes rotting through the walls.) And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawls With a noise like marine waterfalls. And "Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm" Pierces through the sabbatical calm. And that is the place for me! So do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon, On the holy Sabbath on the peaceful day- Or you'll never go to heaven, Gordon Macpherson, And speaking purely as a private person That is the place - that is the place - that is the place for me! Old Sir Faulk Old Sir Faulk, Tall as a stork, Before the honeyed fruits of dawn were ripe, would walk And stalk with a gun The reynard-colored sun Among the pheasant-feathered corn the unicorn has torn, forlorn the Smock-faced sheep Sit And Sleep, Periwigged as William and Mary, weep... 'Sally, Mary, Mattie, what's the matter, why cry?' The huntsman and the reynard-colored sun and I sigh 'Oh, the nursery-maid Meg With a leg like a peg Chased the feathered dreams like hens, and when they laid an egg In the sheepskin Meadows Where The serene King James would steer Horse and hounds, then he From the shade of a tree Picked it up as spoil to boil 'for nursery tea' said the mourners. In the Corn, towers strain Feathered tall as a crane, And whistling down the feathered rain, old Noah goes again-- An old dull mome With a head like a pome, Seeing the world as a bare egg Laid by the feathered air: Meg Would be three of these For the nursery teas Of Japhet, Shem and Ham; she gave it Underneath the trees, Where the boiling Water Hissed Like the goose-king's feathered daughter--kissed Pot and pan and copper kettle Put upon their proper mettle Lest the flood begin again through these!
Does anyone know why at 0:53 he calls him Sir Twitt Thornwaite? I always thought that Gould’s character Sir Nigel Twitt Thornwaite was the fellow at around 3:12? Can someone explain? I’m a bit confused!
Que pena no saber bien inglés pero si me alegro de haber visto a mi pianista genial y de extraña personalidad aquí en una faceta desconocida. hay personas imposibles de conocer lo que llenen en sus cabezas .
Rare video of Glenn Gould, famous baritone, singing without playing piano for accomopaniment.
Glenn rapping and embracing a Canadian soprano.
Gould is an incredible individual with multiple talents, a rare type of eccentric genius, one of its kind really. I wonder if the earth will ever produce this type of character ever again.
It it a complete tragedy that Gould, as advocate and visionary of technology, died before live and streaming existed. Oh what a Gould we missed!
Never fails to amuse and impress.
Glenn was briiant. I've noticed that many brilliant serious musicians have a humirous side to their personalities.
Как можно было убрать с плеча эту нежную лапку?.. Всем джентльменам джентльмен! 😍
Genius, totally!
Imagine watching Glenn Gould rapping and acting. Never knew this existed.....
Or imagine him with that costume and this accent. This video was funny.
Для меня такой Гульд - открытие!
3:12 “We must open our minds to new ideas.” 💚
3:18 that dude is glenn gould under alias sir nigel twitt thornwaite lol
They made movies of Jimi Hendrix, Jaco pastorious, Jim Morrison, Freddy Mercury and Mohammed Ali.
Why in hell there's no movie of the life of Glenn Gould?
Definitely, his life worth a good movie.
Well, check out "The Alchemist"(1974)! Hope that will help a bit.
32 Short Films About Glenn Gould is probably better than any standard biopic we'd get, and more in keeping with Glenn's unique style (it is, after all, conceptually modeled after Bach's 32 Goldberg Variations)
Eminem’s been real quiet since this dropped
LMFAO!
Glenn: HAHA! I could be a charming rapper as well!
🤣🤣🤣👍👍
Да, Эминем реально отдыхает, молокосос 🤣
Здравствуйте! Кто-то может сообщить, в каком году сделана запись этого перформанса
I'm confused. I had no idea this existed.
0:58 do not
what the own fuck
I've been waiting for the full version of this for years. Definitely made my week ;)
can you imagine glenn gould streaming live into your PC..
LYRICS
Do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon,
On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day! '
Said the huntsman, playing on his old bagpipe,
Boring to death the pheasant and the snipe -
Boring the ptarmigan and grouse for fun -
Boring them worse than a nine-bore gun.
Till the flaxen leaves where the prunes are ripe,
Heard the tartan wind a-droning in the pipe,
And they heard Macpherson say:
'Where do the waves go? What hotels
Hide their bustles and their gay ombrelles?
And would there be room? -
Would there be room?
Would there be room
for
me?
There is a hotel at Ostend
Cold as the wind, without an end,
Haunted by ghostly poor relations
Of Bostonian conversations
(Like bagpipes rotting through the walls.)
And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawls
With a noise like marine waterfalls.
And 'Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm! '
Pierces through the Sabbatical calm.
And that is the place for me!
So do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon,
On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day
Or you'll never go to heaven, Gordon Macpherson,
And speaking purely as a private person
That is the place
that is the place
that is the
place
for
me!
And another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.
О, спасибо за текст песенки! 🤩 Это великолепно!
One on hand i like this channel for posting gould stuff but on the other i hate this channel for deleting past gould performances on youtube.
I share the same sentiments. I also resent the fact that they upload everything in several parts.
One on hand?
Subtitles would be helpful for non-native english speakers.
Scotch Rhapsody "Do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon“
text: Edith Sitwell
Do not take a bath in Jordan
Gordon,
On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day!
Said the huntsman,
playing on his old bagpipe,
Boring to death the pheasant
and the snipe -
Boring the ptarmigan
and grouse for fun -
Boring them worse
than a nine-bore gun.
Till the flaxen leaves where the
prunes are ripe,
Heard the tartan wind a-droning
through the pipe,
And they, heard Macpherson say:
"Where do the waves go; What hotels
Hide their bustles
and their gay ombrelles?
And would there be room for me? -
Would there be room,
Would there be room for me?"
There is a hotel at Ostend
Cold as the wind, without an end,
Haunted by ghostly poor relations
Of Bostonian conversations
(Like bagpipes rotting
through the walls.)
And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawls
With a noise like marine waterfalls.
And "Another little drink
wouldn't do us any harm"
Pierces through the sabbatical calm.
And that is the place for me!
So do not take a bath in Jordan,
Gordon,
On the holy Sabbath on the
peaceful day-
Or you'll never go to heaven,
Gordon Macpherson,
And speaking purely as a private person
That is the place - that is the place -
that is the place for me!
Old Sir Faulk
Old Sir Faulk, Tall as a stork, Before the honeyed fruits
of dawn were ripe, would walk And stalk with a gun The reynard-colored
sun Among the pheasant-feathered corn the unicorn has torn, forlorn the
Smock-faced sheep Sit And Sleep, Periwigged as William and Mary, weep...
'Sally, Mary, Mattie, what's the matter, why cry?' The huntsman and the
reynard-colored sun and I sigh 'Oh, the nursery-maid Meg With a leg
like a peg Chased the feathered dreams like hens, and when they laid an
egg In the sheepskin Meadows Where The serene King James would steer
Horse and hounds, then he From the shade of a tree Picked it up as spoil
to boil 'for nursery tea' said the mourners. In the Corn, towers strain
Feathered tall as a crane, And whistling down the feathered rain, old
Noah goes again-- An old dull mome With a head like a pome, Seeing the
world as a bare egg Laid by the feathered air: Meg Would be three of
these For the nursery teas Of Japhet, Shem and Ham; she gave it
Underneath the trees, Where the boiling Water Hissed Like the
goose-king's feathered daughter--kissed Pot and pan and copper kettle
Put upon their proper mettle Lest the flood begin again through these!
Happy birthday, Glenn! 🎹🎶😁
Huahuaha! It's so strange to see Glenn like that, but it's amazing too.
yeah cant agree with you more
Glenn Gould could be the canadian Oscar Levant? 🤔🤣
He is really genius.
It's great to see Gould in a light-hearted mood!
1:45 so ridiculous)))
he needs a role in hollywood
Great to see so many esteemed colleagues.
Gould and company! Love it!
this is really gould himself!? unbelievable, insane! i watched this video on bilibili and a lot of people is arguing whether this is really gould!
That surely is Gould!! You'd recognize his voice 😂😂
@@jeanparke9373 who else would it be?
Гениальный человек гениален во всем! Это шедевр! 🤩 Чудесное кино! 👏👏
grazie
Patricia Rideout is the real star here.
He’s the real entertainer.
hahaha)))
HAHAHAHAHahahaHAHhAHahHAHAHAHAHA
Does anyone know why at 0:53 he calls him Sir Twitt Thornwaite? I always thought that Gould’s character Sir Nigel Twitt Thornwaite was the fellow at around 3:12? Can someone explain? I’m a bit confused!
Que pena no saber bien inglés pero si me alegro de haber visto a mi pianista genial y de extraña personalidad aquí en una faceta desconocida. hay personas imposibles de conocer lo que llenen en sus cabezas .
He is so talented and charismatic, love it!!! 1:45 I want a hug from Glenn!!!!💔❤😢
I don't think you would , he's been dead for many years now.
Who doesn’t