The Hammock Papers: Brüggen

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18 June 2024

Rameau, Naïs

Frans Brüggen and the Orchestra of the 18th Century perform a suite of orchestra music from the opera ...

14 March 2024

Happy Birthday, Telemann

Preisler after Schneider, Georg Philipp Telemann, 1750

Friedrich Wilhelm Zachariae said this of birthday-boy, Georg Philipp Telemann (1681)

Yet who is this ancient, who with flowering pen, full of holy fire, the wond’ring temple charms? Telemann, none but thou, celestial music’s sire.

Frans Brüggen plays the Fantasie No. 3 ...

23 September 2023

Hotteterre, Premiere Suitte

Heiko ter Schegget and Daniël Brüggen (yes, that Daniël Brüggen) perform ...

14 March 2023

Happy Birthday, Telemann

Lichtensteger, Portrait of Georg Philipp Telemann, 1731

Georg Philip Telemann was born on this day in 1681.

Franciscus Jozef Brüggen performs the Fantasia No. 3 (TWV 40:4) ...

31 December 2021

Telemann, Fantasia No. 3 in B Minor, TWV 40:4

Happy New Year.

Frans Brüggen performs ...

10 August 2020

Mozart, Serenade in B flat, K.361, "Gran Partita"

Frans Brüggen conducts the 18th Century Orchestra, performing the Menuetto (Allegretto) and the Trio I-II ...

14 March 2020

Happy Birthday, Telemann

Schneider, Telemann, 1750

Georg Philipp Telemann was born on this date in 1681.

Frans Brüggen performs the Fantasia No. 3 in B minor ...

11 August 2019

Rameau, Les Indes Galantes

Frans Brüggen conducts the Royal Conservatoire ...

24 February 2019

Handel, Sonata in A, Op.1, No. 4

Frans Brüggen performs with Gustav Leonhardt accompanying ...

14 March 2018

Happy birthday, Telemann.

Lichtensteger, Georg Philipp Telemann, 1745

George Philipp Telemann was born on this day in 1681.

Frans Brüggen performs the Fantasia No. 3 in B minor, TWV 40:4 ...

22 October 2017

Telemann, Fantasia No. 3 for Flute, TWV 4

Frans Brüggen performs ...

23 February 2017

Happy birthday, Handel.

Denner, Handel, 1727

George Frideric Handel was born on this day in 1685.

Sonata in A, Op.1, No. 4, performed by Frans Brüggen ...

13 November 2016

Telemann, Fantasy No. 3, TWV 40:4

Frans Brüggen performs ...

26 June 2016

Handel, Recorder Sonata in A minor, HWV 362

Frans Brüggen performs, with Gustav Lionhardt accompanying ...

20 February 2016

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days, my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts, for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.

Frans Brüggen performs ...

18 June 2015

Telemann, Fantasia No. 3 in D minor (TWV 40 : 4)

Frans Brüggen performs ...

02 April 2015

Handel, Sonata in A, Op.1, No. 4

Frans Brüggen performs on the recorder with Gustav Leonhardt accompanying on the clangy thing ...

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."