performance nevertheless

... some videos with disruptions - such is life.
I enjoy these videos very much.

Appassionata90  playing Chopin's first Impromptu on an historical instrument that is like one of thoses he played.
They keys are different - only about 15 g. are necessary to press and only 6 mm instead of 10.
This was the first time I played on an instrument like this - very importand and exciting for me.

With all those people messing around with the piano, and you played right through like nothing was happening around. :)
Very nice playing!

4001TD  

machinehay upload 18.03.2011 An American Civil War Song Carton House, 9. March 2011

amazing - the ambience, your piano playing and the guard? rushing in, but, thanks heaven, without further disturbing.
Thank you for posting this jewel.

LampaDarioRottofreno 

@LampaDarioRottofreno

I feel eyactly the same.
You see music may melt down hearts ...

villakoecher 

 

 C A R TO N H O U S E, M AYNOOT H , C O K I L D A R E , I R E LAND
 http://www.cartonhouse.com/upload/docs/spa-brochure-june11.pdf

The original song was written in 1837 composed by Frederick Crouch with lyrics by Marion Crawford.; "Mavourneen" is a term of endearment derived from the Irish meaning of "my beloved". It was a popular song during the American Civil war.


LYRICS

Kathleen, mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking,
Kathleen, mavourneen, what! Slumbering still? 

Oh, hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh, hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, mavourneen? 

Kathleen, mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light.
Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on thy numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night! 

Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part!
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, mavourneen?