#BWV 1004

[assasinationbycarscoveredinhamrs]

So I was listening to Hilary Hahn's recording of Bach's Chaconne, partita No. 2 and the video is just the audio with the still image of Hilary

and then I saw this comment

I hate that I laughed

[samusique-concrete]

1052R

i read something today that forced me to reconstruct the history within it as my favorite instance of what the kids today categorize as “game recognizing game.” both game entities in my new favorite recognition instance happen to be johann sebastian bach, because bach is and was unparalleled. he’s the only one that could go head to head with his particular mind. this thought brings me comfort.

historians and musicologists today presume bach wrote a violin concerto so difficult to perform that it led to it not being preserved by [lack of] virtue of there simply not being many around able to keep playing it. late in his life, historians and musicologists today presume, he’d recover this concerto and repurpose it as a harpsichord-centered piece, thus making it more accessible. this ended up becoming the 1052. the reconstruction of the presumed original violin version is known today as 1052R. bach was so painfully aware of the magnitude of his snapping with the original 1052 that he refused to let it die. the previous sentence is my reconstruction of the history inside the hypothesis.

i like to think about him often. i think about him writing the minor, lesser pieces in his repertoire because i like thinking about how, in contrast, his bigger, grander pieces feel in terms of showmanship. i like to imagine him symbolically waving away the tails of a period-and-culture-inaccurate frac before sitting down at his clavier stool (a gesture that could only mean “Time To Break Out The Big Guns”) in order to write works like the 1004, the 582, the 997, the apostles’ passions, the mass, the offering, the variations - as opposed to writing something like the WTC prelude N°1 tucked in bed in his nightgown by candlelight. this is why i speak of showmanship; the c major prelude is one of the most perfect portraits of western music sensibilities - it just happens to be subtle about it. both the lesser pieces and the grander pieces required of him the same amount of skill, albeit with different subsets and configurations of it. these are, again, my reconstructions of a particular history.

history does something funny to us: we let it wrap itself around our perception of it in such a way that there ends up being room for only one conjecture to be conjured. reading about the conception of the offering is a great example of this: it is impossible to finish that story without thinking of bach as what the same kids that’d classify him as “game” would call a “baller.” we like to think of bach as a baller. when i finally went to see a live performance of the 582, the organist told the audience a bach-biographical baller story i’d never heard. we like to think of his pilgrimage to buxtehude’s door as a baller move. i like to think of his body of work as the biggest flex on his contemporaries. this only inflates the image of bach the showman. this is the biggest reconstruction of all.

bach loved god. bach feared god. this is as far away as we can get from a reconstruction of his persona: it being the closest we can get to a fact, it leaves us with more of a reproduction. whether devotion and showmanship can coexist is not what i wanna argue. i wanna argue that historians and musicologists throughout the years have pretty much determined the presence of one of these traits in him, and not so much the other. i don’t want to argue whether we should reconstruct him possessing the latter trait or not. i just know we do. i also know this inevitably makes him, fortunately or not, a baller.

[journalofanobody]

Partita II BWV 1004 in D minor: V. Ciaccona

[gasparodasalo]

Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) - Partita No. 2 for Solo Viola in g-minor, after BWV 1004, IV. Giga. Performed by Pierre Franck, baroque viola.

[landrysg]

New on YouTube:

J.S. Bach, Chaconne from Partita No. 2, BWV 1004

Beautifully performed by Thomas Lefort

Written 300 years ago. 

"On one stave, for a small instrument, the man [Bach] writes a whole world of the deepest thoughts and most powerful feelings. If I imagined that I could have created, even conceived the piece, I am quite certain that the excess of excitement and earth-shattering experience would have driven me out of my mind." -  Johannes Brahms

[onlybeeewrites]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do another part to the violinist?? I really loved it!!

Hi lovely! Absolutely! I hope you guys all enjoy part 2 :)

The Violinist: Pt 2

Requested: yes :))

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader ???

Warnings: none

Some information/things I made up for the story so don’t be too harsh :)

(I suggest playing this to hear what the reader was playing to be more immersive :))

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Benedict

The Delaney House was a well known home for artists. It was owned by a wealthy contributor to the Royal Academy of The Arts. This house in particular was not residential, however. No, this house was more of a center of the arts within London.

It was open to all people of all status and from all sorts of lives. Men, Women, rich, poorer. Everyone who loved the arts were welcome. There were singers, painters, actors musicians.

There was singing rooms for people like Siena Roso practiced singing sometimes—or to show off that voice of hers. Or similarly, there were large acting rooms where groups of actors or inspiring actors would gather and practice together.

There were music rooms, private and group ones. These held chairs and music stands for those who would bring their own instruments, in the larger rooms pianos were available.

Then there were painting rooms. Small and large alike for group paintings, or more private rooms. This is where Benedict always went to when he could.

This House was an escape for him, to blend and mingle with like minded people to find inspiration. To get honest feedback about his work instead of his family constantly praising him just because. There he had gotten feedback about his work before, genuine feedback about what he could do instead, ways to improve it all.

It was his escape from the pressures of society, where he had seen such talent from people who had to work for each meal every day. Fantastic work from pig farmers, but hey cannot do much since it is not affordable to be an artist when it does not pay well from lower statuses.

The the beauty of it was that, at the Delaney House, you can. Or at least have an escape where people only cared about your abilities and talent; not how rich your family was.

So there was a sense of relief to know no one would see the second eldest Bridgerton and treat him any differently.

It was a Sunday morning when Benedict had decided to visit the Delaney House, his family usually would not question when he would slip out of the house for a few hours.

He entered the front doors and made his way down the long corridor that led to other halls and wings of the building, like a spiderweb of artists. It was early so there were not entirely a lot of people there, though to the ones he had seen he gave a polite nod of his head.

Benedict was making his way towards his usual painting room when he heard something that made him stop in his tracts. It was some sort of violin music? It was not like any formal performance he had attended. The quick sharp, perfect notes filled the hallway to the right, and drifted presently to his ears.

It was never odd for a violinist os such to be here either, though for some reason this music intrigued him. So he took a little detour and followed the sound of the music. He walked further down the hall until he stopped outside one of the smaller practice rooms where the door was just slightly ajar.

Benedict peaked inside and a grin grew on his face as he just recognized the person playing. It was a young woman, in her twenties. As the mysterious player slowly turned, her face was exposed and he realized he had recognized the young women. It was the young woman who he had seen Elouise talking before his family’s Ball just a week or so ago.

It was the young violinist that had instructed himself and his brothers. For some reason, knowing that she had attended the same artistic building as him made his chest swell. It was like a little secret place, that only they knew about. It also told him that she was passionate about her music.

Benedict watched as her fingers moved carefully against the strings to make an array of beautiful notes that was so different that was usually played.

As she came to the finish of the song, Benedict couldn’t help but open the door a bit and speak up.

“Forgive me for interrupting, Miss. But I heard you playing and your melody is truly enchanting,” he praised the stranger, smirking as he watched the girl jump, clearly all lost in the music she created; Benedict knew how that was.

Y/N jumped, quickly turning towards the voice that had startled the silence that filled the room once she had finished playin the song.

“Mr. Bridgerton! You frightened me, I had not heard you approach.” She said as she caught her breath, carefully placing her bow and violin in her case for a moment. Though while she turned to place her instrument down, it gave her a moment to collect herself from his compliments. “And thank you, that is incredibly kind of you to say,” Y/N said before returning her attention back to the second eldest Bridgerton.

Benedict gave her a look, “you know the rules here Miss. Formalities are barred at the doorway to this building,” he playfully teased her, leaning against the door way.

Y/N then raised an eyebrow, “then why do you?” She questioned

Benedict let out a laugh, “Because I am yet to properly know your name,” he hummed, watching as the realization grew over the girl.

Growing ever more flustered she cleared her throat, “Oh forgive me. Y/N Lyndon. A pleasure to…properly meet you,” she said with an added chuckle.

Benedict smirked and bowed his head, “An absolute pleasure Y/N.” He said rather boldly. Y/N. Y/N. It was a beautiful name. The painter only worried if it would ever leave his mind.

“Of course,” Y/N said as she gathered her sheet music placing it away in her bag that held a bunch of other sorts of music. “I am to assume you come here often? I am not surprised with he word of how good you are with your drawings and paints. I think I am just surprised I had yet to see you here before today,” she commented.

Benedict adored the rather casual conversation. It was like a silent agreement that within the walls of the Delaney House that there would be no formalities regardless of who you were. It allowed everyone to be almost on an even playing field.

“Yes I don’t usually come Sundays, often I attend during the week, usually later in the days.” He explained.

Y/N nodded as she closed the case to hr things. “I suppose that makes sense. I am only here Sunday mornings. It is the only time I am free to practice what I wish,” she said with a smile.

Benedict hummed and nodded, “I see. Perhaps I will have to start attending Sunday mornings then,” he said with a grin.

“if that is the case, Benedict, you must come rather early. I come when the sun comes up in the sky. Because…” she glanced to the clock that was handing in the corner. “I must be returning home within the hour.” She said, and she could see Benedict’s grin slowly grow into almost a pout.

“Oh truly? You cannot stay just a little bit longer?” He asked, almost like when a child wishes that their mother would allow them to stay up late.

“Unfortunately not this time. I have family visiting from the country and I have to go get ready. Though perhaps next week you can find me at the Featherington’s Ball on Friday. Or early next Sunday,” she said as she passed him in the doorway, a smirk on her face as she playfully brush against the taller man.

Benedict small pout grew into a smirk at her playfulness and almost minx like behavior. He turned and watched her. “Oh truly you can bet that I shall.” He said. Y/N laughed a bit and gave him a wave over her shoulder before walking down the hallway.

Benedict watched, almost enchanted by ht violinist as she made her way down the hallway and around the corner until she was completely out of sight. Benedict never imagined himself with another artist. But then again, he never knew a violinist could be so enchanting. He knew he would be looking forward to the upcoming ball next week, and he knew exactly who to look for.

[classical-music-suites-bracket]

Violin Partita no. 2 (Johann Sebastian Bach):

1 Submission

No propaganda

Jazz Suite no. 2 (Dmitri Shostakovich):

1 Submission

everyone knows waltz no.2 but all of the movements are so lovely and charming!! it's rave music . to me

[waterlemon-melon]

✨welcome our international famous soloist: franziska von karma✨

phoenix, miles, maya and pearl ver

og headcanon text post

a bit of an edit but i think she’s more like hilary hahn with the clean playing and ‘ice princess’ rep rather than like anne sophie mutter

i think she leans more towards bach than beethoven (rather than the opposite for miles) because it’s logically complex and no nonsense, and i think she likes practicing pieces that challenge techniques.

(miles is the opposite because his character development is the blending of his emotional side from gregory and his prosecutor side from manfred, which is like betthoven being the bridge between the classical and romantic era of music)

here are her go-to pieces :D

the chords cutting aggressively but the phrasing just keeps going!! it’s her cutting down the defense’s logic immediately while strengthening her own argument!!

i know she’s a soloist but the battling between the two violins!! the aggressive chords!!! i like to think that this is what her vision of a battle with miles would be like and she wants to practice that

also additional pieces:

she and miles playing this!!! it’s not the beethoven string quartet from above but it’s better than that!! two violin soloist coming together to create the complex melody, sometimes in sync with one another, sometimes at opposite. they work together for the greater good and they are good at it!! they still have that competition side to them (siblings), but they still work beautifully together nevertheless

and of course fran will make phoenix play this with her

[san-george]

Partita .-Giga_ BWV 1004 Amandine Beyer.

[fugengulsen]

Bach, Busoni - Chaconne in D minor BWV 1004 - Helene Grimaud (piano)

[gouldblogger]

JASCHA HEIFETZ playing CHACONNE (from Partita No.2 in D minor for solo violin -BWV 1004) by JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH.

[broadcast on television, 1971]

[caviarsonoro]

J.S. Bach: Violin Partita No. 2 in D Minor, BWV 1004 - I. Allemanda

[landrysg]

New on YouTube: A performance of Bach’s Chaconne is always worth listening to!

J.S. Bach,  Chaconne from the Partita in D minor, BWV 1004, transcribed for harpsichord by Marc Meisel and performed by  Bruce Kennedy

[miyomusical]

LA CHACONA

“…En una ocasión, Clara Schumann tuvo que poner en reposo su mano derecha, que se había lesionado, y Brahms la sorprendió con una versión de la gran chacona de la Partita nº 2 en Re menor [para violín solo BWV 1004], transcrita para la mano izquierda sola.