#andantino

[lforlimbo]

Everyone in me is a bird

[andereperspektive]

Storia illustrata

[nyxire]

Oh to be a girl standing in a wild flower field with the breeze lightly fluttering around me

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

well unfortunately I'm compelled to report and self-analyze so you're going to hear that i'm proud of myself for how far i've come on parallel 10ths and alberti bass. i can really keep it musical and keep it moving when i'm playing parallel 10ths and alberti bass

[copperphysics106]

The Terror OST

So... unfortunately, I don't have permission to post my terror soundtrack video. It bummed me out because I've been working on this for a month now, but I probably should've checked that beforehand, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Ah well.

Regardless, I spent all that time finding where tracks play, with help from the Cold Boys Fandom Club website and some people on Tumblr (💗) so I might as well just post that here now so if anyone is still searching where each track plays, this is everything I could find and match up.

Last Morning Watch VI.: Plays during Terror and Erebus introductions.

Last Morning Watch V.: Crozier focuses on the sun dogs.

Last Draughts, Last Best Efforts IX.: Crozier examines maps in his quarters, before the theater flashback.

LM-118: Diving scene intercut with Young's autopsy. (Library Music)

Last Morning Watch IV.: Young is buried and Sir John gives his eulogy. This song also plays in Episode 10, when Hickey and Crozier discuss why he was kidnapped.

Last Draughts, Last Best Efforts XIII.: Sir John wakes up to the ships being icelocked.

Last Draughts, Last Best Efforts VIII.: Graham Gore's lead party climbs up the ice ridge. Irving meets with and trades with Koveyook.

Birth of Liquid Plejades: Gore's lead party write in the victory point note. (Zeit)

Liquid Fire: Silna's father is shot and Gore is killed. (Schattenspieler)

Goetia: Sir John's eulogy, delivered by Crozier.

Gambuh I: Lady Jane speaks to the Admiralty.

Untitled 090616: Hickey finds tobacco in his hammock. (Schattenspieler)

Last Morning Watch II.: Edward goes to retrieve Silna from Erebus.

Last Fixed Position XVI.: Blanky is chased by the Tuunbaq.

Last Fixed Position XVII.: Silna eats a seal.

Last Heat, Last Exertions XXI.: Blanky describes what happened at Fury Beach to Fitzjames.

Last Heat, Last Exertions XXIII.: Crozier speaks to the crew about walking out while Stanley preps his plan.

Planchette: Stanley lights himself on fire at Carnivale. Also plays when Hickey offers his tongue to Tuunbaq. (Exercises in Estrangement)

Tenebrous: Hickey stabs Irving. (Schattenspieler)

Last Heat, Last Exertions XX.: Irving's autopsy, Hodgson is questioned.

Last Heat, Last Exertions XXII.: Tuunbaq attacks Terror Camp.

Brohm Ridge: Hodgson recounts a perfect moment to Goodsir. (coast / range / arc//)

Last Morning Watch VII.: Blanky finds the Northwest Passage.

Last Draughts, Last Best Efforts X. (andantino): Plays multiple times in the show. Goodsir talks to Collins about Carnivale; Collins notices the Peruvian as Bridgens diagnoses Peglar; Bridgens lays down to die.

The Eroding (Fairytale Music 3): Goodsir's suicide. (Air Texture II)

Last Heat, Last Exertions XXIV.: Tuunbaq's death.

Polar Sirens: Crozier and Silna search the remainders of Crozier's men. (Erebus & Terror)

The Gates of Paradise - I & II: The ending, with Crozier sitting by the seal hole. (The Gates of Paradise)

Albums/Links:

The Last Sunset of the Year / Schattenspieler / Exercises in Estrangement / The Word as Power / Library Music / Air Texture II / Erebus & Terror / The Gates of Paradise / coast / range / arc// / Zeit

This list isn't everything, as there are definitively some songs missing; notably, off the top of my head: the main title theme, the song that plays during Sir John's death, and the song that plays after Collins has taken the Peruvian, etc.

A lot of songs repeat in the show, I listed scenes they appeared in or are easiest to remember.

I swear that I saw the latter song on YouTube at one point but it's seemingly been taken down and I can't remember what it's called anymore, unfortunately. There's also a lot of ambient tracks that I simply can't find and aren't present on the album, sadly; a lot of tracks were used in the show that aren't on the internet it seems, or if they are, buried REAL deep lol. So unless the list is released officially, I don't really have a way to get ahold of the tracks that play in some of these scenes:

Orren's death (Ep1)

The lead parties set off (Ep2)

Gore's party find the overturned boat (Ep2)

The men play soccer (Ep2)

Collins' soul consumed (Ep8)

Hickey sighting the Tuunbaq through spyglass (Ep10)

Of course, if you've recognized any tracks yourself, let me know and I'll add it to the list!

[hyperactively-me]

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LISTEN TO ME PLEASE

141 Task Force + Ale and Kö with a ballerina civilian wife. THEN!!! (NO PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE LISTEN) They came back from a mission without warning and they go to a presentation bcse they never actually saw one AND!!!! Their wife almost pass out in the middle of the stage by seeing them there (they look at her all in love and proud UGHHH).

THIS IS HELLA CUTE BYE-

BESTIE I'M LISTENING. LOUD AND CLEAR. this is so cute omg!!! also, i've never written for anyone other than ghost, and i don't have the confidence to write for anyone other than simon, so please don't be upset but i will be writing this only for ghost. (although, i genuinely want to get some practice in writing for all the other COD men, which i am trying to somewhat do through my king!ghost au, i just don't wanna fuck up their characters too badly haha. if at any point i decide to write for the others, i will totally come back to this prompt!). also, i wanted to make this more into a oneshot rather than blurb/headcanons soooo! yeah!

As the soft notes of The Sleeping Beauty Suite filled the dimly lit theater, you stood backstage, your heart racing. You sat on a spare box, fastening your pointe shoes on securely. The spotlight beckoned, the hushed whispers of the audience creating a palpable tension in the stiff air. The curtains were about to rise, and you were the prima ballerina. As you finished fastening your pointe shoes, you stood, brushing out your tutu. The weight of anticipation bore down on you, but you stood tall, chin up, back straight. You had practiced this routine a hundred times. It was just another night, another ballet. Nothing you weren’t used to. 

Except it wasn’t. 

You didn’t know your husband had just slipped in through the doors. He was still in his uniform, except for his mask and tactical gear. He never wore the mask around you. 

You had no idea that tonight would be different. All you knew was that Simon was not supposed to come back home for another three weeks. He had been deployed for three long months now. Your heart ached just thinking about how long you’ve been without him, the loneliness and longing that came with being a military spouse weighing heavy on you. 

The sudden sound of the orchestra snapped you out of your daydream, and the curtain began its ascent. Your delicate tutu billowed around you as you took your first step onto the stage, your body moving with the grace and precision that only years of training could produce.

But then, in the midst of your pirouettes and arabesques, something caught your eye in the sea of dimly lit faces. A figure, tall and strong, standing in the back of the theater. The world around you blurred as your heart leapt into your throat. It couldn't be.

Simon.

The shock of seeing him in the audience was enough to make you falter, to disrupt the airy balance of your performance. You stumble over your feet slightly, your knees shaky from the sudden interruption. 

You recover as best you can, continuing to dance. Your eyes locked onto his, you wanted to cry. He was home early. And he was here to watch you. His expression was one of awe and pride, like a lovesick puppy gazing at his beautiful wife.

You pranced and twirled, lost in the music and the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. It was as if the two of you were the only people in the world, the stage your sanctuary.

As the final notes of the music filled the theater, you struck your final pose, your breath ragged, your body trembling. The audience erupted into applause, their adoration washing over you like a warm embrace. But your eyes remained locked with Simon's, who was clapping with ferocious fever. His eyes never left yours. You flash him a teary, wet smile.

As soon as the curtains closed, you fell from your pose, taking in a ragged breath. 

Your fellow ballerinas had come up to congratulate you on a beautiful performance, but all you could do was say a rushed “thank you” before you were running through the backstage area. The backstage was a labyrinth of bustling dancers, stagehands, and dimly lit corridors. Your heart raced as you rushed to find a way out into the audience to reach Simon. The echoes of applause still reverberated through the walls, but all that mattered now was him.

Finally, you burst through a side door that led to the theater’s lobby. And there he was, waiting for you, his eyes shining with unbridled love and pride. His dark uniform was a stark contrast to the delicate pink of your ballet attire.

Without a word, you threw yourself into his arms, and he caught you, lifting you off your feet. The world around you ceased to exist as you held each other, tears of joy streaming down your face. His calloused hands wrap around you, squeezing you tight against him. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whisper into his ear, your watery voice filled with pure happiness. 

“I missed you so much, love.” Simon placed you gently back on your feet, his hands cradling your face with care, wiping away your tears. 

“I missed you, Si,” you take in a shaky breath. “So much.”

“I– I can’t believe you’re here, how did you know?”

“I would never miss my wife’s performance, now would I?” 

A mixture of laughter and tears escaped your lips as you leaned in to kiss him, a deep and passionate kiss. It felt like a dream come true that he was here, watching you perform. It had been ages since he was last able to come to one of your performances, and his support meant the world and more to you. You pull away from the kiss, shoving your face into his neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, his voice reverberating in your eardrums. “You looked beautiful, look beautiful.” 

You pull back, looking at him with a huge smile, rubbing his back gently. "Thank you, Si."

He pulls you back into a tight embrace, wrapping you in his warmth and burly arms. More tears welled up in your eyes, and you clung to him, feeling the weight of the months apart melt away.

His words warmed your heart. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The two of you held each other close, savoring the moment as long as you could.

[chairofchaos]

51 pls bestieee - maybe a neschei 👀👀 or azris

(hehhehehe)

This does contain prompt 1, but prompt 51 had too much potential with Azris for me to let it go. Since you have given me such latitude in what I write for you, I offer you a work with two of my favorite pieces of music. This is what I listened to (and imagined them dancing to!) while I wrote this drabble. Also, it is slightly over 1000 words but I'm still counting it as a drabble. Enjoy!

xxx

Still, They Dance | Azris Drabble

The music of the chamber orchestra drifted out to meet them on the front steps of the event hall. The last of the guests had trickled out the door, but Eris Vanserra still wanted one thing out of his mating ceremony.

“May I have this dance?” he turned to offer a hand to the male standing at his side. Azriel turned, lowering his hand raised in parting to their guests, and smiled. 

“You’ve had many,” Azriel grinned, placing his hand in Eris’. “And I would never deny you another.”

Eris turned, guiding Azriel back inside. “I lied when I told you I hired them for four hours. They’re here until midnight, or until we get tired.”

Azriel’s shadows swirled about their hands, but their master said nothing, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

“Did you enjoy it all?” Eris broke the silence as they approached the ballroom’s doorway.

“Yes,” Azriel nodded. “More than I even thought I would. Did you?”

Eris grinned as they stepped into the candlelit hall. “More than I can express.”

As they returned, the harpist’s opening arpeggio led the instrumentalists in a beautiful, arching piece of music. Eris placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder and smiled. Azriel leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Eris’ temple as the music grew and breathed about them. “Ready?” he whispered. One of his hands settled at Eris’ waist, the other lifting Eris’ free hand into position.

 Eris smiled, though Azriel couldn’t see him. “Always.”

They began to dance, Azriel leading them through the steps of the dance they had first danced publicly the previous spring at Nyx’s fifth birthday party. The music was over far too soon, but when the couple continued the steps, the conductor queued the musicians to begin the piece again. 

Three, then four times, they danced around the room, losing themselves in the music and the harmony of each other, a quiet camaraderie that had built between them in secret over the last seven decades. 

No words were said. None were needed. This, the arching give and take of the violin and the harp, the longing of their music come to fruition at last, said all they needed to say.

Once the piece had been played until each time had bled together into an extensive, living thing, they stilled in the center of the room. The music’s final cadence faded, and the musicians hesitated a moment before continuing with a new piece. 

Azriel’s hand at Eris’ hip had slowly moved to his lower back, pressing them closer and closer as they danced. Now, they stood, facing each other with chests brushing as they simply breathed in, and out, and in once more. 

Eris broke their stillness, moving to pull his hand from Azriel’s, but Azriel gripped his hand tight with a broad smile. “One more.”

Eris nodded, cheeks flushing a deeper pink. “One more.” 

Azriel pulled him closer, resting his cheek against Eris’ before beginning to lead him in a slow dance, hardly moving at all beyond the gentle swaying of their bodies. 

Eris willed the flames of the candles to dim slightly, casting the room in a fainter glow. His thoughts wandered. He and Azriel were mated, pure and simple. The bond was accepted. They would never be separate again. And Eris was filled with an immense gratitude with the male who recognized that Eris would dance until the end of time, if he could.

The dates of their courtship had been varied, but steadily, one thing had become a tradition. On Saturday nights, Azriel would take Eris dancing. It didn’t matter where, or what kind, but Azriel would dance with Eris in taverns, dance halls, alleys outside restaurants they ate at where a quartet played, even rooftops, when they had been courting in secret. They danced.

After their first night spent together, instead of going to sleep, Azriel had all but insisted that they dance ‘just one dance’, and so they had, one, then another, and another, dancing in embers of firelight kept alive only through Eris’ will until dawn broke. 

“I love you,” Eris whispered. He felt Azriel’s smile against his cheek before he heard the answering “I love you.” 

He pulled back, just enough to see Azriel’s half hooded gaze fixed on him, before drawing Azriel in for a kiss. Azriel held him, swaying all the while. Shadows drifted lazily about their shoulders, a physical manifestation of the bond which tied them together.

“To the rest of our lives,” Azriel whispered.

“Forever,” Eris answered. Azriel’s smile grew wider, and he reached up to his neck to grab Eris’ left hand. He pulled it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to Eris’ wrist, then a longer one to his palm. All the while, he held Eris’ eye contact. Eris could feel the flush growing on his cheeks, the temperature between and around them slowly starting to warm as his blood stirred. 

It had been a long day, and it would be a long night. Azriel pressed a kiss to Eris’ mating ring before pressing one last long kiss to his palm and stepped back, tilting his head. ‘Time to Go?’ his gaze asked.

Eris nodded. “Thank you.” 

Azriel smiled.  “You never need to thank me for loving you.” 

Eris smiled in return. Azriel swept Eris into his arms, wrapping them in his wings and kissing him. Eris leaned into his muscular mate, hands fisting in his tunic. Azriel cradled his face in his hands, tilting his head to deepen their kiss before they broke apart, panting.

“I love you,” Eris said.

“I love you, too,” Azriel grinned, kissing him again. Then he began to slowly walk them towards the door, pressing kisses all over his mate’s face as he did so.

“Thank you!” Eris called in the direction of the musicians. They said nothing, but Eris could hear them begin to talk quietly among themselves. It sounded as though they were amused.

“Let them talk,” Azriel murmured. “Let’s go.”

Eris laughed. “Alright, alright. Come on, you big Illyrian baby. Let’s go to bed.”

Azriel pulled back, his darkened eyes filled with affection. “To bed.”

It was not an end, but a beginning. The ceremony had been the end of a movement in an orchestration that would last centuries, through the phrases and phases of life. And all the while, come high or low, they would dance.

xxx Taglist: @ninthcircleofprythian @c-starstuff-man0 @dusk-muse @lilah-asteria

[segretecose]

so much of classical music terminology being italian is so funny we really forced the world to learn the words allegretto larghetto andantino vivacissimo. deeply unserious language

[gasparodasalo]

Johann Benjamin Groß (1809-48) - Sonata for Cello and Piano in b-minor, Op. 7, III. Andantino - Presto. Performed by Christophe Coin, cello, and Yoko Kaneko, 1838 Felix Groß piano, on period instruments.

[too-antigonish]

Tux Tuesday: String Quartet Edition

Morse doesn't just wear his tux so he can stand around and look pretty.

Nope, sometimes he wears his tux to go to a performances of the Debussy String Quartet...

For instance...

...at about 14 minutes into S3E4: Coda, Morse attends an outdoor concert at one of the Oxford colleges. The performance includes Debussy's String Quartet in G minor, Op. 10 (L.91). What we see played is a brief excerpt of the beginning of the third movement, "Andantino, doucement expressif."

Debussy’s only string quartet (composed in 1893) was revolutionary for its time. He kept the usual four-movement structure but used harmonies, rhythms, and tonal shifts that broke every rule in the book. It was all of a piece with the French milieu of the time--the same one that brought us Symbolist poets and Impressionist painters.

The third movement, which appears in this episode, is drastically different from the other 3 which are highly rhythmic, energetic, and use a lot of repeating themes. The  Andantino is still intense, but in a really sustained, dreamlike way.

Lots of music used in Endeavour has contains an element related to the plot or some other nod to the episode. In this case I can’t see any connection with the possible exception of a few characters who might be seen as similar to Debussy himself. He was a man renowned for both mismanagement of money and his absolutely horrible treatment of the women in his life.

The Alban Berg Quartet has a good recording:

String Quartet in G Minor, Op. 10, L. 91: III. Andantino, doucement expressif

If you’re looking for something a little different, I much prefer Ravel’s quartet to Debussy’s. He hated Debussy (because almost everyone did) but still used his quartet as a model and you can hear the influence. It’s much more of a banger though. Also, Quatuor Ébène is amazing:

BBT20 Sunday 11 June 2023 - Quatuor Ébène plays its signature work Ravel's String Quartet in F

Morse also saw a Beethoven quartet played in Oracle:

At around 36 minutes into S7E1: Oracle, just before he meets Ludo, he is watching a performance of Beethoven's String Quartet No. 13 in B-flat Op. 130. It's the 5th and most famous movement, the "Cavatina: Adagio molto espressivo."

The quartet is one of the composer’s Late Quartets (12-16). When they were first published, a lot of people seriously thought he’d lost it. They were just that “different” from what had come before. As is the way with such things, they’re now generally regarded as masterpieces.

The Cavatina from the 13th Quartet (which like several of the late quartets was written with more than the usual four movements) is additionally regarded as one of Beethoven’s greatest works overall. One of its biggest claims to fame is that it was included on the Voyager Golden Record that was sent into space in the seventies.

While I like the Cavatina, it’s not my favorite—and it’s definitely a piece where the quality of the performance makes all the difference. I’ve heard versions that are breathtaking and versions that are deadly dull.

Like the Debussy, this is a piece without an obvious connection to the episode. Given the Voyager connection, I desperately wish they had found a way to use this piece in Apollo. It would have been perfect. It’s quite literally music that we chose to send into space.

I love the Takács Quartet’s recordings:

Beethoven: String Quartet No. 13 in B-Flat Major, Op. 130 - 5. Cavatina. Adagio molto espressivo

If you need something to wake you up after the Cavatina, I highly recommend the Grosse Fuge. It’s one of my all-time favorite pieces. It was the original final movement to the 13th String Quartet but folks hated it so much that Beethoven replaced it and published it separately. Some quartets still perform it separately and some put it back with the rest of the 13th. Either way it’s non-stop stunning.

Beethoven: Grosse Fuge in B-Flat Major, Op. 133

[andereperspektive]

Bună-vă dimineaţa-vă!

[cult-couture]

*Someone walks inside*

*Andantino is at the front desk.*

Hello! Welcome to Cult Couture, my name is Lac- I mean Andantino! What can I get you? - Andantino

[lesser-known-composers]

Dmitri Kabalevsky (1904 - 1987) - Piano Concerto No. 1 in A minor, Op. 9 (1928)

0:00 I. Moderato quasi andantino 10:53 II. Tema. Moderato 11:37 - Var 1. L'istesso tempo 12:59 - Var 2. Allegro assai 14:07 - Var 3. Andante 15:35 - Var 4. Vivace 17:00 - Var 5. Funebre (tempo di marcia moderato) 20:54 - Coda. Tempo di tema 21:53 III. Vivace marcato 25:02 - Cadenza. Lento rubato 30:04 - Coda. Piu mosso

Kathryn Stott, piano

BBC Philharmonic Orchestra - Neeme Järvi, conductor

[theimpossiblescheme]

love is with your brother -- a playlist for macavity's children, jemima and plato (for @the-cat-at-the-theatre-door)

01. all we ever look for - kate bush | 02. mother father- dave matthews band | 03. wander. wonder. - the arcadian wild | 04. bring me to life (acoustic) - axa | 05. little one - beck | 06. never alone - finish ticket | 07. strawberry fields forever - la santa cecilia | 08. absentee - jack campbell | 09. we’ll let you know - king crimson | 10. my eyes - the lumineers | 11. wandering souls - mindy gledhill | 12. perspective - yellow magic orchestra | 13. time - elize fleury | 14. that’s okay - the hush sound | 15. beautiful - sopor aeternus and the ensemble of shadows | 16. storytime - nightwish | 17. the tea party (scherzo) - carl davis | 18. you, me and the bourgeoisie - the submarines | 19. when we grow up - diana ross | 20. get out and get under the moon - nat king cole | 21. release - michael nesmith | 22. no. 6 pas d’action (andantino quasi moderato - allegro) - pyotr tchaikovsky | 23. lapis lazuli - the oh hellos | 24. strange things will happen - the radio dept. | 25. approaching lavender - gordon lightfoot | 26. conversations with the moon - grentperez | 27. catching the butterfly - the verve | 28. reunited - james horner | 29. joy - sleeping at last | 30. cry little sister - chvrches listen [x]

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

Performers

(1) Capriccio Quintet (2) Saint Petersburg Orchestra of the State Hermitage Museum Camerata (3) Dmitry Yefimov (4) Ilya Ioff (5) Jurgis Karnavichius (6) Tbilisi Symphony Orchestra (7) Konzerthaus Kammerorchester Berlin (8) Vladimir Shakin (9) Elisso Bolkvadze (10) Alexei Massarsky (11) Georgian State String Quartet

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

00:00:00 Schwanengesang, D. 957 Part: No. 4, Ständchen (1) 00:03:58 Rosamunde, D. 797 Part: No. 2, Intermezzo No. 2. Andantino (2)

00:11:19 Ave Maria, D. 839 (3)

00:18:12 Piano Quintet in A major, D. 667 Part: II. Andante (4) 00:25:55 Sonate in C Minor, D. 958 Part: IV. Allegro (5)

00:35:05 Symphony No. 8, D. 759 Part: II. Andante con moto (6) 00:49:29 Symphony No. 9, D. 944 Part: II. Andante con moto (6) 01:04:14 Rosamunde, D. 797 Part: No. 4, Ballet Music No. 1. Andante un poco assai (2)

01:17:22 String Quartet No. 14, D. 810 Part: II. Andante con moto (7)

01:21:20 Sonate in C Minor, D. 958 Part: II. Adagio (5)

01:30:36 4 Impromptus, Op. 90, D. 899 Part: 3. Impromptu in G-Flat Major (8)

01:36:36 Symphony No. 8, D. 759 Part: I. Allegro moderato (6) 01:48:05 4 Impromptus, Op. 90, D. 899 Part: 4. Impromptu in A-Flat Major (8)

01:55:34 4 Impromptus, Op. 90, D. 899 Part: 4. Impromptu in A-Flat Major

01:57:17 Moments Musicaux, D. 780 Part: No. 3, Allegro Moderato in F Minor (9)

02:04:38 Rosamunde, D. 797 Part: No. 2, Ballet Music No. 2. Andantino (2)

02:11:43 4 Impromptus, Op. 90, D. 899 Part: 2. Impromptu in E-Flat Major (8)

02:16:07 4 Impromptus, Op. 90, D. 899 Part: 1. Impromptu in C Minor (8)

02:25:46 String Quartet No. 12, D. 703 Part: 1. Allegro Assai (11) 02:34:34 Rosamunde, D. 797 Part: I. Overture (6)

02:44:35 Sonate in C Minor, D. 958 Part: III. Menuetto (5)