#handel's messiah

[ameliacf13]

For unto us an egg is cracked

Fro-om us, a son is taken

Unto us, a daughter given

[goodomensmusical]

The Graveyard Scene: Unto Us a Child is Born

This one functions more as a scene than as a real song. Still, I tried to make it sound nice while getting the point across. Hopefully I handled it well :)

I also recruited an extra-special guest singer (my brother) to play Ligur!

[elrastrodetusangreenlanieve]

Comfort ye my people... Ev'ry valley - Coventry Cathedral, November 2022

[popsixsquishcicerolipschitz]

I had to turn up the volume and dance to this again ~

[rank-sentimentalist]

Handel's Dune Messiah

This year, experience Handel's Messiah in a whole new way:

Dune, Part 2 x Handel's Messiah

All of Denis Villeneuve's visuals with nothing but Handel's sound.

And when the Messiah runs out? We'll switch to Orff's Carmina Burana for movie's end.

[negrolicity]

"Comfort Ye My People" (1992) Daryl Coley & Vanessa Bell Armstrong

This 1992 recording still holds up well. I always thought that this work was a response to Young Messiah. That release was a reworking of Handel's Messiah. It featured only white Christian artists. The Mervyn Warren helmed production takes this classic piece of work and refracts it through the prism of black musical expression. Some of the work has been farmed out to artists like Fred Hammond, Richard Smallwood, George Duke Russell Ferrante, and Sounds of Blackness

On this cut Daryl Cooley and Vanessa Bell Armstrong still sound amazing!

[vox-anglosphere]

Christianity's most beloved oratorio in York's immense Gothic space.

Handel’s Messiah at York Minster. Experience the story of Christ through powerful choral and orchestral music in this must-see performance.

[doubledaybooks]

A playlist for the Handel-heads out there... (i.e. great classic study music)

George Frideric Handel’s Messiah is arguably the greatest piece of participatory art ever created. Adored by millions, it is performed each year by renowned choirs and orchestras, as well as by audiences singing along with the words on their cell phones.

But this work of triumphant joy was born in a troubled age. Britain in the early Enlightenment was a place of astonishing creativity but also the seat of an empire mired in war, enslavement, and conflicts over everything from the legitimacy of government to the meaning of truth.

Against this turbulent background, prize-winning author Charles King has crafted a cinematic drama of the troubled lives that shaped a masterpiece of hope in EVERY VALLEY.

[artistsonthelam]

How cool is this! Just chased an orchestra playing Baroque music atop a boat floating up and down the Chicago River right in the heart of the city. (To top it all off I ate a Chicago style hot dog on the Riverwalk before the festivities.) Music of the Baroque: The Chicago Water Music, performing Handel’s Water Music, the “Hallelujah” Chorus of Handel’s Messiah, and the Opening Chorus of Vivaldi’s Gloria. Chicago is the best. 🩵 Here’s a short clip I took on one of their stops; longer, 9-minute video (including different locales along the River, different lighting, and different music) here.

[Edit: Thank you for retweeting me, Do312, and thank you for resharing my post, Music of the Baroque!]

// (c) Jenny Lam 2024

[akathecentimetre]

I FICCED AGAIN. But this definitely requires some explanation.

Simply put, I am a huge nerd. I'm in a huge phase of a) adoring the music of Handel and b) adoring the skill of countertenor Iestyn Davies, and so a while back I wrote a thing about the sweet triad of Rodelinda (queen), Bertarido (her king/husband, incorrectly thought dead) and Unolfo (Bertarido's still-loyal counsellor). Davies has played both Unolfo - in the 2011 Met production of Rodelinda that informed that first fic - and Bertarido, as I heard him do at Carnegie Hall just last week and in several other productions.

The images above are from him playing Bertarido in an English National Opera (ENO) production from 2014. If anyone out there happens to know if a video of this show exists, I will literally kill for it. And here is a little fangirl take on the sheer awfulness that exists at the heart of this opera, regardless of its happy ending. Massive thanks, as ever, to @agarthanguide for being my best enabler.

Unolfo’s blood is drying on his palm, tacky, heavy as mercury. Bertarido closes his fist, and the tide crashes in. Gundeberto had always been the soldier of the three of them. His brother the king, The Avaricious; the crude hacker of limbs, the bloodletter. Eduige, stern and straight-backed, was more suited to politics, the game of shadows and false appearances. Bertarido had always felt himself the one left over, the reluctant ruler, the Platonic striver after moderation. Gundeberto had died as he lived, gasping and cackling through the blood in his mouth, while Bertarido had been swept away from him on the battlefield and left for lost as the corpses rotted and stank. Passive. Weak. Concerned overmuch with virtue. These epithets have followed him all his life. I shall string their guts along my gates, he thinks, and the words become fire within him as he stares at his trembling hand. Unolfo, his dearest counsellor, his only loyal friend. He had been warm to Bertarido’s touch when the wayward knife slipped between his ribs, his blood quickened, Bertarido now knows, by the excited hope of saving his sovereign. His own name, splattered across Unolfo’s shoulders, has been tainted by the dark fears that had grown around Bertarido in his prison, in the filthy, festering dungeon of his enemies’ making. They have done this. Bertarido whispers it to himself as he stalks through the palace, striding from shadow to shadow, his vision narrowing and swimming at its edges. He has spent months railing against fate, against fortuna, against unshaped forces he has until now believed ruled his destiny as it was sadly cut short. He believes that no longer. Them. Grimoaldo, the tottering, frightened, pathetic usurper. Garibaldo, the true cruelty behind the false king, shorn of principles, delighting in misery. He puts names to previously blank faces. These men, these horrors, are real. It was not Fortuna who put a knife to the throat of Bertarido’s son, who oppressed his cabinet and ignored his people. Who has done God only knows what to his wife. Bertarido nearly stumbles, his breath caught in his throat. The pain rises, choking, and he clutches at a nearby doorframe as he lets out a dry retch, wracked into immobility for a brief moment of his rampage. They must die. The words swim through him so naturally that, were he not so overwhelmed, he would chastise himself. Mercy be damned. Until this moment, sweet, melancholy daydreams of what should have been have always risen to the forefront of his thoughts. Rodelinda, resplendent, smiling gently, maternal, catching his eye in a flash of passion as Flavio, dutiful and strong, nods to him. Unolfo hovering, immaculate as ever, promising and providing stability. His mind reaches, grasps – but it is gone, the peaceful world of his past shattered. Bertarido takes in a sharp breath, and something within him mocks all his hopes; mocks the very idea that it could ever have been thus again, what with everything that has happened in between. His bare, torn feet have somehow known where to take him. He stands back at the threshold of the dungeon, staring at the cooling pool of blood where Unolfo had so recently lain. Someone else has been here since – he can see other footprints on the grimy floor – but he cares not to speculate on who it might have been. Bertarido leans down; hefts the sword that was so recently pressed with glee against his own chest, the absurd weight of it. They will pay for what they have taken from me. His God is a forgiving one, he has been told. He turns away to seek his quarry, and sets out to put his reputation to rest.

[milkwands]

drinking a spiked green smoothie reading an ao3 pdf on my kindle listening to handels messiah whos doing it like me

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Otherworldly Warrior from Kirby's Return to Dream Land/Kirby Star Allies

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Handel's Messiah (Hallelujah) from QuickSpot

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Handel's Messiah (Hallelujah):

Never before has the Hallelujah Chorus had a dnb backing track. (Probably still doesn't depending on your definition of dnb, but I mean this is pretty close)

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[nonstandardrepertoire]

please everyone go watch this absolutely impeccable performance of the "Hallelujah Chorus" by the Boston Gay Men's Chorus from 2008. it is, in every sense of the word, spectacular