#san francisco symphony orchestra

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s & m...11/23/1999

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“Outlaw Torn”, live from S&M - Metallica with the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra.

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Metallica S&M 2 Promotional Poster

2020 Blackened Recordings

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Aaron Copland 1900-1990

Aaron Copland is regarded as a pioneering figure in American music. His eclectic compositional style covered neo-classicism, popular music, European nationalist traditions, jazz folk music, and the 12-tone idiom. For the better part of four decades, he composed operas, ballets, orchestral music, band music, chamber music, choral music, and film scores. He was a teacher, writer of books and…

[dolly-macabre]

The Outlaw Torn (Live with the SFSO) - Metallica

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So tear me open, but beware

There's things inside without a care

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Thursday Thoughts...23rd February 2023...Dolly the Sheep, Biba plus Metallica and San Francisco Symphony Orchestra..

  1997…In Roslin, Scotland, scientists announce that an adult sheep named Dolly has been successfully cloned…This video takes you through the process and what has happened since then…Have our worst fears come home to roost or not? In the sixties, I was a Biba girl…I loved the shop...this link is one that beetleypete found and shared with me so for any Biba girls it’s a great article…Thank you…

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Devils Dance

(NSFW)

You're a violinist for the San Francisco Symphony, excited to work with your favorite band, but when you can't get a part right during rehearsals you hid away only to be found by the singer himself

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, praising and degrading, semi-public, pet names

Word count: 2.6k

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Nothing had been going right today. First your alarm didn't go off on time which meant you were almost late for rehearsals, then when you finally got there you bumped into someone and they spilled their coffee all over you, and now you couldn't find your sheet music. You were digging through your violin case and folders, looking for it, but it was nowhere to be found. You let out a silent groan, frustrating already starting to spill out of you even though it was only 10 AM. You leaned over to the second chair violinist and asked if she had an extra copy of the music and finally luck was on your side because she did. She handed it over and you set it on your stand, getting to work practicing the familiar tunes.

Although you were a huge Metallica fan and had spent the last several days practicing and studying the sheet music there was one part that you could not get right. And sitting here practicing it in front of the whole orchestra and your favorite band was not helping your already terrible day. Several times now the conductor has had to stop and restart the entire song because of your mistakes, and as it happened again you couldn't help the tears falling from your eyes. You wasted no time before running out of the room, the hot streams of frustration and embarrassment trailing down your cheeks. You found a corner to hide in, setting your violin down in front of you. You wanted to throw it, smash it to pieces, but you held back.

You brought your knees up to your chest, dropping your head into them as you cried. You were sure your spot as first chair violin would be ruined after this. Another sob left your body as you curled further into yourself, wanting nothing more than to go home. You didn't hear the footsteps approaching you as you wiped your runny makeup off of your face. The hand that was gently placed on your shoulder made you jump and turn. Standing there was none other than James Hetfield himself, the man you have had a massive crush on for years. Your cheeks heat up, your heart racing in your chest as you quickly try to compose yourself.

“You alright?” He asked kindly, picking your violin up off the floor and moving it so that he could sit next to you. He sits the stringed instrument on his lap, plucking the strings slightly as he awaits your answer.

“Yeah, just…just a bad day,” You stutter, trying to smooth out your now wrinkled skirt. You tried to think of something else to say but god he smelled good and it was the only thing you could think about. Just the size of him and the feeling of his shoulder pressed against yours made your brain go blank. He was not a small man that was for sure, his broad shoulders and chest strained against the tight button up he wore and you were convinced if he made one wrong move a button would fly off.

“I noticed that. You sound great though, that part you can't get down seems real tough so I don't blame you,” His words seem genuine as he looks over at you. His fingers continue to fiddle with your violin and just as he grabs a tuning peg, his instincts telling him to turn it, you panic. You grab his hand to make him stop and he quickly pulls it away, noticing your worry.

“Sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking. They probably aren't like guitars are they,” He chuckles awkwardly, placing his hands off to his sides instead of the instrument.

“It's okay, same concept just a little harder,” You reassure him, your panic temporarily making you forget that you were upset.

“Play something,” He says, picking it up and handing it over to you. You stare at him in disbelief for a second before slowly taking the violin from him. You sit up a little straighter, positioning the instrument on your shoulder before taking the bow and placing it against the strings. You glance at him for a second and he gives you a nod. You take a breath before playing a song, deciding to play a version of Fade to Black that you composed yourself. It was a song you had prayed would be part of the album but unfortunately it wasn't. He watched intently as you played, a smile splayed across his features, and something else in his eyes that you couldn't quite pinpoint. You tried to avoid his gaze as you played but it was hard, his eyes were intense, drawing you in with interest and beauty. As you finished playing the intro to the song you removed your violin from your shoulder and awkwardly set it back down on the floor next to you.

“That was great! We should have added it to the setlist. Are you a fan then?” His praises cause you to blush, not expecting him to be so sincere. And the smile on his face as he spoke made you want to trip and fall right into his arms.

“Yeah..I've been a huge fan for years. I had posters of you all over my walls when I was a teenager and in college,” You admit shyly to him, trying to laugh it off so he didn't think you were weird. He chuckles slightly, his gaze still burning a hole through you. You catch his eyes flick down towards your chest for just a second before looking back towards your face. His tongue swipes over his lips and you finally realize what that look behind his eyes is. You feel as if he could devour you with just one look, ripping your clothes off with his stare.

“Oh yeah? What type of posters? Just me or the whole band?” His voice seemed to have gotten deeper somehow. You wiped your sweaty palms against your skirt, looking away from him for a second, but his gaze didn't falter.

“Well..it was mostly just you. I had one above my bed that I loved,” You swore he could hear your heart beating against your chest with how fast it was pounding.

“Really? You ever touch yourself to it?” He asked the question so casually that it almost didn't register in your brain. Your voice gets caught in your throat as your face burns red. He smiles wider, your reaction telling him everything he needs to know.

“Did you look up at it with your legs spread wishing I was really there?” He comes closer, resting his hands on the floor on either side of your legs. You lean back a little as you feel his breath on your face, anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“C'mon baby girl, use your words. Did you?” He leans further forward, causing you to lean away again. You were resting on your elbows, looking up at him at this point. You bit your lip slightly, unable to speak so you just nod your head thinking of all the times your fingers worked themselves against your sensitive parts, the image of him in your head. You had always imagined what it would be like, what he'd smell like, what he looked like under his clothes but you never imagined it would actually happen. Now you were laying underneath him, his lips grazing your neck, his cologne invading your nostrils.

“Yeah? Fuck yourself with your fingers trying to imagine they were my dick instead?” His voice was raspy and quiet in your ear. By now his body was resting fully against yours, pinning you to the floor. You could feel his boner pressed against your leg. His hand slid under the edge of your skirt making you shiver, his calloused fingers grazing the skin as they trailed up your leg.

“Someone might see us,” You whimper, glancing away from him and up and down the long, empty hallway you were in the middle of.

“You'd like that wouldn't you? Solid proof that you got to fuck me for real,” A moan slips out of your mouth just by his words alone. The feeling of his warm and heavy body pressing you to the cold, hard floor made you ache between your legs. His hand trails even further up your thigh reaching the band of your panties. His fingers slowly graze you through the fabric causing your hips to jerk.

“God you're already soaked princess, I can feel it through these little panties,” You bit your lip at the words he's whispering in your ear and the feeling of his fingers slowly rubbing you. His lips finally press against your neck making you let out a moan. He nips the skin gently, making sure to not leave any marks that would be visible. You moved your hands from the floor and placed them firmly against his chest, feeling his strong pecs through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. You feel him smile against your neck as your hands wonder curiously over his chest, memorizing everything you can, hoping it isn't just a dream.

“I'm all yours, baby,” He whispers in your ear again while his finger slips your panties to the side to feel you further. You quietly whine, gripping his shirt as he slides one of his fingers into you. James hungrily connects his lips to yours, getting lost in the taste of you. His tongue pushes into your mouth, feeling every inch of you it can as it dances with yours. His finger slowly move in and out of your gummy walls, the wetness between your legs gradually increasing. He pulls his finger out, pushing two in, causing you to moan louder against his lips. You turn your head to the side, making his sloppy kisses stop.

“James please,” You cry out, his pace was painfully slow, making you beg for more. You didn't have to say anything else before he pulled his dripping fingers out of you and got to work on his belt. He unbuckled it, his eyes never leaving yours as he did. You brought your hands up to your chest and unbuttoned your coffee stained shirt, exposing your breasts to him. Lucky for him you had forgotten to put a bra on with the rush of the morning. A groan slips from him as he watches you squeeze the soft flesh. He pushes his jeans down just enough for his cock to slip out, holding the thing like a trophy in his hands. He gives you a smirk as he watches you drool over his size. You wanted to curse him for being right, all those times you stared up at that poster, your legs spread, wishing it was his dick in you instead of your fingers. Now it was actually happening and you were too drunk on the taste of him to be nervous. He pushed your legs further apart and situated himself between them, his tip grazing your entrance.

“You ready for all your dirty little fantasies to come true,” He grins with a whisper, his face dangerously close to yours. He grips your hips tightly as he drives himself into your wet walls. You throw your head back, wanting to scream in pleasure but only a quiet moan escapes.

“Gonna have to be quiet unless you want an audience,” James grunts into your ear before biting the skin. He jerks his hips, the size of him stretching you more than you had ever been, almost splitting you in two. You clutch his shoulders tightly, trying to hold on as he starts pounding into you. His body had you pinned down, making it hard to move but you couldn't care less. You grab the collar of his shirt, quickly unbuttoning the top buttons as he continues to thrust into you. His necklace falls out of his shirt, dangling in your face. You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer, connecting your lips with his exposed collarbone. He gladly lets you puppet him, groaning as you suck on the sensitive skin. He removes one of his hands from your hips before placing it above your head, supporting himself as he pushes deeper into your walls. You bite down harder, muffling your whines against his skin. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, your heels digging into the top of his ass.

“Mmmfuck.. Harder,” You moan, pulling him even closer. The cold metal from his necklace grazes against the exposed skin on your chest, making you shiver.

“I knew you'd be…fuck…dirty from the second I saw you,” He groans, pushing harder into you. His thrusts were deep enough you could feel him in your stomach. Everything in your body tingled, craving every bit of him.

“Thought you were being subtle, staring at me, but I knew this is what you wanted…wasn't it?” James leans down and kisses your breasts, biting your nipple harshly, making you squeal.

“Yeah…this is what..what I wanted,” James abruptly stops his movements and pulls out of you. You give him a puzzled look, having no time to react to him flipping you over with ease. He delivers a harsh smack against your ass, a moan slipping from your lips before he plunged himself into you again. Your hands grip at nothing against the floor as he pins your wrists together. His hips harshly smack against your ass, the sounds seeming to echo down the long empty hall. You weren't sure if you cared about anyone walking in on you anymore. He was right again, you'd like it if someone watched him fuck you like his life depended on it.

“Fucking hell,” He grits through his teeth. Your walls contract around him, drawing a groan from him. You could feel yourself getting close, the feeling of his thick cock, dragging against your tight walls at this angle was overwhelming. You didn't care if anyone heard your moans at this point, you were no longer holding back as his name spills from your mouth. Your sounds encourage him to push harder, his movements getting sloppy.

“I'm gonna cum,” You whine, the feeling washing over you, about to spill out. He grips you tighter, his cock twitching inside you.

“Yeah? Cum all over my cock, baby, do it,” His filthy words encourage you to let go. You swore it was the most intense orgasm you had ever had. You wanted to scream but nothing but a strangled whine came out. Your ears rang and your vision got blurry as you rode through your high, James hips still desperately snapping against your ass, chasing his own orgasm. His movements slowed as you felt his sticky cum coat your walls. He stayed inside you for a few seconds longer, pumping everything he could out of his cock before peeling himself out of you. Thick strands of his cum followed, getting on your legs and skirt, causing him to groan. He grabbed your panties that were only pushed to the side and snapped them back against your sensitive pussy, causing you to moan.

“They're probably looking for us,” James speaks, flipping you over onto your back. He keeps your legs wrapped around his waist, his eyes watching as his cum seeps out of you and soaks your panties.

“Mhmm.. probably,” You say quietly, your brain not able to think of much in your fucked out state. He grins at the sight of you, grabbing your arm and pulling a sharpie out of his pocket. He writes something on your arm before shoving the marker back into his pocket.

“Let's do this again sometime, yeah?” He leaves you with one last kiss, pinching your nipple, before shoving himself back into his pants and standing up, leaving you on the floor. You glance at your arm as he walks away, seeing his phone number sprawled across your forearm. You smile to yourself, wondering how the hell you got yourself into this situation, praying it wasn't just a dream.

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Wednesday, 11-27-24, 7pm Pacific

And it's a crisp, clear 47-degree evening here on San Francisco Bay, it will be dipping down to 41 by early morning. Mr. Baggins back with a set to soothe your achin' nerves and help ease us all into a good night. And we're reaching the end of our survey of the 1960 Karl Ristenpart recordings of Bach's Brandenburg Concerti, we've heard all but number six! Here is Brandenburg Concerto No. 6 in B-flat Major, BWV 1051. Karl Ristenpart leads The Chamber Orchestra of The Saar.

Now let's hear Guiomar Novaes in our third installment of her complete 1957 Vox recording of the Chopin Nocturnes. Tonight we hear "Side C" of the two record set, which contains the remaining Op. 37, #2 in G Major, the Op. 48 #1 C Minor and #2 F-Sharp Minor and Op. 55 #1 F Minor. Pour a beverage, sit back, and bask in the glow.

Now let's hear Fritz Reiner and The Chicago in their spirited turn at Schubert's 5th Symphony. It's a markedly light-hearted contrast to Toscanini's reading, which we heard in a previous evening's program. As with his Strauss Waltzes, Reiner was capable of incredibly lyrical and lilting readings where appropriate. Enjoy.

Now here's a rare treat, film of Reiner and the Band in 1954, playing Beethoven's Egmont Overture. Fascinating look into the discipline Reiner brought, from the initial "tuning A" and its abrupt ending, to that first weighted-with-history downbeat, the musicians are constantly glancing at The Boss, as it should be.

And now another rare treat: film of Vladimir Horowitz at Jimmy Carter's White House on February 26, 1978. Amazing historical document, from Horowitz' own version of the Star Spangled Banner forward, every moment amazing.

Another rare treat, Stokowski as an Old Lion, conducting the London Symphony Orchestra in one of his signature pieces in 1969, the Schubert Unfinished, Symphony No. 8 in B minor. It's also a contrast to the discipline of Reiner's Beethoven above...for the most part, these guys don't even glance in ol' Stokie's direction!

Staying with Schubert now, let's hear his Incidental Music to Rosamunde, D. 797. Here is George Szell with The Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, from 1957.

Let's hear the wonderful Elly Ameling with her rendition of Schubert's "Gretchen am Spinnerade", or Gretchen at the Spinning Wheel, from 1965. Jorg Demus accompanies her on an 1835 Viennese piano.

Here, as a small encore, is Schubert's "Seligkeit", from the same concert.

And with that gorgeous performance by the young Miss Ameling we bring tonight's program to a close. This is Mr. Baggins, signing off for now, hoping you have enjoyed the selections I chose for this evening, and perhaps heard something new to your ear. I'll return at 8am Pacific with our Morning Coffee Music.

Until then, dream sweet dreams, babies, dream sweet dreams.

Baggins out.

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From The New York Times; Dec. 30, 1920

SELMA KURZ HERE FOR AMERICAN TOUR; Famous Polish Prima Donna Has Mastered Her Fear of an Atlantic Crossing. NOTABLE CAREER ABROAD Long Favorite of the Vienna Opera Going Public, She Owes Her Success to a Chance Discovery of Her Voice.

Selma Kurz; known throughout Europe ‘as a leading coloratura soprano and famous particularly for her echievements at the Vienna Opera House, of. which she has been the pride for many years, has arrived in this city, almost unannounced, to make a tour of the United States.’ Her first appearance will be on Sunday, Jan. 9, at the Hippodrome with the National Symphony Orchestra, of which Artur Bodansky is conductor. In an interview with a Times reporter in her suite at the St.Regia; Mme.Kurz yesterday expressed keen delight over her forthcoming opportunity to sing before the American public, which she has been informed is most cordial. She is under the management of Otokar Bartik. Mme. Kyrz’s rise in the operatic.world is the.story of a girl in: humble surroundings, whose gift of song, discovered. by accident, was. developed by wealthy benefactors, who had the satisfaction in return of seeing their protége sought by the leading operatic managers of Europe. At Covent Garden, London, she won the admiration of British audiences and her success was no less when she sang in Paris. In thé days of the Czar she was literally showered with gold’ and gems when she sang .in Moscow and Petrograd.

Yet Mme.. Kurz somewhat wistfully admitted yesterday, as she reclined on a couch recuperating from her voyage and from her first strenuous. sight-seeingi n New-York, that hey destiny in her A hood days seemed” to lead to no more hopeful. than the life of a seamstress. , ‘““My parents were poor,”’ said Mme. Kurz, “‘and my needlework was necessary to help keep our family of eleven children together. My father was an umbrella mender in the little town of Bieliza, Poland. As I was skillful with the needle, I devoted most of my time to needlework, Perhaps it was that which made me want to sing to break the tedium of the work. ‘‘‘‘ In the factory where I used to work t| 1: often burst into song almost unconsciously. Sometimes I did not realize what was doing until the forewoman would touch me on the shoulder and give me this gentle reprimand: * You. should not sing so tempo—so slowly—because the other girls are. listening,- and it makes them work slowly, too. You should sing a lively melody, stitch . they will stitch with more spee While singing ‘as shé went about hérduties at home one day the giris voice attracted the attention of two boy playmates of her brother Mano, now a resident of San Francisco. They told the cantor of the synagogue in Bieliza about the wonderful voice they had heard, and on seeking. her out and hearing her sing he wee equally impréssed. He . inte ed in her behalf with -a wealthy Polish family, who agreed to provide for her musical education, When she appeared in. Vienna in the ttile réle of Thomas's "Mignon ’’ her success was immediate.

Mme. Kurz has a voice of great compass, her range being from low. A. to High F. Tp. describing it. Mr. Bartik a that Kienzl, composer of the ras ‘ The Evangelist ’ and “ Ran des Vaohes,' has. confirmed several times, with the watch in hand, that her trill has lasted forty seconds.’’ — her principarts are Gilda, Rigoletto; Luela the Queen, in — Meyerbeer's “ Huguenots * ; the title réles. in ‘‘ Traviata,”’ Lakmé,’’ and ‘ Dinorah ’’; Rosina, in ‘ The Barber of Seville ’’; Adina, in “ Elisir ’' Amina in La sonnambula; Norina, Don Pasquale ”’ Marie, in “La Fille du régiment‘; Queen of the Night, in Mozart's and Martha’; Elvira, in “‘ Ernani,”’ Other than coloratura parts include Madame Butterfly.”Mignon'', Eva in Meistersinger,’’ and Marguerite, in ‘' Faust. In deference to the American public a number of selections in English during her present tour. Among. these are ‘Il Penseroso,’’ by Handel, to Milton’s ‘words, and a number of familiar lyrics. She sings in French, Italian and Polish. In addition and: Polish, in addition English Mme. has been occasioned largely by the attractive compensation given ‘to prominent artists'here. It is necessary for her: to reco re her finances because, as she explain ever since the beginning of the war she has devoted her services to. the Vienna Opera’ House without charge, as did moſt of the other stars, who Were willing ~ ——— financial remuneration rather than see opera come to a standstill She planned to come to America ‘when Heinrich: Conried was head of the Metropolitan Opera company. She then contracted ninety performances, tly the agreement was not eesh ould "te said . that “her trip” to s time was marked by. no tuntoward — although she admitted that she was quite seasick the first day.

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S&M - Metallica and the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra, 1999.

After Garage Inc., Metallica released their second live album, this time with a symphony playing behind them.

It works really well, particularly with the older songs. The orchestral backgrounds and violins add a lot of depth and atmosphere, with out distracting from or changing the songs. It’s a very enjoyable tour of their hits with a symphonic accompaniment.

The stand out tracks are the new song, played live here here first, “No Leaf Clover”, and “One” has an even more frenetic and stressful sound to it that really fits.

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Elayne Jones

Elayne Jones was born in New York City in 1928. Jones overcame racial discrimination to have a distinguished career as a timpanist. In 1958, she became a substitute player for the New York Philharmonic, making her the orchestra's first black musician. Jones was also involved in the creation of the New World Symphony Orchestra, the US' first racially integrated orchestra. In 1972, she was chosen for the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra, becoming the first black musician to attain a principal position with a major orchestra. Jones was denied tenure with the SFO, a decision that sparked a national controversy over discrimination in classical music. The head of the San Francisco Opera decided to retain her as the opera's timpanist, and she would remain in this position for more than 20 years. In 2019, Jones was inducted into the Percussive Arts Society Hall of Fame.

Elayne Jones died in 2022 at the age of 94.

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umbrella academy characters as music on my playlist of my favorite classical pieces

luther: Symphony No. 6 in F Major, Op. 68 “Pastoral”: II. Szene am Bach: (Andante molto mosso) - Ludwig Van Beethoven (performed by Orchestre Révolutionnaire et Romantique with John Eliot Gardiner as the conductor) 

fits season three luther the best

this is the lightest movement of the symphony, which i think fits in with him falling in love with sloane and working on growing through his childhood trauma

the last phrase of the piece is viewed as two birds taking flight. that’s literally him and sloane. 

diego: Träumerei (Kinderderszenen, Op. 15) - Gemafrei - Robert Schumann (performed by Ronny Matthes)

also fits season three diego best

this is from a collection of schumann writing pieces that highlight his life (this one is from his dreaming during childhood)

he now has a child (in stan and in his and lila’s biological child) and is essentially dreaming of all the ways he’s going to do better at raising his kid than his dad did for him

allison: Piano Sonata No. 3 in A Minor, Op. 28 - Sergei Prokofiev (performed by Matti Raekallio)

this is a piano sonata that doesn’t have actual movements separating it into chunks, just a vibe difference throughout different parts of it

the most technically demanding of prokofiev piano sonatas and he said it was “pretty, interesting, and practical” (which fits allison pretty well) 

klaus: Otello, Act 4: “Ave Maria” (Desdemona) - Guiseppe Verdi (performed by Cristina Gallardo-Domas, Maurizio Barbacini, and Das Münchner Rundfunkorchester)

desdemona’s last moments on stage before getting murdered by her husband, and she’s essentially saying “i love this man with my whole heart and i need to prove that to him before something drastic happens” 

klaus is very much so the same due to his whole “i love dave with my whole heart and i need to prove that to him before he dies in a war that uselessly killed a shit ton of people” 

they’re also both characters that are unapologetically in love

five: String Quartet No. 8 in C Minor, Op. 110: 1. Largo - Dmitri Shostakovich (performed by the Borodin Quartet)

if the second movement is five in seasons one and two, the first movement is five in season three

he’s pissed off with the world around him, yet he’s stuck with this bone deep tiredness that he can’t get rid of

he just wants all the difficulties in his life to fade away so he can go back to living as close to a normal life as he can

ben: Act 3: LII. Juliet’s Death - Sergei Prokofiev (performed by the Oslo Philharmonic Orchestra with Vasily Petrenko as the conductor)

ben is dead in season one and two, but the audience knows that he’s still capable of interacting with others due to klaus’s powers, and the audience knows juliet isn’t actually dead, but romeo thinks she is

this movement is one of the most heart-wrenching in all of classical music 

the movement that follows is juliet’s actual death, ending on an even sadder note that this movement began with (similar to ben fucking dying again)

viktor: Symphony No. 4 in F Minor, Op. 36: I. Andante sostenuto - Moderato con anima - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (performed by San Francisco Orchestra with Michael Tilson Thomas as the conductor)

it’s believed that tchaikovsky composed this when he was pissed off at the world for his inability to be openly queer and he just ended up being tired of everything

follows viktor’s storyline of coming into your true identity and trying to find a sense of confidence with it

lila: Piano Trio in G Major, L. 5: III. Andante espressivo - Claude Debussy (performed by Bertrand Chamayou)

very little is known about the history of the piece (which fits lila)

there’s a lot of emotion present with a lot of vibrato present in the stringed instruments, giving an additional sense of longing

the climax of the piece is very accented, giving it a sense of almost sadness and keeping that longing present

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The Call of Ktulu (Live feat. SFSO) - Metallica