Violin Concerto No. 1 in G minor: Max Bruch & Beethoven :))

I have been listening to this, since Saturday. It has been keeping me sane, amidst the marking frenzy. : ) 

Mother Dearest, Mother Fairest, in this month of May, ora pro nobis (for all teachers), dankeschoen! Deo gratias et Mariae!

Max Bruch (1838-1920)

Violin Concerto No. 1 in G minor, Op. 26

Yehudi Menuhin, violin

performed in 1961

Conductor: Ferenc Fricsay 

Orchestra/Ensemble: Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra

the next few videos are of the same music, but performed (and thus interpreted) by different people: Itzhak Perlman (b. 1945), violin
André Previn (b. 1929), conductor
London Symphony Orchestra

Written in 1866.

Recorded in 1973.

I. Prelude: Allegro moderato II. Adagio

III. Finale: Allegro energico

For my easy reference, again: 6 hours worth of Beethoven:



Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Anne, Therese, I love You; Save Souls!
Jesu mitis et humilis corde, Fac cor nostrum secundum Cor tuum. (ter)
Deus propitius esto mihi peccatori.

Queen of the May, O Mother Dearest!

Our Lady of Good Counsel

Here's a favourite hymn of mine, Queen of the May, on our dearest Lady. Very beautiful hymn, I found it on the Transalpine Redemptorists At Home blog yesterday, together with the picture above, on Our Lady of Good Counsel, here's the hymn:

Queen of the May

Bring flowers of the rarest,
Bring blossoms the fairest,

From garden and woodland and hillside and dale,

Our full hearts are swelling,

Our glad voices telling

The praise of the loveliest Flower of the Vale.

O Mary, we crown Thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May
O Mary, we crown Thee with blossoms today
Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May

Their Lady they name Thee,
Their Mistress proclaim Thee,
Oh grant that thy children on earth be as true

As long as the bowers

Are radiant with flowers,

As long as the azure shall keep its bright hue

Sing gaily in chorus,
The bright angels o’er us

Re-echo the strains we begin upon earth;

Their harps are repeating

The notes of our greeting,

For Mary Herself is the cause of our mirth.

Jesus, Mary, I love Thee; Save Souls!

Regina Caeli, Laetare, Alleluia!

Our Lady with an O so beautiful bouquet of Roses, sometime last year, at the priory in Singapore.

(picture courtesy of The Sleepless Eye)