The idea is to fill Facebook with music, breaking the monotony of selfies and sensationalism. If you like this post, youll be assigned a letter that begins an artist/band, album or song. Post it on your timeline along with this text above and the music you were given. I was given the letter N by Scott Porritt - I have chosen a popular portion of NABUCCO, one of Giuseppi Verdis many Italian operas... Here is a brief history, story, and translation for your enjoyment.... Verdi’s opera NABUCCO is perhaps best known for “Va, pensiero “ (The Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves), which attained both musical and political significance when the opera premiered in 1842. At the point in the opera when “Va, pensiero” is sung, the Hebrews are being held captive in Babylon. The Babylonians have threatened to kill them, which sparks an argument between the High Priest of Baal, Abigaille and King Nabucco. Taking a moment of respite from their forced labor along the banks of the river, the Hebrew exiles bid their plaintive thoughts to fly “on golden wings” toward their beloved homeland. Legend has it that those early audiences demanded an encore (repeat) of “Va, pensiero” at Teatro alla Scala in Milan. “Va, pensiero” became the Italians song of liberation, for, in the oppressed Hebrews, they found a symbol of their own longing for Risorgimento (resurgence or reunification) and an end to Austrian rule. The chorus became the underground revolutionary song for the Liberal Party, and the composers name became V.E.R.D.I., a slogan meaning Vittorio Emanuele Re DItalia (Victor Emmanuel King of Italy), a reference to the sole native dynasty in Italy and the focus of nationalist hopes for unity. The phrase was scrolled on walls and spoken in public gatherings as a buzz-word openly expressing defiance of the occupying foreign powers. English Translation: Fly, thought, on wings of gold; Go settle upon the slopes and the hills, Where, soft and mild, the sweet airs of our native land smell fragrant! Greet the banks of the Jordan and Zions toppled towers... Oh, my country, so beautiful and lost! Oh, remembrance, so dear and so fatal! Golden harp of the prophetic seers, Why dost thou hang mute upon the willow? Rekindle our bosoms memories and Speak to us of times gone by! Mindful of the fate of Jerusalem, Give forth a sound of crude lamentation. May the Lord inspire you a harmony of voices which may instill virtue to suffering. https://youtube/watch?v=gaXE0v0bJoE
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 17:11:11 +0000
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