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now playing: spiegel im spiegel

on my 5 minute drive to work, i often listen to wprb, public radio from princeton university. i love them because they play such an eclectic assemblage of music, and i love hearing new things. this morning was a classical show, and they were playing a piece that simply haunted me. so i looked it up and purchased it on itunes. and i've been listening to it all day. it is called 'spiegel im spiegel,' which in german means mirror in a mirror (or mirrors in a mirror), and is appropriately named as the triads seem to repeat in beautifully reflected ways, like looking at several angled mirrors at once. it is a pensive piece of music, with piano and cello, written by arvo part in 1978. i find it to be relaxing and beautiful and inspiring, and i hope you might, too. there are several versions of it on you tube (and several versions in various movies and tv shows, too), and this is one of them. it is 8 minutes long, but close your eyes and relax for a moment.

Comments

Max02 said…
Beautiful
Crafty P said…
sigh.
monica said…
Joel has been playing arvo part around here for about 10 years. its our sunday morning breakfast music. he said you should check out Gorecki Symphony number 3. there are clips on you tube. by the way we are going to an OTR concert in covington this weekend. good music all around
Cindy M. said…
I just have downloaded it as well and it will go on my next playlist for my hatha yoga flow class. Thanks Greg for this amazing pece of creative work!

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