#classicalmusicians

[opera-ghosts]

Pol Plancon (Bass) - Cantique de Noel (Adam) (1906)

Pol Plançon sings 'Cantique de Noel,' recorded by Victor in New York on 23 January 1906.

Pol Henri Plançon (12 June 1851 – 11 August 1914) was a French operatic bass (basse chantante). He was one of the most acclaimed singers active during the 1880s, 1890s and early 20th century—a period often referred to as the 'Golden Age of Opera.'

In addition to being among the earliest international opera stars to have made recordings, he was a versatile singer who performed roles ranging from Sarastro in Mozart's The Magic Flute to the core bass roles by Meyerbeer, Gounod, Verdi and Wagner, among others.

He was renowned for his legato singing as well as for his diction, tone, intonation, and mastery of ornaments and fioriture.

“O Holy Night” (“Cantique de Noël”) is a well-known Christmas carol composed by Adolphe Adam in 1847 to the French poem “Minuit, chrétiens” by Placide Cappeau (1808-1877), a wine merchant and poet. Cappeau was asked to write a Christmas poem by a parish priest. It has become a standard modern carol for solo performance with an operatic finish.

In the carol, the singer recalls the birth of Jesus. It was translated into English by Unitarian minister John Sullivan Dwight, editor of Dwight's Journal of Music in 1855, and lyrics also exist in other languages.

On 24 December 1906, Reginald Fessenden, a Canadian inventor, broadcast the first AM radio program, which included him playing “O Holy Night” on the violin. The carol therefore appears to have been the first piece of music to be broadcast on radio. It later appeared in an edition of carols by Josiah Armes, published by Oxford in 1936, subsequently increasing its popularity.

[claicy]

🚨 Follow me on Spotify...

...for reimagined classical and instrumental music. Just click the link on top of this pin 👆

[maestroeternal]

It’s been a while since I’ve uploaded a Midnight Synth Session so I thought I’d share one I did a few months ago but never got the chance to share at the time. I always love the synth pads/ sound patches I find on my Roland and I love simply vibing on the feeling of the synth. Right now my Roland Fantom X8 is in storage 😭 But I’m tempted to break it out because I miss these synth improv jam session so much! The full video is around 5mins long so I might upload it to YouTube if anyone is interested in seeing/hearing the whole session. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this mini synth sesh. Thanks for watching! ✌️

[indianclassicalmusicindia]

Pandit. Kalyan Mukherjea, a sarod legend, revolutionized the art with his innovative techniques and vast understanding of raag. His mastery expanded the sarod's potential, inspiring a new generation of musicians.

[juancarlosbassoon]

Hoy salió !!!

Escúchalo y sígueme por Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/track/1n3qkvEW6zhwtb039oCeEJ?si=jwKb2XJTQ4WRpVWZ3tRSeQ

[migueldelaguila]

Miguel del Aguila's 2023-2024 concert season wraps up with his new album #WindsyncplaysMigueldelaguila recently making 1st. place in the Billboard Classical Music Charts. Here some more upcoming May concerts in the US, Europe and Japan by Imani Winds, Entrequatre, Powers-delaTorre Duo and Akihiko Kondo.

[lesdupont]

LES DUPONT // NEW SINGLE // MILLE PLATEAUX Here we are! It's the big day for the release of the new DUPONT ambient-jazz single MILLE PLATEAUX on Lysis Label. Enjoy and share with all your friends!… Listen/Buy digital https://bfan.link/mille-plateaux-1 Watch video https://youtu.be/WAMPnkY3ubY

[kccisfuckingmagical]

Bach to you

(Kerstin Casparij x ClassicalMusician!Reader)

The front door clicked shut with a quiet finality, and you didn’t need to look up from your sheet music to know who it was. The heavy sigh, the shuffling of boots being kicked off, the way the air in the flat seemed to sag with exhaustion—it was all unmistakably her.

Kerstin.

You kept playing, your fingers dancing over the keys of your oboe, the rich, mournful tones of Bach’s Oboe Concerto in A minor filling the space. The melody was steady, deliberate—a lifeline if she wanted to take it.

A soft thud told you she’d dropped her bag. Then, silence. You glanced up just in time to see her lean against the doorframe of the living room, still in her training gear, her hair a messy halo of blonde strands escaping her ponytail. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her shoulders were slumped in a way that made your chest ache.

She didn’t say anything. Just watched you, her expression unreadable.

You finished the movement before lowering your oboe, offering her a small smile. “Rough day?”

Kerstin exhaled sharply, rubbing her face. “Becks’ done her ankle in training. Again. That’s twice in three months.”

You winced sympathetically. “God, not before Chelsea?”

“Exactly.” She groaned, sinking onto the couch beside you, her body collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut. “And now we’re down another defender. It’s freaking exhausting.”

You set your oboe carefully on its stand and reached for her hand, threading your fingers through hers. Her skin was warm, calloused from hours of training in the gym, her nails short and practical. You squeezed gently, voice soft and careful. “You’re allowed to be tired, love.”

She let out a shaky breath, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I know. It’s just—sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever catch a break.”

You hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. “Want me to keep playing?”

Kerstin nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. “Please. It’s the only thing that doesn’t feel like it’s asking something from me right now.”

You chuckled softly, lifting your oboe again. “Bach it is, then.”

As you played, the music wrapped around her like a blanket, the familiar phrases weaving through the tension in her muscles, coaxing her to relax. By the time you reached the adagio, her head had dropped, her breathing slow and even.

You smiled, moved over to her side, pressing another kiss to her hair. “Better?”

She mumbled something unintelligible against your shirt, but the way her fingers tightened around yours was answer enough.

Cheesy? Maybe. But sometimes, after a day like today, cheesy was exactly what she needed.

The morning of the Chelsea match dawned with that particular Manchester gloom that clung to the windows and made the city feel hushed. Kerstin had left before sunrise, her pre-match routine beginning in the dark. You'd felt the bed dip as she rose, her lips brushing your temple in a silent goodbye.

By the time you woke properly, the flat was empty save for the lingering scent of her coffee. You stretched, your fingers itching for your oboe—match days always made you restless. Settling at your music stand, you flipped through your performance binder until you landed on the glossy sleeve of your album with the Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra. Bach: The Oboe Concertos.The recording engineers had captured the rich, woody timbre of your Loreé oboe perfectly.

You send the recording through your family shared Apple Music and sent it to Kerstin:

You🎵: For when the pitch feels too loud. Track 3. xx

The three dots appeared immediately:

Kerstin⚽️: Stealing my pre-match playlist spot from Stormzy. This is abuse.

Kerstin⚽️: Thank you. 🩵

Kerstin waited until the physio had finished strapping her ankles before pulling up the album on her phone. She'd downloaded it months ago—of course she had—but never dared play it where anyone might hear. Now, as the dressing room buzzed with pre-match energy, she connected her headphone with Bluetooth. (the nice one you'd bought her last Christmas) and let the opening notes of the A minor concerto fill her ears.

The effect was instantaneous. The tightness between her shoulders eased as your oboe's familiar voice wrapped around her. She closed her eyes, imagining you in your concert blacks, fingers flying over the silver keys—

"Bloody hell, is this classical?"

Kerstin's eyes flew open to see Jess Park looming over her, peering onto her screen, one eyebrow arched. Across the room, her best team buddy Mary Fowler's head snapped up like a meerkat's.

Kerstin stopped the track. "It's just—"

"Wait." Jess squinted her eyes. "Is this—?"

Jill Roord was already crossing the room, looking into Kerstin’s phone, her grin widening. "No. Way. This isn't just classical, this is y/n’s classical." She jabbed a finger at Kerstin's phone. "That's your missus!"

The dressing room erupted.

“Ooh, let's hear!" Laia abandoned her last minute hair adjustments.

Kerstin made a valiant attempt to shield her phone, but Jill was quicker, connecting her phone into the locker room’s speaker, and cranking the volume until your cadenza soared through the room.

Viv Miedema actually paused mid-stretch. "Jesus, she's good."

"Course she is," Jill crowed, dodging Kerstin's swipe. "She's at the Hallé! This is what you called? The real posh stuff!"

Kerstin buried her face in her hands as Mary started dramatically conducting an imaginary orchestra.

The game was everything they'd feared—physical, relentless, with Chelsea pressing high from the first whistle. By the 65th minute, Kerstin's kit was streaked with grass and sweat, her voice hoarse from organising the backline.

Then it happened: a late tackle that sent her sprawling, the ref waving play on. Kerstin rolled to her feet, blood roaring in her ears—

And there it was. The melody.

Not through any headphones, but in her bones, in the rhythm of her breathing. The opening phrase of your adagio movement rose unbidden, and before she could stop herself, she was humming it under her breath as she jogged back into position.

Lauren James, marking her tightly, gave her the most bewildered side-eye. "What the hell?"

From nearby, Jill choked back a laugh. "She's gone full Mozart!"

Kerstin ignored them, only mentally correcting her national teammate. It’s fucking Bach, you uncivilised barbarian. Focusing on the imaginary oboe line as she tracked back. The tension in her chest unraveled note by note.

After the loss against Chelsea four days ago, Man City finally won this Champions League 1st leg match 2-0 courtesy to Viv’s brace.

You were annotating a new orchestral score in the living room when the front door slammed.

"I'm never living this down," Kerstin announced, flopping onto the sofa face-first.

You marked your place with a pencil. "Let me guess—"

"Jill made the entire bus listen to your album. Twice." Her voice was muffled by the cushions. "Lily Murphy keeps calling me 'Maestro.'"

You bit your lip. "And did it—"

"Work?" Kerstin rolled over, fixing you with a glare that lacked any real heat. "Unfortunately." She tugged you down beside her, your oboe calluses catching against her warm palms. "Next time I’ll listen to your tracks under a Taylor Swift album cover"

You giggled and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Pretty sure that’s copyright infringement, mijn liefje."

kerstin_casparij Shoutout to my personal oboist for the pre-match playlist upgrade 🎶 Bach being superior to Chelsea. @yourinstagram

[okkotszn]

symphonies

character - miguel o'hara x classicalmusician!reader headcanons

warnings - none

— notes; this is a little self indulgent as i'm a classical musician...anyways stream mahler 3!! also wow i'm posting two times in a week...

at first he’s indifferent towards you, thinking you’re like every other spider-person that's incredibly annoying

except…when he actually meets you he finds out you’re a musician? he really hopes you’re not like hobie…

but you’re a classical musician…so hopefully you’re not as insufferable!

he’s not very well versed in the classical world and he’s only ever heard of mozart and beethoven…maybe tchaikovsky

you might tend to listen to it a lot and after miguel warms up to you, he won’t admit he’s a bit interested in learning more about the genre

you’ll be listening to mahler 1 or shostakovich 5 and he’ll be wondering why people think classical music is calming. he can’t focus at all!

start introducing him to more classics: the planets, an american in paris, and maybe even dvorak 9.

don’t forget the concertos! he’d probably really love rachmaninoff's 2nd piano concerto because i mean who doesn’t

you two would have little listening sessions together

take him to your dimension to see the ny phil! if you perform, let him come to your concerts!

he’d love nothing more than to support you

[pianotunerwolverhampton]

🎹 🎵 Tuning a 'Steck' Grand Piano dating from 1930 in Pattingham, South Staffordshire,. 🎹 🎵

#steck #musicians #music #pattingham #Patshull #southstaffordshire #shropshire #yamahapiano #pianotuner #grand #piano #pianotuners #pianotuning #classicalmusicians #classicalpiano

[maestroeternal]

✨Inside the vastness of the universe, who are you?✨

My new EP & final release of this year is finally OUT now on Bandcamp today!!! My last release Dream-Land was released at the beginning of 2023. So I’m happy to finally share something I’ve been working on! I’m so excited to share “Visions of a Nobody”! It was an EP born out of inspiration, healing and wonderment of the universe. It includes 3 tracks + one bonus track that is a Bandcamp exclusive track for this release. Meaning the bonus track will not be added to any other streaming platform, just as an added little feature of this particular release.

I really hope you will have a chance to check it out and enjoy it! It always means the world to me! And I always love to hear your thought about everything, so let me know what you think if you get a chance to ✨📀✨

[chiltern100]

pianist's socks

[johnmcarthurpiano]

🎶 HOMAGE is a short film on John McArthur's return to music after 20 years. Click and scroll down to watch.

[migueldelaguila]

Selected March performances of my music. Join us at some of these events!

MigueldelAguila #americanclassicalmusic #contemporarycomposer #classicalmusicperformance #musicconcert #americancomposers #classicalmusician #musicevent #composerspotlight #livemusic #classical #composer #musician #performance #concert #contemporary #event #music

chambermusic #2024

Info: https://migueldelaguila.com

[lesdupont]

Schubert Trio is on the THE FRIDGE EP1 (DIGITAL EP) 2012 LYS 023