Since we're speaking of the good ol' days

denyeverything1 reminded me about an essay I wrote in SV once upon a time, so I unearthed it from ye olde rose_emily LJ and reposted it onto my site, here. The synopsis is that I'm talking about male vocal types and how we relate heroism to tenors. It all comes back to Smallville and Clark Kent.

Since we're speaking of the good ol' days

denyeverything1 reminded me about an essay I wrote in SV once upon a time, so I unearthed it from ye olde rose_emily LJ and reposted it onto my site, here. The synopsis is that I'm talking about male vocal types and how we relate heroism to tenors. It all comes back to Smallville and Clark Kent.

Eli, Eli

Since there's been some discussion regarding the essay I reposted earlier, I made an effort and found a recording of the moment I discuss in the essay, from Heinrich Schütz's Matthäus-Passion. I even cropped it down to the actual brief part of the larger work.

On relistening, I'm struck by how much the strength of the Evangelist (tenor) voice reinforces my argument. Haha... but in all seriousness, the bass singing the part of Jesus in this recording is not very strong and that weakens the moment a little for me. But hopefully you'll hear it anyway!

(In defense of the poor bass, the tenor has since gone on to considerable fame and even fortune, which is a rare enough event for a music student. The bass, I've heard nothing about since I left school shortly after this was recorded.)

The other apology I must make is for the obnoxious baby cooing throughout. Long story short, there was this dumbass formerly in our choir who always brought his annoying child to EVERY SINGLE CONCERT. I mean, I'm all for children being exposed to music, but this was literal babe in arms. GO HOME. FIND CHILDCARE.

The link: here on Sendspace

The text, translated:

Evangelist (the tenor): From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land.

About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice,

Jesus (the bass): "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

Evangelist (the tenor): —which means,

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

***

Wow, it still totally gives me shivers.

Eli, Eli

Since there's been some discussion regarding the essay I reposted earlier, I made an effort and found a recording of the moment I discuss in the essay, from Heinrich Schütz's Matthäus-Passion. I even cropped it down to the actual brief part of the larger work.

On relistening, I'm struck by how much the strength of the Evangelist (tenor) voice reinforces my argument. Haha... but in all seriousness, the bass singing the part of Jesus in this recording is not very strong and that weakens the moment a little for me. But hopefully you'll hear it anyway!

(In defense of the poor bass, the tenor has since gone on to considerable fame and even fortune, which is a rare enough event for a music student. The bass, I've heard nothing about since I left school shortly after this was recorded.)

The other apology I must make is for the obnoxious baby cooing throughout. Long story short, there was this dumbass formerly in our choir who always brought his annoying child to EVERY SINGLE CONCERT. I mean, I'm all for children being exposed to music, but this was literal babe in arms. GO HOME. FIND CHILDCARE.

The link: here on Sendspace

The text, translated:

Evangelist (the tenor): From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land.

About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice,

Jesus (the bass): "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

Evangelist (the tenor): —which means,

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

***

Wow, it still totally gives me shivers.

Fic: Fermata

Rating: PG
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Length: 430 words
Summary: In the Tactus universe, but really all you need to know is that John and Rodney are music profs together. A little tiny outtake from a moment in their lives.

Read it over here at mcsmooch.