Thursday, January 28, 2010

OK, Leningrad Cowboys, They Ain't...
Music and images to stir the soul

From one of my all time favorite movies.


If this doesn't get your Germanic blood stirred up, nothing will.


Sure beats the hell out of 'On Eagles's Wings', doesn't it?

9 Comments:

Blogger Sonja said...

I could kiss you for this! What a most beautiful rendition of Ave Maria! Thank you. Thank you.

Please hear Diana Durbin's version which is also magnificent. Especially considering her young age at the time.

Wow. That was so fabulous.

2:05 PM  
Blogger Sonja said...

Oops. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lT_b_MWrJQU

6:50 PM  
Blogger Simplex Vir said...

The only thing in this world that lifts my heart to heaven like the Ave Maria when it is sung is the TLM.

No matter where I am or what I am doing this prayer when sung in this manner stops me in my tracks and makes me feel as if I am sorrounded by thousands of Angels singing to heaven.

I can tell by the people's faces in the audience I must not be the only one.

Caveness, you bet your new youtube camera this is better than Eagle Wings. Nothing compares!

8:42 PM  
Blogger Former Altar Boy said...

Beautiful rendition; beautiful woman. Gosh, I think even some of the Protestants in that crowd were stirred. Imagine what it might do if that was sung once a month at the Novus Ordo Masses and every Sunday at every TLM -- some of then might start coming by more often just to hear that.

10:17 PM  
Blogger Al said...

While I prefer Perry Como's, this still comes in way ahead of Eagle's Wings.

1:31 AM  
Blogger JLS said...

I once had an audio tape with a collection of singers singing Ave Maria, famous singers. This one sure sounds like one on that tape. It perhaps is the best one I've ever heard. I've spent hours at times searching Youtube for Ave Maria singers, and this one is better than Olde Milwaukee.

I was once driving a freeway in SoCal in the waning commuter traffic in the evening. Two hundred yards ahead a lone tractor with no trailer suddenly went up in the air in fragments, with a black smoke cloud. Later I learned that its fuel tank had exploded.

There was one vehicle between us. This old Cherokee went up about 20 or more feet, flipped and landed on its side. I weaved through the huge pieces of truck debris all over the road, and pulled over to the emergency phone on the shoulder.

There was an instant stream of cars and worktrucks stopped all over the place with men out, on their feet and with voices a rapid organization being set up ... which was obviously combat vets due to the speed at which they "deployed" including maybe a few corpsmen and medics from the way it looked and sounded. The cab was upside down and the driver was suspended in the seatbelt.

Next to me was the Cherokee with ... I forgot to say that I had been playing this tape of Ave Maria singers at this time, and of course singing along ... sort of.

Illegal immigrants were climbing out of this overturned Jeep. The driver however was a sixtyish nun in one of those "habits" disguised as a gray business suit/skirt thing. All appeared ok except one young man who was bleeding out of both ears among other places. I directed these confused people to tend to him carefully, which they then did.

The CHP woman officer by then was approching on foot and was being beckoned to the cab with driver, to summons an ambulance. I diverted her attention to have her call for two. I then got some flak by the other group of good samaritans, but I prevailed. I looked at the nun, eye to eye, as to say that I knew the situation with what she was doing, but that I was there to help. She was still trying to get a grip but was handling it ok.

I then walked over towards the upside down cab to see what was happening there. But as I got close to it, to the circle around it, and witnessed the men giving it everything they could to save the driver, I sensed that he wasn't going to make it.

I could "feel" death, and I could almost see it in the air. It was black like that cloud of the explosion but thin, hard to really see.

I went on my way, and returned by there an hour later, passing two ambulances headed into the city and the hospital. One of them did not seem to be in a hurry. I was still listening to my Ave Maria tape, but it had taken on a new dimension, which had changed from a pleasant curiosity to a haunting kind of opening into eternity.

2:02 AM  
Blogger Robert said...

I enjoy listening to Carmina Burana as much as the next guy, but I can't see how a choral work in Latin could stir ones Germanic blood....unless you're referring to the fact that Carl Orff collaborated with the Nazis.

8:30 AM  
Blogger Vir Speluncae Catholicus said...

Well lemme see, Robert -- other than Orff being German, and this particular piece being in the German heroic operatic tradition (sung in Latin or otherwise)... I don't see anything Germanic about it either.

And I guess in light that Wagner was a personal fav of Herr Hitler, I don't see much Germanic about his music, either.

12:32 PM  
Blogger mailvh said...

Very Nice...Everytime I hear this song, and sung so beautifully, you just can't help but to think that Our Lady is looking down with gladness. What a little thing to offer to such a Lovely Mother, and surely She accepts it whether it be something small or big, as long as it comes from a loving heart.

9:27 PM  

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