Übersetzung und Elin Manahan hilft mir

Ich übersetzte grad ins Deutsch. Alles für Montag, wenn ich wieder im Unterricht sitzen muss. Aber darüber kann ich mich nicht beklagen - die Lehrerin ist einfach toll und super nett, macht alles schon viel interessanter.
Der Text lautet "Der Papst besucht seine Heimat". Passend für eine junge Katholikin...

Dagegen muss ich erwähnen, wie zauberhaft Elin Manahan ist. Ich liebe ihre Stimme und sie macht alles einfacher und leichter beim Lernen. Ich merke sofort, wie ich auch zurück zu klassischer Musik gehe. Die ist natürlich ein Teil von meiner Kindheit und meine alte Flamme (Klavier). Schön zu wissen, dass ich sie immer noch schätzen kann.

Ich teil mit, einem Lied von der Manahan gesungen (geht nur, wenn man Spotify hat). Viel Spaß!

Elin Manahan Thomas – Morgen

Thomas Mann + Richard Wagner

Heute Abend werde ich den Literatur-Unterricht teilnehmen. Hab schon "Tristan" von Thomas Mann gelesen. Erstes Mal hatte ich nichts verstanden, da ich todmüde und auf einem Zug nach Stockholm war. Ich hatte, zum zweiten Mal, gestern früh am Morgen das Buch noch wieder gelesen, und dann, plötzlich alles verstanden.

Und jetzt, als ich die Fragen Kataloge vorbereite, hör ich zu Wagners Oper "Tristan und Isolde", die ich noch nie gehört hab. Obwohl es schwer ist zu hören, was Tristan, Isolde und die anderen singen, hab ich das Libretto auf'm Internet gefunden. Das Liebestod ist schön aber am schönsten ist immer "Unsere Liebe heißt es nicht Tristan und Isolde?".

Ich will etwas mit Nachdruck sagen, und zwar, es ist, dass Romeo und Juliet nichts gegen Tristan und Isolde haben. (Wenn man sich auf dieser Weise ausdrücken kann.) Bevor Romeo und Juliet, gab es schon Tristan und Isolde, die ein schönere Liebe und Geschichte haben.

Ich bin Pro Tistan und Isolde!

Unter dem Video gibt es einen Auszug von dem Zweiter Auszug Wagners Tristan und Isolde. Er bedeckt "Unsere Liebe heißt es nicht Tristan und Isolde?" und "Habet Acht! Habet Acht!".

ISOLDE.

Doch – unsre Liebe,

heißt sie nicht Tristan

und – Isolde?

Dies süße Wörtlein: und,

was es bindet,

der Liebe Bund,

wenn Tristan stürb,

zerstört es nicht der Tod?

TRISTAN.

Was stürbe dem Tod,

als was uns stört,

was Tristan wehrt,

Isolde immer zu lieben,

ewig ihr nur zu leben?

ISOLDE.

Doch, dieses Wörtlein: und,

wär es zerstört,

wie anders als

mit Isoldes eig'nem Leben

wär Tristan der Tod gegeben?

Tristan zieht, mit bedeutungsvoller Gebärde, Isolde sanft an sich.

TRISTAN.

So starben wir,

um ungetrennt,

ewig einig

ohne End',

ohn Erwachen,

ohn Erbangen,

namenlos

in Lieb' umfangen,

ganz uns selbst gegeben,

der Liebe nur zu leben!

ISOLDE wie in sinnender Entrücktheit zu ihm aufblickend.

So stürben wir,

um ungetrennt –

TRISTAN.

ewig einig

ohne End –,

ISOLDE.

ohn Erwachen –

TRISTAN.

ohn Erbangen –,

BEIDE.

namenlos

in Lieb' umfangen,

ganz uns selbst gegeben,

der Liebe nur zu leben!

Isolde neigt wie überwältigt das Haupt an seine Brust.

BRANGÄNES STIMME wie vorher.

Habet Acht!

Habet Acht!

Schon weicht dem Tag die Nacht!

TRISTAN lächelnd zu ihr geneigt.

Soll ich lauschen?

ISOLDE schwärmerisch zu ihm aufblickend.

Laß mich sterben!

TRISTAN ernster.

Muß ich wachen?

ISOLDE bewegter.

Nie erwachen!

TRISTAN drängender.

Soll der Tag

noch Tristan wecken?

ISOLDE begeistert.

Laß den Tag

dem Tode weichen!

TRISTAN.

Soll der Tod

mit seinen Streichen

ewig uns

den Tag verscheuchen?

ISOLDE.

Der uns vereint,

den ich dir bot,

laß ihm uns weihn,

dem süßen Tod!

Mußte er uns

das eine Tor,

an dem wir standen, verschließen;

zu der rechten Tür,

die uns Minne erkor

hat sie den Weg nun gewiesen.

TRISTAN.

Des Tages Dräuen

nun trotzten wir so?

ISOLDE mit wachsender Begeisterung.

Seinem Trug ewig zu fliehn.

TRISTAN.

Sein dämmernder Schein

verscheuchte uns nie?

ISOLDE mit großer Gebärde ganz sich erhebend.

Ewig wär uns die Nacht!

BEIDE.

O ew'ge Nacht,

süße Nacht!

Hehr erhab'ne

Liebesnacht!

Wen du umfangen,

wem du gelacht,

wie wär ohne Bangen

aus dir er je erwacht?

Nun banne das Bangen,

holder Tod,

sehnend verlangter

Liebestod!

In deinen Armen,

dir geweiht,

urheilig Erbarmen,

von Erwachens Not befreit!

Wie sie fassen,

wie sie lassen,

diese Wonne,

fern der Sonne,

fern der Tage

Trennungsklage!

Ohne Wähnen,

sanftes Sehnen;

ohne Bangen,

süß Verlangen;

ohne Wehen

hehr Vergehen;

ohne Schmachten

hold Umnachten;

ohne Meiden,

ohne Scheiden,

traut allein,

ewig heim,

in ungemess'nen Räumen

übersel'ges Träumen. –

ISOLDE.

Du Isolde,

Tristan ich,

nicht mehr Isolde!

TRISTAN.

Du Tristan,

Isolde ich,

nicht mehr Tristan!

BEIDE.

Ohne Nennen,

ohne Trennen,

neu Erkennen,

neu Entbrennen;

endlos ewig

ein-bewußt:

heiß erglühter Brust,

höchste Liebeslust!

Sie verbleiben in verzückter Stellung.

Nachtzauber

A Wonderful Sunday

~floating on a cloud


Last Sunday was wonderful! I was completely high on happiness.
What raised my spirits was the concert at Stockholms Concerthall. It was the Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra with the conducter Gustavo Dudamel. Did I love it? YES!

It was unbelievable. They were so good and I was so happy to sit there and have the privilege to listen to them. It was completely sold out too. So many people from Venezuela were there, and for once in your life - there was an enormous warmth in that room which I've never felt before. It bothers me to admit that we Swedes are very withdrawn and dull. We're sometimes too formal that it bores me to death, and I am so glad that for this concert we let loose and tossed the dullness aside!
Before the concert began, when entrance was being taken, the applause were much more different; more welcoming and in a way full of longing. The Venezuelan wave took over, you applauded "with all your might and heart". The orchestra was spectacular. These kids (okay, they're not really kids, more like 22ish) really listened to each other and connected. They had a perfect understanding, the conducter had no scores in front of him and at one point he just stood and waved the beat while they kept playing on. How remarkable isn't that!? And this is a youth orchestra! As the concert ended and applaudes were being collected, I'll tell you - it was the best thing ever. Standing ovations, applaudes that lasted for ever, red-pink and sore palms... and the one time in your life when you can toss this dull etiquette of ours aside - we cheered, whistled and roared! Everyone seemed to go quite bezerk, and I wondered if the Berlin Philharmonics recieved this much gratitude as well?


Either way, it was immensly great! Bravo! Perfecto! Bravissimo! etc, etc... A great programme.

Carreño: Margariteña
Ginastera: Fyra danser ur Estancia
Stravinsky: Våroffer
Dvorák: Slavisk dans nr 8 g-moll (extranummer)
Bernstein: Mambo ur Symfoniska danser ur West Side Story (extranummer)


All the pieces were beautiful, and naturally my ultimate favourite (apart from the marvelous and humorous Mambo) was Stravinsky. No surprise there if one's favourite composer is Shostakovich, I'm bound to love Stravinsky too.
However, the best performance was Bernstein's Mambo. It really lifts your spirits, and you can't help but get carried away with it. Oh, how I wished that my mother had just forced me with the violin instead of piano. Just sitting there watching; I badly wanted to go home and pick up the cello again, work my way up so I too could be a part of it! It was freekin' splendid!!!

After the concert, I felt like running down the street humming out the Mambo piece and yelling Mambo where ever I went. But I did no such thing of course...
Ending the night, the girls and I went to visit Helen. We watched the match between Germany and Australia. Do I need to clarify who won with 4-0? No offense, but the land down under had no chance against Deutschland.

All in all, the day was fantastic, and the soccer game was the cherry on top!

WATCH THIS VIDEO! And you will understand why I got so high last Sunday.

It was amazng to watch. You wanted to stand and yell MAMBO with them. Look at the fun! They dance with their instruments and let loose and just play together. Fantastic things that I wish I could be a part of (and I bet you do too).

Look what I found

~Graduation concert: Beethoven sonata 25 in G Major [2009]

Sorry about this video. Crappy sound and picture! And not my best preformance, some major mistakes. The original video was lost. It's so strange that this was a year ago...

Oh! And if you'd like to know which part was my favourite to play, it was the second movement a small passage at 4:58.

To the left: Me getting ready for the concert. To the right: Julia (violin), Eric (vocals/viola) and I (piano ...obviously!)

A cancelled picknick

Today all the attendees of the picknick were hoping for good weather, turns out that it has started to rain and thunder. Plan B was to move it indoors and have a brunch instead. Well the brunch is happening, I just decided to stay in. At my place.

I have too many things to finish, I can't attend everything, I have to consider all the school work I've got piling up. Or åerhaps not piling up, but definitely not piling down. So I've been in front of Calsuphur typing my German paper. I had two choices; a) write a bookreport on a book about friendship, written by a German/Austrian/Swiss author, or b) write a paper about what it would be like to fly and what you would do if you could fly. I actually wanted to do a) but I couldn't find a book about friendship. Kafka writes more about fatherless love and strange encounters, Freud has the whole psychoanalys and the only book I've got by him is the interpretations of dreams. I haven't come around to Schiller, don't think I ever want to read Marx, Hesse could work but Steppenwolf has nothing to do with friendship. So I'm left with b). and so far I think it's going good. It sounds like the easier task but it isn't, we have some crappy grammar thing to follow and for the first time I have met might first barricade in German. I don't quite get this grammar rule, but I think I've already started to understand it a bit.

So it's thundering outside, the rain whipping my window and lightning struck somewhere out in the field behind our neighbourhood (I think). Sounded like it anyway.
It's quite cosy though. Writing the paper, Mozarts piano trios playing in the background, a candle lit next to Calsuphur on the windowsill, my glass of juice, the pitter-patter and the thunder... The grey outside. I like it. Feels safe and inspiring.

Panorama view of my window. It was also darker outside than the picture depicts.

Here's a really beaufitul movement from one of my most favourite trios:

Old rusty fingers

I recently found myself playing the piano for about 2 or 3 hours. Gosh, I love piano when I'm not forced to play it, when the lust comes naturally. I also found scores to two songs that I want to learn. It would be awesome to sing along to them too.

I'm learning Samson by Regina Spektor first, since I've wanted to learn it for ages. Proud to say that I finally know it by heart now.

Die Deutsch-Prüfung

Hallo Leute! Aber es gibt nicht so vielen Leute, die mein Blog lesen...

Morgen habe ich mein Deutsch-Prüfung! Ich war nicht nervös, aber jetzt... ich bin sehr nervös! Ich glaube; "Habe ich alle Grammatik erinnert? Die Artikel? Was, wenn ich nicht erinnert? Was kann ich tun?".

Jetzt, schreibe ich in Deutsch um meinetwillen. Ich muss mich auf die Prüfung vorbereiten. Aber ich mich hinsetzen und das surfen im Web. Warum? Warum sehe ich immer aufzuscheiben, damit alle?

Nein, es geht nicht! Ich werde klar, die Prüfung. Ich muss, weil ich die versprochen haben. Und das Versprechen lautet, "Ich werde klar, die Prüfung mit der höchsten Besoldungsgruppe."
Ich bin sehr nervös, dass ich denke "der höchsten Besoldungsgruppe? Werde ich es schaffen?" Hoffentlich...
Daumen drücken für mich!


Es ist erbärmlich, aber ich höre Mozart. Ich hoffe, die Mozart-Effekt fühlen. Doch solange, keine.

The last lesson

Yesterday was my last piano lesson.

I don't know how many last piano lessons I've had, I think it's about 3 if not 4. 

When I left my first piano teacher (actually, it was my teacher who left me because she was moving out of the country with her husband) I cried my eyes out for more than a day. She was the one who taught me the basics, who introduced the exciting world of classical music. She was my inspiration, and musical idol. She was also like a sister, not only because she was quite young but her way of teaching and connecting with you was on a different level than my other piano teachers. My mother comforted me as I was crying the day before our last lesson, all her comfort was to waste since nothing helped me realize and accept what was happening.

I went for another teacher but quit quite hastily. She wasn't bad, she just wasn't the same teacher as the one I missed. With that came the gap year(s) when I refused to play. But after a while I noticed that I missed playing the piano, so my mother found me another teacher. A horrific one! After two years, I decided to leave her for another. Leaving that piano teacher was easy, it was a relief since she was quite a witch...

And just as I found and thought it easier to leave piano teachers behind me, yesterday wasn't all too easy. The teacher I've had for now three years, who forced me to learn many new techniques from scratch and who repaired me from my previous witch for a teacher, was hard to leave. I didn't expect that I would feel as sad as I did, but I did and it wasn't easy at all.

I'm quite emotional in that sense. I hate leaving people, I hate seeing people leave (the whole goodbye-process) - I'm like a herding dog who likes to keep her flock of sheep together.

I suppose piano teachers (to me) are like second mothers (or if it's a male, fathers). They're like the ones who bring you in ("give birth", if you'd like it in a more metaphorical way) to the musical world. They raise you with their techniques, they feed you with their knowledge, they participate at each stage you enter and each choice you make with their support, they guide you towards the right directions with their experiences, they care for you emotionally in other aspects than your piano playing because of the bond that subconsciously has been formed (probably from all the heart-to-heart talks), they treat you as their own - they're like the wind beneath your wings. A second parent.

(Sorry! Last line got cheesy, made me start hearing Bette Middler singing Wind Beneath My Wings in my head.)

All I wanted to say was; I'll be missing her and my piano lessons in her studio from time to time...

When time is on the run

It's 11.57am as I'm writing this quick entry. Haven't written in ages and I've been stocked up with appointments, work and errands. Gah! I need time to wind down and relax, and it is nowhere to be found. I've been on the go since wednesday. 

Wednesday night I had the christmas recital and the whole morning I sat practicing and shopping some presents before that in the last minute. (Shit! It's 11.59am - almost noon. I'm so stressed by the clock!!!) I don't have any other time to do it before Christmas Eve. I backed out of the program though because I was so stressed and got so nervous and kept messing up that I was about to have a fit. My teacher got disappointed but hid it slightly well and I just sat there listening to everyone else.

Next day I had work from 11am-9pm, and the day after 8am-5pm and after that I had to stress to my friends christmas recital which took practically the whole night and we went for night-fuel afterwards. I got home after 11pm dead beat and ready to get like 6 hrs of sleep for the next day. I worked again from 7.30am-5pm and after that I had to run to another Christmas concert. I got home a bit earlier but I was so nackered I just couldn't stay up so I practically passed out on my bed - knowing that I was to work again the next day 12-9pm. So much work, it's making me bitter... And today it's monday. I'm still not fully rested and in about 40 minutes I better be ready to leave for my piano lesson. Christ, I just woke up, still in my PJ's and my mind is completely shattered. I'm going to have piano for 1,5hrs - why!?!?! I haven't even had the time to practice, I don't even have the energy, I can't be bothered right now - it's freekin' christmas!

After piano I'm celebrating a friends birthday which will take all night. I wished that I'd get time to relax after that but no. Work calls tomorrow - the crappiest shift ever (11-9pm!) and I have to look good because after that I'm rushing to Handelshögskolans (Stockholm School of Economics) Christmas party and I'll be home at like 3 or 4am, catching up on enough energy for the next workshift (12-19). And the day after it's Christmas Eve... I'll be working then. Lovely!

I was also hoping for it to be a calm Christmas Eve with just my mom and I,but no - we're invited to a friends place where there'll be tons of people and I'll have to be cheery and happy all night. I can't be bothered. I just want to be at home with my mom and not have to be bothered by this constant mass of people I see and hear day in and day out. I need silence and just plain "nothingness"... I want to (for once) be locked up in my room for at least a full day.

The clock is 12.14pm... I'm more stressed than ever. I've got 30minutes to get out of my PJ's and get ready to burst out of the door. So much for a quick entry too... I really can't be bothered. I don't want to sit 1,5hrs playing things I don't know.

I'm such a pessimist right now - sorry!

O Christmas Tree, Du kära gran!

O Tannenbaum, Mon Beau Sapin!

Second post for the day. This one was supposed to have been posted after I finished baking yesterday but I got too tired so I went to bed instead.

Yesterday when my mother was out on some morning errands, I decided to search the internet for a gift of hers that I haven't been able to find in stores. I'm almost done with all the gifts, and Bly me(!) a lot of them are for my mom. This year she actually told me what she wished for and I intend on finding each and every thing she mentioned! When I get the 

chance, I spoil my mother as much as I can and that often happens to be at around Christmas (hence the fact that her birthday is actually three days after Christmas Eve - a qualified reason why to spoil her).

My mother and I put up our Christmas tree. I don't know the real traditions about when you should really put up trees and etc. but in Sweden (apparently) you put up your tree the night before Christmas eve. Well, my mom and I aren't that traditional so we put ours up yesterday to feel the Christmas spirit. Indeed it was successful; a little bit of good old Christmas songs, gingerbread cookies and oranges (we didn't have any must and glögg is nothing I fancy), and the past years christmas memories. It was cosy and nice! And the fact that there was a lot of snow outside made it all feel extra "christmassy" than it has for years. Besides, now when it's a cold and grey-period outside, the snow makes everything 10 times prettier than usual.

I decided to take a picture of our christmas tree and started snapping away with our camera.

That camera was a present for my 16th Birthday, and three years later I actually figured out

 how to work in the best way. For three years I thought that we had bought a crappy camera which was known to have real good functions. Yesterday I finally understood how to work them and tried out a lot of them. Although I have to admit that I barely saw the difference in the many different shoot modes. But some did show a difference and turned out better than they would've without the special functions.

Somewhere in between I managed to fit in some practicing for tonight's Christmas recital: Bach's Prelude and Fuge no.6 in d minor. I really don't want to perform it, I'm so unsure about it. I feel like backing out and just sitting there listening to others play. Thing is, sometimes it goes well, sometimes it doesn't. Yesterday I found that the slower and more relaxed I play it - the more I mess it up. The faster and the more thoughtless way I play it - it's flawless BUT without giving much 

thought about dynamics. How on earth am I supposed to pull this off? I have like 6 hours until rehearsal. I bet I'll disappoint my piano teacher...

After the stressful practicing, I took out the gingerbread dough and started baking. If there is one thing I can't bake its gingerbread cookies! They always turn out a failure, they're thick, burnt on the sides and the glazing never works the way I want it to. This year I was going to get it right - but no... Failure again! It was quite a job too and to get that perfect thin crispy cookie you really had to beat the dough thin on the counter. And that would result to it sticking on the counter meaning that when you would lift the cookie dough on to the baking tray, you practically decapitate/amputate your poor gingerbread friends.

Also I was supposed to have my christmas forms but they were nowhere to be found so I ended up using forms with a Farm-theme from when I was little... It worked as well and just like when I was little, the cat's bloody tail keeps getting amputated when you're moving it from the counter to the baking tray. That's why there's an excess of rabbits and sheep in the cookie jar instead!

The glazing was a nightmare though, I don't know how hard I was squeezing that tube and nothing would come out. Half way through all the gingerbread cookies my hands started cramping so I ended up doing silly glazings on them instead. A lot of hearts since I couldn't find the heart forms either. By the way, on this picture - the cats at the top of each corner were supposed to have beards - failure!

Hopefully I can play it this lightly and freely tonight...

(Hahaha!) I think the guy beneath is increasing speed on the prelude, it seems to go faster and faster - at least at some places. I tend to increase speed at the exact same places too, but the metronome set me right. Perhaps a metronome for him as a Christmas present???

The Nobel Prize Concert

Yesterday was a lot of fun! Louise and I attended the Nobel Prize Concert. The Royal family was

there, the Nobel Prize winners were there (I assume? Louise and I scanned the room for them, especially Herta Müller), SVT was there, we were there but mostly - Martha Argerich was there. She was of a minimum two meters away from us when she walked on and off the stage. Wonder and joy couldn't even begin to describe it! Now what I loved about her from yesterday night was that you could see the joy of playing on her. I see many pianist whom I can't pick that off of. She has a vibe about her that just makes you joyful and which makes you feel. As I watched her play yesterday, it was like a watching a child play with the greatest passion. Physically she doesn't look much different at all from what she did when she was younger, and it feels (and looks) like she has got that eternal youth and fire of passion that radiates when she performs.

Our Royal Philharmonic played Shostakovich's (my favourite composer) Festive Overture - which was a smart move. The piece was pompous and powerful which set the mood for a Nobel Prize concert perfectly. I got really excited and the orchestra sounded much better than they did on last years season's opening concert with the new conductor Sakari Oramo (what a disappointment it was then). Perhaps it's because it's the Nobel Prize concert or because they had a much better conductor Yuri Temirkanov. There was such a great connection, a bond of understanding between him and the orchestra. He didn't have to over do it or do much at all to be honest, he just went with it and they did too. They felt it together and just...composed music!

Either way, the high light was Argerich. She played one of my most favorite and the most beautiful piano concerto I've heard (Ravel's piano concerto in G major). It's fantastic and so well composed, it's perfection itself! She performed it so well, her interpretation is by far the best one yet. Everything was so clear, I heard it through new ears and it was like a reincarnation. But the movement I've been waiting for since before summer was of course the second movement. It was brilliant! I know this will sound so cheesy, but every time I hear it performed live by a wonderful pianist (which has actually only been once before) it makes my heart ache and catches me out of breath. I can't even describe it in words because the only way to understand it, is to hear it - live, with a great pianist as Martha Argerich. All the beautiful tension that builds up, up, up until the english horn's solo releases it and the piano's accompaniment sounds like sparkling ocean water. It doesn't get more beautiful than that...

Leaving that topic before it gets out of hand, I wasn't that fond of the last piece. Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet suite. We've heard it before and I think I'd like to see ballet dancers with it (sarcasm was in that for those who didn't understand it), but since when was a suite a suitable ending for a concert? Especially the Noble Prize concert? Louise and I discussed this, and she figured that a symphony would've been better - which I fully agree to.

All in all, it was great. Argerich was so modest and humble when she received her applause. She tried several times to get Temirkanov to bow with her and accept some applause too, but he refused. She was tonight's star! The fact that she showed such humbleness and the way she tried to get both the conductor and the orchestra to rise and bow, shows how she wants to convey that she couldn't have pulled the piano concerto off on her own. They did it all together!

Girls being girls, it was very fun to dress up for a change. Louise and I went all the way with it. This was a Black Tie event, although women weren't allowed to wear long evening gowns (apparently they were supposed to be short). Sweden being swedish, about 89% came in black as if it were (as Louise nicely put it) a funeral. And it wasn't really nice black cocktail dresses, it was more like a black skirt with an old ragged black sweater. This is the Nobel Prize concert people!!! Either way, we were dressed for success and I actually did hear an elder lady commenting our pretty and colorful dresses during the champagne break (fancy-fancy!).

After the concert we headed home to Louise's place but had a little stop at McDonalds for fuel. None of us had eaten since 9am or 12pm. We've both been so worked up and busy (I had two doctors appointments at different ends of town) that we forgot that we were hungry. As we got to her place I met her two cats Tess and Milton, who were adorable and such sweethearts. I found Milton sleeping by my feet and somewhere at around 4am Tess woke me up. She was apparently sneezing and as I awoke she was by my head, to later settle herself on my pillow. The pillow was shared, Tess taking up 95% of it and me getting a couple of centimeters to sleep on. It was quite fun and sweet, but when I moved her twice to make room for my head she apparently wasn't keen on sharing and hopped off to roam around the apartment before settling in behind Louise's knees again.

To see the whole concert press on the name The Nobel Prize Concert 2009.

Maurice Ravel's Piano Concerto in G major.

Martha Argerich, with Charles Dutoit and Orchestre National de France.

Frankfurt September 9th, 1990.

(A month before my birth. It would've been more cool if it was October 9th, 1990).