What are you listening to?

The Hardanger fiddle and religion[edit]
The Hardingfele has had a long history with the Christian church. Well known early fiddle maker Isak Botnen is said to have learned some of his craft from church lay leader and school master Lars Klark, as well as the methods for varnishing from pastor Dedrik Muus.[7] In many folktales the devil is associated with the Hardingfele, in fact many good players were said to have been taught to play by the devil, if not by the nix. During religious revivals in the 1800s many fiddles (regular and Hardanger)[8] were destroyed or hidden both by fiddlers and laypeople who thought "that it would be best for the soul that the fiddles be burned", as it was viewed as a "sinful instrument that encouraged wild dances, drinking and fights."[9] This happened in Norway, as well as other parts of Europe, and until the 20th century playing a Hardanger fiddle in a church building was forbidden.[10] Some fiddlers, however, played on, in spite of all condemnation, and thus, valuable traditions remained intact. The first folk musicians to perform in a church were the fiddlers Johannes Dahle from Tinn, and Gjermund Haugen from Notodden. Dahle performed in the 1920s.
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So this is what I was listening to. Without a reference point it could be meaningless.

I never heard of this fiddle but I knew it had meaning. I find it strange what so many pass off as being "sinful". See what you think.

 
Simply: wonderful piece! Of course it is a subjective appreciation, musical tastes differ between people, even in oneself. Sometimes the same piece of music impacts differently on a different mood.
Well, here I share with you something that I consider beautiful, and thank you all for sharing beauty drawn in sounds!

 
Stella Marys said:
Simply: wonderful piece! Of course it is a subjective appreciation, musical tastes differ between people, even in oneself. Sometimes the same piece of music impacts differently on a different mood.
Well, here I share with you something that I consider beautiful, and thank you all for sharing beauty drawn in sounds!

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Very beautiful, really. I was able to see myself, at the movement of this magnificent music, on a road, driving with my dog Arturo besides me, in the middle of a splendid country and I saw the happiness of being free. Music is something so amazing. It touches and caress you and sometimes it is like wind on your head and you feel good.
 
:cool2: :cool2: :cool2: :boat: so the travelers from the FUTURE stopped the world for us and them with the same idea - to build a new one ... and while they are uploading STS organic portals with new programs, STO candidate brains are flickering like fireworks of a new desire, in the curiosity of a new creation, that non of that outdated matrix programming can apply on STO brains candidates ... so ... as soon as we gt on our feet, it feels that NOW in the MOMENT is a perfect time for the rebuilding of an old to a new history of Humanity ...
 

Before the Deluge - Jackson Brown

Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's hearts for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge

Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in a moment they were swept before the deluge

Let the music keep our spirits high
Let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

Let the music keep our spirits high
Let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
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