The Rite Of Spring!

photo: Karin Kascher © 2009

Here are two divergent homages to the Rite of Spring.  The first is a photo that I surreptitiously photographed on my mother's porch.  I call it, Spring Love on Astro Turf®.


The video below is a brilliant performance of the The Rite of Spring (Le Sacre du Printemps), Part IV (Glorification de l'Elue through Rituelle des ancestres), by one of my favorite composers, the audacious Igor Stravinsky and performed by the Los Angeles Philharmonic and conducted by Esa-Pekka Salonen, October 23, 2003


To hear one the other four movements, you can click on the YouTube Icon and choose. They're all terrific!

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HealthyHappyGirl said…
The Squirrels....! Holy crap that is hilarious!
March 29, 2009 at 5:45 PM
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