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Happy Birthday


OK, I haven't honored a birthday in days, so here is a little tribute to Johann Sebastian Bach, born this day in 1685.

My high school piano teacher made me work through parts of the The Anna Magdalena Book, which came in handy when my sister got married and asked me to play the harpsichord while the guests were being seated.

Here is a bit of Bach, a Prelude and Fugue from The Well-Tempered Clavier (not me playing, in case you're wondering.)

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dive said…
Happy birthday, JS!
Not that I need an excuse, but Goldberg Variations are now playing in my headphones.
Wow, Robyn! Playing Bach on a harpsichord at a wedding? That sounds pretty nerve-wracking.
Scout said…
It sounds cool, I suppose, but keep in mind the Anna Magdalena pieces were little teaching exercises--kids learn them early on, so there was very little skill required. The biggest challenge is the reversed colors--flats and sharps are white on black.
dive said…
Cool indeed, Robyn.
And the Goldberg Variations were also teaching pieces … JS must have been some teacher!
Scout said…
with 20-plus kids, you have to be able to pass something on to all of them. Might as well be music, I'd say.

I have the Goldberg Variations but no on my iPod at work, so it's Yo-Yo Ma and Appaliacha Waltz this morning. Apologies to Bach.
Sassy Sundry said…
I thought you might mention him when I read about his birthday this morning.
happy birthday to another crazy musician
Gina said…
I love Bach.
Anonymous said…
Thanks for the link Robyn ... my education is continuing. Many Happies to JSB.
His face looks just a little like he's trying to disguise a fart. Oh god i'm sorry, i've had a glass and a half of wine and i'm so not used to it. Lynn said fart.
Anonymous said…
Lynn is just wicked. Now, what's the french verb for doing that? Petter??? Well I never, at least it's not Roger!
hey Robyn, What happened to your movie review column? I enjoyed that. :))

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