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'The Demon,' Poem by Pushkin
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In Russian, for Voice and Piano
jazz classical instrumental vocal opera orchestra chamber ballet
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Composer for large-scale performance work, ballet and opera. Have written music for classical theatrical productions of Shakespeare, ("The Tempest," "The Twelft
Loren Lieberman is a native of Denver, Colorado, now living on the West Coast in California, where he is best known for his work as an actor in Classical and Shakespearean Theatre. He has a degree from Sonoma State University in Theatre Arts, and has been an Honor's Music Composition Student at the College of Marin, Santa Rosa Junior College, and at Sonoma State University. He has won an award for composition from the Redwood Empire Music Association. He has recently completed an opera in Russian, based on the novel by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, "Cancer Ward", (and of the same name), and is currently working on his fourth opera, based on the Classical Tragedy by Sophocles, "Oedipus the King," with a libretto in Ancient Greek. His interest in languages has shaped much of his artistic temperment, and he is self taught in Russian and Sanskrit, and has hopes to begin his next opera, Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet," in Hindi.
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Charts
Peak #133
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
Masaru Yonemitsu (Loren Lieberman)
Rights
2008
Uploaded
November 04, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 3:18
Story behind the song
Classical Russian Poetry, set to music. Please email the composer for a copy of the score, or, if you prefer, use the link to PayPal, where you will be asked to register, so that an online business transaction can be completed in order to allow you to download the composition for printing. If you are interested in obtaining the sheet music, or an audio MP3 file, please contact me at adhikapokoya@gmail.com
Lyrics
The Demon Those days, when all of lifes Impressions were new to me -- Both the looks of maidens, and the sound of the forest, The night song of the nightingale,- When raised feelings, Freedom, glory and love And the inspiration of the arts Strongly excited my blood,- In the hour of hopes and the sudden dawn of Melancholy pleasures, Some spiteful genius Began to visit me secretly. Our meetings were sad: His smile, wonderful sight, His venomous speeches Poured into my calm soul poison. With inexhaustible slanders He tempted heaven; Called beauty an illusion; Despised inspiration; Not trusting love, or freedom; Derisively looking at life- In all of nature There was nothing he wished blessed. Alexander Pushkin, 1823
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