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Jan Vriend is van meet af aan een muzikale alles-eter die een uitgesproken modernistische benadering combineert met een open oor en oog voor het belang en de noden van een ...
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Jets d'orgue : for organ, 1985, Part I / Jan Vriend
Genre:
Kamermuziek
Subgenre:
Orgel
Bezetting:
org
Klavierkwintet : bezetting: viool, viola, violoncello, contrabas, klavier, 1960 / Henk Bijvanck
Genre:
Kamermuziek
Subgenre:
Andere combinaties van strijkers en toetsinstrument
Bezetting:
vl vla vc cb pf
A4 : for accordion and string quartet / Bernard van Beurden
Genre:
Kamermuziek
Subgenre:
Andere combinaties van strijkers en toetsinstrument
Bezetting:
acc str
Vie intérieure : voor strijkkwintet en piano, 1984 / Pieter Hermsen
Genre:
Kamermuziek
Subgenre:
Andere combinaties van strijkers en toetsinstrument
Bezetting:
2vl vla vc cb pf
compositie
Pianoquintet in three movements : for piano, violin, viola, violoncello and double bass, 1998 / 1999 / Jan Vriend
Bevat:
Time is a river
Infbrescence
The devil is a woman
Toelichting:
Program note (English): 1. Time is a river explores various ways of being caught in the stream of time. The 'river' changes incessantly as we travel along with the currents. Sometimes we end up in still waters and have to paddle our way to where the current takes over again; sometimes we get caught in violent waters and have to employ all our ingenuity to reach safety and regain balance. Now we let ourselves be distracted by the surroundings, now all the attention must be on our course again. We cannot escape the vessel that is carrying us - not until the end of our days.
2. Inflorescence, as in: "about to burst into flower".
Through a pregnant haze of iridescent green, the petals of a flower are emerging.
Growing in spurts (to the naked ear) until the full picture emerges.
Someone is looking over my shoulder and tries to distract me,
I am confused now.
3. The devil is a woman, or, love is a dog from hell.
The object of unrequited love is being pulverized in a fireworks-display resplendent with the ardour of the fire that brought it on. She dissolves, disintegrates, dissipates, and vanishes in the sparks and a puff of smoke. All that remains is the acrid smell of gunpowder. - JAN VRIEND