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Album Review, Baroque Treasuries- “Vivaldi: The Four Seasons”
I’ll leave my positive review for this album at some primary formations of vocabulary that add onto what’s known about Vivaldi in this present age. The four seasons of weather (spring, summer, autumn, and winter) become selections for listening to under divisions indicated by 12 tracks, supposedly constructed on the album cover as months which hit a year’s stations in weather- spring, summer, autumn, and winter. A few exclusive concertos are playable when selected or reaching the CD’s later 3 tracks. You’re seeing something new in “The Four Seasons”. My jewel-case includes a manual that highlights tidbits of nature for Vivaldi’s time-being. According to the classical music presented here, summer is rather dull and winter is quite ferocious. Dumb luck has struck me again where entertainment is concerned for spiritual enhancement on my guard to freedom and justice through all the nature conceived of. Vivaldi died in poverty and was very underrated in his life because greatness can only stare in the faces of those visiting him on account of fashion and privilege of the higher-class sorts of populace. Isn’t it weird that readers may understand some of what I’m saying even if they’re hearing unknown words? Attention can be mistaken for confusion, vice versa too. Separations exist between choices in music that complement the whole into submission of glory around us at ends for listening in entertainment for boredom’s erasure and diminishing factors over exhaustion, art proven desolate in terms of originality however changed in constant flow upon scarcity within privilege, for lovers understand the stakes at heart for creativity before the crowds who either dispute for clarity or reason on attention spans. Maybe my appreciation for Vivaldi’s work on “The Four Seasons” pardons my excuse along the lines near a burning radio at function towards volume which I slightly touch, dramatically feel, and yet nature comes apart out of entertainment when spirits presume time across the elements gifted of and truly received by works of nomenclature, art in classical music grasping of hands, Vivaldi’s name forever signed into our weather’s constitution of moments however thoughts disappear into eternity.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Seasons_(Vivaldi)
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