Fall's Calling Alexandros Pirillis

Fall's Calling

Composer: Alexandros Pirillis
$19.99 1999
  • SKU: SM.000026
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Title
Fall's Calling
Composer
Alexandros Pirillis
ISBN/ISMN
9790580850331
Description  “Fall’s Calling” takes us to a time when the music of the Renaissance crosses a threshold into the modern world.  With its sobering and thoughtful foundations and captivating folk-like melody we are brought to experience the coming of fall’s season, being touched in heart with feelings of soft-spoken melancholy as the gray and colder days replace the brightness and warmth of summer.  The temper of this lovely piece calls forth many thoughts and images of a time long gone, when kings and queens ruled and knights fought to prove their valor, and when tales of dragons were told around the unsteady flames of nightly campfires.  When listening to “Fall’s Calling” one may—perhaps—picture themselves on a lone walk along a wind-swept shore with bending blades of grass, where well-worn rocks are battered by chilling waves, and when looking to the horizon one sees a shadowy castle looming and silhouetted in the background, looking forlorn and lonely in the distance as it stands tall among the colors of autumn. Instrumentation Violin I Violin II Viola Cello Video/Audio

 “Fall’s Calling” takes us to a time when the music of the Renaissance crosses a threshold into the modern world.  With its sobering and thoughtful foundations and captivating folk-like melody we are brought to experience the coming of fall’s season, being touched in heart with feelings of soft-spoken melancholy as the gray and colder days replace the brightness and warmth of summer.  The temper of this lovely piece calls forth many thoughts and images of a time long gone, when kings and queens ruled and knights fought to prove their valor, and when tales of dragons were told around the unsteady flames of nightly campfires.  When listening to “Fall’s Calling” one may—perhaps—picture themselves on a lone walk along a wind-swept shore with bending blades of grass, where well-worn rocks are battered by chilling waves, and when looking to the horizon one sees a shadowy castle looming and silhouetted in the background, looking forlorn and lonely in the distance as it stands tall among the colors of autumn.

Violin I

Violin II

Viola

Cello