This week, a bit of culture to rouse you on a Monday morning.
And blimey, if this doesn’t get you out of bed, then nothing will.
(We’re putting aside the politics of the composer, Carl Orff here. Should you be so inclined, a quick search of t’internet will enlighten you as to why I’m not looking underneath that particular stone. Let’s just say they are questionable – and often contradictory and thus oft-discussed – at best…)
As for the music, well Wiki tells us that, composed in 1936, Carmina Burana is a “scenic cantata…part of Trionfi, a musical triptych that also includes Catulli Carmina and Trionfo di Afrodite.” But you knew that, right?
It’s better known on this side of the pond as “that tune from the ’70s Old Spice advert” where it was accompanied by breath-taking images of a bronzed, super-cool windurfing dude.
In the early-90s, my friend Carl and I used to earn a few extra quid flogging programmes at musical events at some of Cardiff’s larger venues. Consequently, we got to see lots of acts that we simply wouldn’t have paid to go and see, ranging from the diva Diana Ross, to the surprisingly enjoyable Take That, to the utterly excreable Chris de Burgh.
And one evening we both watched in admiration as whatever orchestra it was (forgive my memory) played Trionfi in full.
And it goes like this: