“If I decide to be an idiot, then I'll be an idiot on my own accord.”-J.S. Bach

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50 Bach Arias Complied By Your’s Truly


For those being introduced to Bach’s Arias for the first time, or for well-seasoned listeners, this list is for you!  It is by no means exhaustive, but makes for over an hour of listening pleasure.

Enjoy.

 

1.  Et exsultavit spiritus meus |BWV 243

2.  Patron, das macht der Wind |BWV 201

3.  Der Herr segne euch je mehr |BWV 196

4.  Komm, mein Jesu, und erquicke |BWV 21

5. Jesus nahm zu sich die Zwölfe |BWV 22

6. Widerstehe doch der Sünde |BWV 54

7. Wachet auf ruft uns die stimme |BWV 140

8. Öffne meinen shlechten Liedern |BWV 25

9. Du wahrer Gott und Davids Sohn |BWV 23

10.  Kreuz und Kronen sind verbunden |BWV 12

11.  In deine Hände befehl ich meinen Geist |BWV 106

12.  Ich wünsche nur bei Got zu leben |BWV35

13. Erfüllet, ihr himmlischen göttlichen Flammen |BWV 107

14.  Jauchzet Gott allen Landen |BWV 51

15.  Der Glaube ist das Pfand der Liebe |BWV 37

16.  Ich will den Kreuzstab gerne tragen |BWV 56

17.  Wir eilen mit schwachen och emsigen Schritten |BWV 78

18.  Schäme dich, o Seele nicht |BWV 108

19.  Jesus soll mein erstes Wort |BWV 171

20.  Verleih, daβ ich aus Herzengrund |BWV 177

21. Der Ewigkeit saphines Haus |BWV 198

22.  Alles, was von Got geboren |BWV 80

23.  Betörte Welt, betörte Welt! |BWV 94

24.  Wo zwei und drei versammlet sind |BWV 42

25.  Gott, du hast es wohl gefüget |BWV 63

26.  Kommt, ihr angefochtnen Sünder |BWV 30

27. Woferne du den edlen Frieden |BWV  41

28. Herz, zerreiß des Mammons Kette |BWV 168

29.  Kron und Preis gekrönter Damen |BWV 214

30.  Ein unbegreiflich Licht |BWV 125

31. Mein Jesu ist erstanden |BWV 67

32. Ich habe genug |BWV 82

33.  So du willst |BWV 131

34.  Ich will nach dem Himmel zu |BWV 146

35.  Ich bitte dich, Herr Jesu Christ |BWV 166

36.  Wohl euch, ihr auserwählten Seelen |BWV 34

37. Ihr Kleingläubigen, warum seid ihr so furchtsam? |BWV 81

38. Gott versorget alles Leben |BWV 187

39.  Ebarme dich |BWV 244

40. Bereitet die Wege, bereitet die Bahn! |BWV 132

41. Stumme Seufzer, stille Klagen |BWV 199

42.  Dein Vachstum sei feste |BWV 212

43.  Jagen ist die Lust der Götter |BWV 208

44. Woferne du den edlen Frieden |BWV 41

45. Gottlob! nun geht das Jahr zu Ende |BWV 28

46. Treu und Wahrheit sei der Grund |BWV 24

47. Gott schickt uns Mahanaim zu |BWV 19

48. Wir danken und preisen dein brünstiges Lieben |BWV 134

49. Ich bin vergnügt |BWV 58

50. Wie furchtsam wankten meine Schritte |BWV 33

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Morning Starter–Bach Orchestral Suite No. 1


This is literally a breath of fresh air!  A nice blend of melody and counterpoint.
Played here by Cafe Zimmermann, the musicians seem to interpret the music on a personal, individual scale.

Morning Starter


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Morning Starter


A Fairy Tale


Once upon a time there was a Servant who lived in a broad palace, and he was deemed one of the King’s favorites. He ate last at the King’s table, polished the King’s shoes, and joined the King whenever he went out to hunt. The Servant was liked so much by the monarch that he was even allowed to walk ten feet behind the King whenever the royal procession marched through the city streets. The Servant smiled and waved and thought himself important. He even looked down upon the other servants, ordered them around, and expected them to run to fetch his every need. “How arrogant he is”, they whispered behind his back: “He thinks he is a king himself!” In time, the other servants grew to dislike him. They thought his head had grown too big for his shoulders.
One day, the Servant was strutting through the palace when he came across two young boys playing in the King’s gallery. The entire room was in disarray. The tables were upended, tapestries lay sprawled in pools of spreading paint, and several expensive paintings had been unceremoniously taken from their place along the walls. In fury, the Servant grabbed the two young boys and commanded them to clean up the mess. With chins held high, the boys refused. “We will do no such thing,” they stated.
“Don’t you know who I am?” The Servant shouted. “I am one of the King’s favorite!” And with that he slapped them both, for so great was his anger. The boys spun out of the room, crying. The Servant watched them go, smiling confidently to himself.
Later that evening, the King called for his Servant. “Yes, your Majesty?” The Servant asked, bowing at the door for he understood it was forbidden to walk into the King’s bedchamber without permission.
“You have committed a capital offense, Servant,” the King roared from the table from whence he wrote out the country’s laws. “You, a lowly servant, have raised your hand and struck two members of the royal family. No common man raises his hands against a Prince.” The Servant paled, for at first he did not understand. Thinking back to the incident in the Gallery earlier, the Servant paled even more. “And it has come to my attention that you have treated your fellow servants as if they were beneath you. I am the King, and no one but I shall order my servants around.” The King clapped his hands and from a side door the other servants spilled into the room, angry eyes penetrating the confusion on the Servant’s face.
“Take this man and see that he is exiled from this country. Get him out of my sight!” The eager servants jumped to their King’s words. Their faces were twisted and baleful as they dragged the Servant kicking and screaming from his spot by the King’s door. When they had taken him far from the palace, the servants suddenly had a change of heart: albeit for the worse. The Servant begged and pleaded that his life be spared, and even threatened to notify the King. “How silly of him,” they laughed, “Even now he thinks he is somebody. Yet even when he served the King he was just another servant. For indeed he did eat the leftovers at the King’s table, he did indeed polish the King’s slippers all through the night, and yes, he did indeed carry the King’s bow and arrows whenever the monarch when out to hunt. He thought himself important, yet he was blinded by his own arrogance to know he was just another servant serving the King.” And instead of killing him–for this was never really their intention–they dressed him in fools clothing and tied him to a tree. “Now,” they said, “when people see this man they shall know him for what he truly was.” Joking and giggling, the servants made their way back to the palace, unaware of the big-headed man screaming behind their backs.

The End

The Case Against Wille Lynch and his Syndrome


I had a passionate discussion with a very good friend of mine concerning a wide range of African-American and personal issues. During the course of our debate, the Willie Lynch syndrome was referenced more than once. For those unfamiliar with this ‘speech’ I will post its entirety below. After reading, please continue on with the rest of my note:

Gentlemen:

I greet you here on the bank of the James River in the year of our lord, one thousand seven hundred and twelve. First , I shall thank you, the gentlemen of the of the colony of Virginia, for bringing me here. I am here to help you solve some of your problems with slaves. Your invitation reached me in my modest plantation in the West Indies where I have experimented with some of the newest and still the oldest method for control of slaves. Ancient Rome would envy us if my program is implemented. As our boat sailed south on the James River, named for our illustrious KING JAMES, whose BIBLE we CHERISH, I saw enough to know that our problem is not unique. While Rome used cords or wood as crosses for standing human bodies along the old highways in great numbers, you are here using the tree and the rope on occasion.

I caught the whiff of a dead slave hanging from a tree a couple of miles back. You are losing valuable stock by hangings, you are having uprisings, slaves are running away, your crops are sometimes left in the fields too long for maximum profit, you suffer occasional fires, your animals are killed, Gentleman,…You know what your problems are; I do not need to elaborate. I am not here to enumerate your problems, I am here to introduce you to a method of solving them.

In my bag, I have a fool proof method for controlling your slaves. I guarantee everyone of you that if installed it will control the slaves for at least three hundred years. My method is simple, any member of your family or any OVERSEER can use it.

I have outlined a number of differences among the slaves, and I take these differences and make them bigger. I use FEAR, DISTRUST, and ENVY for control purposes. These methods have worked on my modest plantation in the West Indies, and it will work throughout the SOUTH. Take this simple little list of differences and think about them. On the top of my list is “AGE” but it is only there because it starts with an “A”; The second is”COLOR” or shade; there is INTELLIGENCE, SIZE, SEX, SIZE OF PLANTATION, ATTITUDE of owner, whether the slaves live in the valley, on a hill, east or west, north, south, have fine or coarse hair, or is tall or short. Now that you have a list of differences, I shall give you an outline of action- but before that, I shall assure you that DISTRUST IS STRONGER THAN TRUST, AND ENVY IS STRONGER THAN ADULATION, RESPECT OR ADMIRATION.

The black slave, after receiving this indoctrination, shall carry on and will become self-refueling and self-generating for hundreds of years, maybe thousands.

Don’t forget you must pitch the old black VS. the young black males, and the young black male against the old black male. You must use the dark skinned slaves VS. the light skin slaves. You must use the female VS the male, and the male VS, the female. You must always have your servants and OVERSEERS distrust all blacks, but it is necessary that your slaves trust and depend on us.

Gentlemen, these kits are your keys to control, use them. Never miss an opportunity. My plan is guaranteed, and the good thing about this plan is that if used intensely for one year the slave will remain perpetually distrustful.

-WILLIAM LYNCH-1772

Well, it turns out that many African-Americans believe this speech to be truth: that Willie Lynch actually wrote those words and thereby created a handbook of controlling black people today. This speech has been circulated around the web, even mentioned by Louis Farrakann, who termed the phrase “Willie Lynch Syndrome.”

In discrediting this myth, I site information researched by Professor Manu Ampim, currently faculty member of Merritt College in Oakland, California. Pro. Ampim holds a B.S. in African American studies, and has traveled throughout northern Africa, central America, and Europe.

Pro. Ampim gives a list of various reasons against the authenticity of the Willie Lynch Speech:

William Lynch is invited from the “West Indies” (with no specific country indicated) to give only a short eight-paragraph speech. The cost of such a trip would have been considerable, and for the invited speaker to give only general remarks would have been highly unlikely.

Lynch never thanked the specific host of his speech, he only thanked “the gentlemen of the Colony of Virginia, for bringing me here.” Here, he is rude and shows a lack of etiquette. Also, no specific location for the speech was stated, only that he was speaking “on the bank [sic] of the James River.”

Lynch claims that on his journey to give the speech he saw “a dead slave hanging from a tree.” This is highly unlikely because lynching African Americans from trees did not become common until the late 19th century.

Lynch claims that his method of control will work for “at least 300 hundred years [sic].” First, it has gone unnoticed that the modern writer of the “speech” wrote three hundred twice (“300 hundred years”), which makes no grammatical sense. It should be “300 years” or “three hundred years.” Second, the arbitrary choice of 300 years is interesting because it happens to conveniently bring us to the present time.

Lynch claims that his method of control “will work throughout the South.” This statement clearly shows the modern writer’s historical ignorance. In 1712, there was no region in the current-day U.S. identified as the “South.” The geographical region of the “South” did not become distinct until a century after the alleged speech. Before the American Revolutionary War vs. Britain (1775-1783) the 13 original U.S. colonies were all slaveholding regions, and most of these colonies were in what later became the North, not the “South.” In fact, the region with the second largest slave population during the time of the alleged William Lynch speech was the northern city of New York, where there were a significant number of slave revolts including the rebellion in 1712.

Lynch fails to give “an outline of action” for control as he promised in his speech. He only gives a “simple little list of differences” among “Black slaves.”

Lynch lists his differences by alphabetical order, he states: “On top of my list is ‘Age’, but it is there only because it starts with an ‘A’. “ Yet, after the first two differences (“age” and “color”), Lynch’s list is anything but alphabetical.

Lynch spells “color” in the American form instead of the British form (“colour”). We are led to believe that Lynch was a British slaveowner in the “West Indies,” yet he does not write in British style.

Lastly, the name Willie Lynch is interesting, as it may be a simple play on words: “Will Lynch,” or “Will he Lynch.” This may be a modern psychological game being played on unsuspecting believers?

Also, Pro. Ampim brings up the valid point that none of the greatest black historians from Dubois, Equiano, Frederick Douglass, and Booker T. Washington, mention a Willie Lynch.
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I ask that you remain objective and take this knowledge for yourself. If you want anymore information, follow this link:

http://www.manuampim.com/lynch_hoax1.html

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