Hello everyone. I hope you are all well and having a great weekend. I am pleased to share my trumpet performance of “Vincent”, a beautiful ballad composed by Don McLean. This piece of music is a tribute to the post-impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh. The song’s beginning refers to one of my favorite paintings: “The Starry Night”. The lyrics express in words the painter’s lonely and somewhat delusional life, his genius, and his lack of recognition while he was alive. The instrumentation is minimalist, with the acoustic guitar creating an intimate and subtle atmosphere. The key is evidently minor, and conveys a feeling of melancholy and introspection. The tempo is moderate, with a constant and regular rhythm. This song has a melodic bridge that connects the verses to the chorus, and I want to highlight a slight variation in harmony and melody, which creates a point of tension and release.
Spanish | Español (click here)
Hola a todos. Espero que se encuentren bien y que tengan un excelente fin de semana. Tengo el placer de compartir mi interpretación con mi trompeta de «Vincent», una hermosa balada compuesta por Don McLean. Esta pieza musical es un homenaje al pintor postimpresionista Vincent van Gogh. Al inicio de la canción hace referencia a una de mis pinturas favoritas: “La noche estrellada”. La letra expresa con palabras la vida solitaria y un poco delirante del pintor, su genialidad y su falta de reconocimiento mientras vivía. La instrumentación es minimalista, con la guitarra acústica creando una atmósfera íntima y sutil. La tonalidad es evidentemente menor, y transmite un sentimiento de melancolía e introspección. El tempo es moderado, con un ritmo constante y regular. Esta canción tiene un puente melódico que conecta los versos con el coro, y quiero destacar una ligera variación en la armonía y la melodía, que crea un punto de tensión y liberación.
I love the relationship between painting and music. Both arts have the power to transmit emotions, tell stories, and create a magical scene. I have had the opportunity to visit museums and art exhibitions where the visible world merges with the invisible. It is incredible the different emotions that both arts express. Colors, textures, and shapes are like sounds that reach the heart and mind. A fundamental element is rhythm, and in music it manifests itself in the succession of sounds and silences. Composition is the manifestation of the different forms and expressions of our external world. Many times, when we compose, we base ourselves on images, dreams, and lived experiences. I really like those songs and paintings that tell stories and speak of who we are.
Spanish | Español (click here)
Me encanta esa relación que existe entre la pintura y la música. Ambas artes tienen el poder de transmitir emociones, contar historias y crean una escena mágica. He tenido la oportunidad de visitar museos y exhibiciones de arte donde el mundo visible se funde con lo invisible. Es increíble las diferentes emociones que ambas artes expresan. Los colores, texturas, y formas son como sonidos que llegan al corazón y a la mente. Un elemento fundamental es el ritmo, y en la música se manifiesta en la sucesión de sonidos y silencios. La composición es la manifestación de las diferentes formas y expresiones de nuestro mundo exterior. Muchas veces, cuando componemos, nos basamos en imágenes, sueños y experiencias vividas. Me gustan mucho esas canciones y pinturas que relatan historias, y hablan de quienes somos.
Vincent
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Fuentes / Sources
| Images | Obtained in Unsplash |
|---|---|
| Lyrics | “Vincent (Starry Starry Night)” by Don McLean on Genius |
| Thumbnail & Banner | Made with Adobe Creative Cloud Express |
| Gifs | Created with EZGif |
| Specific information | Vangogh Museum |
| Original Track | "Vincent" by Don McLean |
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