Video by Martin Janneck. Gabriele plays a lute by Josef Kreisel with strings from Pyramid.
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@arcturusthelion3 күн бұрын
Wonderful music on my birthday! Thanks for the present 😊
@MichelPORTAT2 күн бұрын
👍👍350 Absolument incroyable ! quelle dextérité et surtout quelle magnifique interprétation , un big like et un grand BRAVO 👏👏👏👏👍👍🎶🎶🎸🎸👍👍👍👍👍👍😊😊
@heinznachbaur9895Ай бұрын
Sehr schönes Stück! Der feine klang der Laute und die wunderbare Interpretation - einfach toll! BRAVO
@gabrielejanneckАй бұрын
Vielen herzlichen Dank.
@linovinn7011Ай бұрын
Absolut klasse!!! Ich mag Lautenmusik, sehr schön gespielt. Ich habe in meiner Jugend klassische Gitarre gelernt und finde Laute/Theorbe/Chitaronne einfach genial....
@Lute1697Ай бұрын
great performance. A major on baroque lute is a real challenge. Well done 🙂
@sjaakjansen2220Ай бұрын
What a lovely surprise! I can hardly stop listening to it, again, again, again, ... so beautiful and relaxing.
@gabrielejanneckАй бұрын
Thank you so much.
@VA-lo4ulАй бұрын
Lovely piece, I really enjoyed your interpretation.
@kithgАй бұрын
I enjoyed this very much, thank you.
@adilsonsilva5101Ай бұрын
Perfeito!! Quando ouço estas peças sendo estudadas e tocadas magistralmente, meu espírito se renova. Manter a tradição não é cultuar as cinzas, mas sim manter as chamas acesas.
@marcinkowskimariusz7787Ай бұрын
pięknie
@user-bg9nq9ib8gАй бұрын
Einfach bezaubernd...
@rhodembАй бұрын
Is that you composition ,great ,didn’t Know what instrument a “ alaúde “ in Portuguese , was . It ‘s mentioned in the Bible .
@WStallardАй бұрын
This canopy mark: 'tis the work of a fay; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish, When lovely Titania was far, far away, And cruelly left him to sorrow, and anguish There, oft would he bring from his soft-sighing lute Wild strains to which, spell-bound, the nightingales listened; The wondering spirits of heaven were mute, And tears 'mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened. In this little dome, all those melodies strange, Soft, plaintive, and melting, for ever will sigh; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change; Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die. John Keats