Jason Victor Serinus

Jason Victor Serinus, Stephen Francis Vasta  |  Apr 09, 2021  |  10 comments
Jodie Devos: And Love Said..., Hans Rott: Orchestral Works Vol.2 and Alfred Schnittke: Works for Violin and Piano.
Jason Victor Serinus  |  Apr 02, 2021  |  14 comments
"I want to redo that painting," the spouse declared. "It's too dark."

"What's wrong with dark?" I responded. "Rembrandt's portraits are often dark. So are the paintings of Courbet and Hobbema. Your color palette represents how you were feeling at the moment. If it's true to you and speaks strongly, why change it?"

Jason Victor Serinus  |  Mar 18, 2021  |  5 comments
Žibuoklė Martinaitytė: Saudade
Lithuanian National Symphony Orchestra, Lithuanian Chamber Orchestra, Giedrė Slekytė, cond.; Gabrielius Alekna, piano.
Ondine ODE1386 (24/96 download). 2021. Aleksandra Kerienė. Vilius Keras, prods.; Evelina Staniulytė, Aleksandra Kerienė, Vilius Keras, engs.
Performance *****
Sonics ****½

Might this recording be too "out there" for some? I spent hours mulling alternative recommendations, my favorites being accordionist Ksenija Sidorova's captivating Piazzolla Reflections and cellist Nicole Peña Comas and pianist Hugo Llanos Campos's beautiful new recording of Latin American music, El Canto del Cisne Negro. Either would have been accessible in more obvious ways than Saudade, a collection of four recent orchestral and chamber works by Lithuanian composer Žibuoklė Martinaitytė.

Jason Victor Serinus  |  Mar 14, 2021  |  10 comments
Listening, an extraordinary video tribute to the late writer Art Dudley's taste, vision, and devotion to music, premiers this month on Stereophile's YouTube channel. The video follows the unusual path of Art's beloved Altec Lansing Flamenco loudspeakers from their home in Upstate New York to their current residence, the listening room of deaf audiophile Bob Lichtenberg in Port Orchard, Washington.
Kurt Gottschalk, Jason Victor Serinus, Stephen Francis Vasta  |  Mar 12, 2021  |  3 comments
Dame Ethyl Smyth: The Prison, Tristan Perich: Drift Multiply, David Greilsammer: Labyrinth and Violins of Hope: Live at Kohl Mansion.
Jason Victor Serinus  |  Feb 26, 2021  |  19 comments
On top of a desk, an audio system must be able to deliver satisfying sound in a nonoptimal environment: a flat, reflective plane (the desktop) cluttered with keyboard (or maybe a laptop computer); a mouse; assorted papers, books, and trash; and, perpendicular to that, another flat, reflective plane (the computer display), which, if it's not a tiny laptop screen, will block some of the soundwaves emanating from the speakers. Such sonically inhospitable spaces can consign 3D stereo imaging (and other desirable sonic traits) to the realm of the imagination.
Jason Victor Serinus, Stephen Francis Vasta  |  Feb 05, 2021  |  0 comments
Béla Bartók: String Quartets Nos.1, 3 & 5, Nicholas Cords: Touch Harmonious and Joseph C. Phillips Jr.: The Grey Land: A Mono-Opera.
Jason Victor Serinus  |  Jan 28, 2021  |  15 comments
Joy. It's all about the joy.

Joy manifests during those moments when the critical mind suspends, the lens clears, and only union between you and your experience exists. When joy arises, time stands still, all sense of separation vanishes, and only wonder remains.

Many of us live for those moments. Moments of understanding that transcend verbiage and mental chatter and affirm what is real and eternal about the human condition.

Jason Victor Serinus, Stephen Francis Vasta  |  Dec 31, 2020  |  5 comments
Jakob Bangsø: Corigliano, Caravassilis, Siegel: Guitar Concertos, Beethoven: Christus am Ölberge, Sir John Tavener: No Longer Mourn for Me and Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake (excerpts).
Jason Victor Serinus  |  Dec 08, 2020  |  27 comments
How to explain the power that trained operatic voices hold over many of us? For me, the pull began days after I was born, when acoustic 78s of tenor Enrico Caruso and coloratura sopranos Amelita Galli-Curci and Luisa Tetrazzini played in the background. There was something about the way the dramatic-to-the-core Caruso sang, as if his life depended on it, while the high-flying coloraturas skipped lightly through impossible strings of notes. It moved me like little else.

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