Moussorgsky

Sometimes, Moussorgsky is whole civilizations discarded by life.

Archive 2007-04-01 Matthew Guerrieri 2007

Sometimes, Moussorgsky is whole civilizations discarded by life.

Career objectives Matthew Guerrieri 2007

Our second composer born on this day is Modest Moussorgsky, a Russian musician without any classical training who went on to write some of the greatest songs of the nineteenth century.

Five People Born on March 21 | myFiveBest 2010

As He says this, Satan appears, classical in red skin, immense priapus, horns, snake tail, black mustache and goatee, Modest Moussorgsky playing Night on Bald Mountain behind him.

Full Tilt Boogie 2009

I like night on bald mountain And Moussorgsky (who needs a pronounciation helper) has a nice piece called promenade or something that used to give my fingers a great workout on the piano (not that my kids will ever let me play solo anymore, they want to help).

E-China-See-Ya~A Public Service Announcement « Fairegarden 2009

As He says this, Satan appears, classical in red skin, immense priapus, horns, snake tail, black mustache and goatee, Modest Moussorgsky playing Night on Bald Mountain behind him.

Full Tilt Boogie 2009

I'd recommend all my New York readers to check out the concerts click here for the ticket site, even though the two interesting pieces are bracketed by the Brandenberg Concerto #2 and the Moussorgsky/Ravel "Pictures at an Exhibition" which are as ridiculous as the "Magic Flute" and "Francesca da Rimini" as companion pieces.

Archive 2008-10-01 sfmike 2008

I'd recommend all my New York readers to check out the concerts click here for the ticket site, even though the two interesting pieces are bracketed by the Brandenberg Concerto #2 and the Moussorgsky/Ravel "Pictures at an Exhibition" which are as ridiculous as the "Magic Flute" and "Francesca da Rimini" as companion pieces.

Emanuel Ax and the Art of Programming sfmike 2008

Unless you count the Halloween-ish stuff, like Moussorgsky or Liszt or Berlioz.

Rites of Autumn jhetley 2004

Here again it was of the barely lyrical declamation of Moussorgsky that the vendor reminded me, but not of it alone.

The Captive 2003