I have Thursdays off from uni, so I thought it'd be nice to try and catch the lunchtime concert at Edvard Grieg's house, Troldhaugen, which is luckily just a short tram journey away from where I live.
Grieg's villa
His composing hut next to the fjord
I walked around a bit and then it was time for the concert. They had a singer in as well as the pianist, and they started with one of my favourites from the Peer Gynt Suites - Solveigs Sang.
I recorded the performance (something you're probably not really supposed to do, but I was feeling rebellious after I got tailed in his villa. It's not my fault I look suspicious, although the filthy look I shot the person following me around probably didn't help my case), and you can listen to it in the video below, which is also a slideshow of some of the photos I have taken so far. Apologies for the slight rustling noise at the start.
I've been wandering around singing it to myself ever since (just not opera-style).
og neste Sommer med, og det hele År,
men engang vil du komme, det ved jeg vist,
og jeg skal nok vente, for det lovte jeg sidst.
Gud styrke dig, hvor du i Verden går,
Gud glæde dig, hvis du for hans Fodskammel står.
Her skal jeg vente til du kommer igjen;
og venter du hist oppe, vi træffes der, min Ven!
After the concert I took I stroll down to Grieg's tomb (cheery stuff), which is set into the rock face just above the fjord, which I sat next to for a while and tried not to think about how pissed off I was with the staff (ruining my nice day out.. grumble grumble).
The tomb of Edvard and Nina Grieg, set into the rock face
A path out to the fjord
I leave you with a short excerpt from Trolltog (March of the trolls), which I also recorded before my camera started complaining that it'd run out of memory.
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