Hector Berlioz

Hector Berlioz (French: [ɛktɔʁ bɛʁljoːz]; 11 December 1803 – 8 March 1869) was a French Romantic composer, best known for his compositions Symphonie fantastique and Grande messe des morts (Requiem). Berlioz made significant contributions to the modern orchestra with his Treatise on Instrumentation. He specified huge orchestral forces for some of his works, and conducted several concerts with more than 1,000 musicians. He also composed around 50 songs. His influence was critical for the further development of Romanticism, especially in composers like Richard Wagner, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, Franz Liszt, Richard Strauss, and Gustav Mahler.

Biography

Early years

Hector Berlioz was born in France at La Côte-Saint-André in the département of Isère, near Grenoble. His father, Louis Berlioz, a respected provincial physician and scholar who is widely credited for first experimenting with and recording the use of acupuncture in Europe, was responsible for much of the young Berlioz's education. Louis was an agnostic, with a liberal outlook; his mother, Marie-Antoinette, was a devout Roman Catholic. He had five siblings in all, three of whom did not survive to adulthood. The other two, Nanci and Adèle, remained close to Berlioz throughout his life.

Berlioz (disambiguation)

Hector Berlioz (1803–1869) was a French Romantic composer.

Berlioz may also refer to:

  • Berlioz (surname)
  • Berlioz Point, headland of Antarctica
  • 69288 Berlioz, asteroid
  • MS Berlioz, a ship owned by Eurotunnel operated by MyFerryLink
  • Berlioz (surname)

    Berlioz is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:

  • Hector Berlioz (1803–1869), French composer
  • Jacques Berlioz (1891–1975), French zoologist
  • Sergio Berlioz (born 1963), Mexican composer and musicologist
  • Podcasts:

    Hector Berlioz

    ALBUMS

    Berlioz

    Released 2006

    La Damnation de Faust / Harold en Italie (feat. conductor: Igor Markevitch)

    Released 2002

    La Damnation de Faust

    Released 1998

    Berlioz: Symphonie fantastique / Mussorgsky: Pictures at an Exhibition

    Released 1998

    Born: 1803-12-11

    Died: 1869-03-08

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Why Oh Why

    by: Borialis

    Somebody tell me why we landed here on the planet left
    stranded
    We suffer in this land then we leave it empty-handed
    Experience a fraction of eternity then vanish
    I never took advantage, I just took it all for granted
    In my youth man, I used to smoke a quarter a night
    Was bored of my life, ignoring all the glorious sights
    I was lost getting caught up in all the hype
    It took me ten years to get my priorities right
    I'm up close and personal with my daily abuse
    But all you fairies say spare me cause you're scared of
    the truth
    Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
    You get nothing out of living lies
    Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
    Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
    You get nothing out of living lies
    Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
    You know I really think it's funny
    When you're flaunting all your automobiles
    Cause I know that money's something that you oughta
    conceal
    The more you reveal the more we know it all isn't real
    I bet you frauds keep talkin' till your coffin is
    sealed
    But it's ok, you behave in anyway that you want
    Cause I can look you in the face and know you're fakin'
    the funk
    So take a second and brace yourself for taking this
    punch
    You may leave a little shaken when I break through your
    front
    Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
    You get nothing out of living lies
    Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
    Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
    You get nothing out of living lies
    Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
    I was just another white kid who suffered an identity
    crisis
    I ain't the only one I know that many are like this
    So I did it how I did it never cared if they liked it
    Kids got so excited they was ready to bite shit
    Me getting on the mic is just like getting a license
    To be hittin' all you critics that are stereotypin'
    My only problem is I got plenty of vices
    But I'll keep on writin' till I'm ready and ripe
    Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
    You get nothing out of living lies
    Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
    Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
    You get nothing out of living lies




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