Welcome to solitudesounds. I curate playlists and post them here every once in a while to deal with my anxiety, as I find music helps me manage life. I also really want to be a more meticulous student so I make pomodoro playlists as well. I hope you can find some sort of peace or feelings of comfort on my channel.
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I romanticise and idealise,
longing to sound wise,
even though I am a child
who doesn’t know anything
about the world.
- R
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I’m listening to this in the middle of Tennessee
If you see this, please send positive vibes my way. I’ve been struggling with health issues for years and could use your prayers.
Somewhere in italy... but not a single italian composer lol
I'm reaching out for your prayers and healing energy. Please keep me in your thoughts.
not to sound like a snob, but the very first piece is french???
Creo que escuchar esto es felicidad, nostalgia y saber entender que cualquier tormenta emocional va a pasar muy rápido 😞😞😞😞
This is awesome. I'm listening to it on a rainy day holding my cup of coffee somewhere in northern Italy.
infelizmente o autor é um pedófilo
listening this from Albiate (MB), Lombardia. Northern Italy.
I miss my second home. When I listen to these songs I remember the best summers spent in italy. The warmth, the people, the food, friends, family that you only see once a year. The sweetest memories.
00:37 “is there anything you don’t know?” “i know nothing Oliver..”
what a vibe, this is the place to be
This video is for annoying people
love how most of the composers are french in an italian playlist
ecco2k
damn he's still using this channel
i think honestly the main reason i love this movie so much is because it reminds me of growing up spending summers in southern austria, and how much i can relate myself and my experiences to elio.
Funny thing is that in northern italy there is much more southern music than foreign people could imagine
One of the playlists of my dream. Would have been nice if you added Reflect dans l’eau of Debussy.
Which version of each song did you choose? I find those interpretations of Liszt incredible
If I remember correctly it's Garrick Ohlsson's interpretation of Les Jeux d'eaux a la Villa d'Este and for Au Bord d'une source it's André Laplante's version For Liszt's transcription of Schubert I chose Evgeny Kissin's version
Throughout my own summer, I shared a friendship that had happened over 2 years ago. Cory and I shared a love of music, art, coffee, film, humor, and sometimes even nature. Though he was older than I was. He was certainly the Elio in our story. We loved that story so much. While visiting my grandparents, he and I couldn't stop talking to each other over the phone because of how far I was and he was far from me. Our texts would last a few hours, but I spent equal time with my family and him. During the middle of our vacation, I found out I had picked up Covid from the plane ride to see my family. So my mother, my uncle, and I went to spend three days in a hotel to prevent my grandparents from getting ill with the virus. We each got a room for ourselves to prevent either of us from getting the other sick a second time. I told Cory, and he and I continued talking all night. He made sure I was never alone in my hotel room. One special night he and I picked out Call Me By Your Name and watched the film. Of course, I cried at the end, and he asked me, " Would you call me by your name?" My heart started to beat fast. Like it was rattling a cage inside my torso, kicking and pushing my chest and my back. And so we did. A week or so, I told him while wandering around an aquarium with my friends that walking with him was like hearing a choir play music every time he took a step. We called the feeling "Alto," and whenever the two of us couldn't express our feelings verbally or wanted to say more than just "I love you." We said, Alto. Movie nights, college events, milkshake dates, and playing video games together seemed last so long. Still, they felt short compared to the life we desired. We both unofficially (because neither of us had rings and were broke) proposed to each other. I was Mr. Ackerman, and he was Mr. Kruse. After 5 months of romance and friendship, we felt estranged and grew distant. I searched for where that lost love could have run off to, but after a couple poor decisions and listening to my folks' disapproval of dating a boy. We decided it was best to end our dating. That, unfortunately, ended our friendship too. I couldn't really tell you what's going on with Cory now. All that he has is someone new, and he is living his best. I'm still in college listening to and watching Call Me By Your Name. I feel sad every now and then. Missing the memories we shared, but I receive an odd sense of joy that he's being loved on and quite possibly loved more than I could have loved him by someone new. So Cory, if you are reading this. Alto, thank you for giving me a story. I can be proud to say I lived. Thank you for helping me live and not just survive.
ur making me tear up
Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for sharing.😊
What a beautiful story
grazie per aver condiviso una delle storie d'amore più belle e reali che abbia mai sentito!
Are any of these pieces of music Italian?
We are all in B. right now aren't we?
ohio
The first picture is taken from the movie Le genou de Claire by Eric Rohmer, it is on the Lac d'Annecy in France :)
thank you 😁
not a single italian composer tho
بلايلست مناسبه للخريف
I live in Bassano Del Grappa in the countryside and now I've got something to do....playing instruments and painting with my lover.
i expected synth music
I was on vacation in Trento, Italy last week and this catches the mood perfectly. Driving around those tall mountains and beautiful lakes was astonishing.
love this thank you
Perfection.
Less disco and cocaine than I was expecting
The picture looks like a screenshot from Claires knee by Eric Rohmer. Is that correct?
Als dansende rook in de wind, een wederzijdse speling tussen beweging en stilte, een uitvouwing van vorm afgewisseld met een terugkeer in zichzelf, en zo, weer opgenomen in het totaal. Soms dan wou ik dat ik met een boot kon varen over de ochtendwolken in de richting van de zonsopkomst, en dat ik met mijn handen hun frisse substantie kon ophalen om met een traan van geluk een strand uit mijn ogen te waaien, terwijl ik een diepe, ohhhhh diepe zucht slaak die de de bossen, de bomen, de dieren en de wereld ontwaakt. Maar dan word ik wakker... En groet ik de dag zo goed ik kan, of zeg ik hem niet altijd uit goesting, 'even later (was ik maar daar, stromend naar boven, naar de zee die de sterren verbindt, met elkaar).' -Kjell De Mars, 29-08-2022
just a drop of dew in the web of life a piece of mind that reflects the whole play contained in a familiar stranger fallen out of the same cloud we stood up and walked we the high mountain range with giant steps, and stories abound making wonderful marks in the deep sands of change that give way to the marvelous waves of space and so it goes, they say... we who know we cannot stay we stray with eyes ablaze through starry skies we like and try to leave behind for who knows what reason a weird little giggle that echoes through time -Kjell De Mars
listening this in Southern Italy, Calabria. But moving to Firenze soon :)
Great selection. Very serene.
Is the image a still from Clair's knee by Eric Rohmer?
We are one against anxiety <3 Can't thank you enough for your videos
Reminds me of Lac Leman
eu precisava fazer um texto e essa pareceu a melhor opção e krl deu uma inspiração a ful
Great playlist
italy won
Interesting because none of them were Italian classical music ... but they are my favorite pieces tho
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V boring
Not a single Italian composer haha
#callmebyyourname
Purtroppo il nord non é così romantico lol
You wake up one lazy afternoon, guided by a hazy mind telling you to go somewhere. With not a worry in mind, you follow where this inner voice leads you. The gentle breeze rides your back as you walk down an alleyway in a foreign, but quaint town. Time passes, and the road ahead of you continues. The town is behind you, wilderness takes over. The trees seem to hide a pretty little secret. Entranced, you pull away the curtain of branches and see a field lays in front of you. The sun hides behind the mountains now, and drowsiness kicks in. You lie down in the grass, yielding your senses to nature. You soon fall asleep with your favorite tune playing in your head.