Frank Sinatra with "My Way" on his Stradivarius violin... |
Èçâåñòíûé ãîëëàíäñêèé ñêðèïà÷, äèðèæåð è êîìïîçèòîð, è åãî îðêåñòð,- Andre Rieu (Ãîëëàíäèÿ) åãî õîð è îðêåñòð îòäàë äàíü Ôðàíêó Ñèíàòðå ñ åãî ïåñíåé My Way «Ìîé Ïóòü» Ñîëüíàÿ ïàðòèÿ èñïîëíåíà íà ñêðèïêå (Stradivarius). Ðàäèî-Ãîðîäñêîé Ìþçèê-õîëë Íüþ-Éîðê 29 èþëÿ 2006. Composer: Jacques Revaux (France) Written: Paul Anka (Canada)
ÑËÓØÀÉÒÅ È ÑÌÎÒÐÈÒÅ! ÑÊÐÈÏÊÀ ÓÌÅÅÒ ÃÎÂÎÐÈÒÜ ÁÅÇ ÑËÎÂ... ...ó ìíîãèõ â çàëå ñëåçû íà ãëàçàõ
Àíäðå Ëåîí Ìàðè Íèêîëÿ Ðü¸ (Andre Leon Marie Nicolas Rieu), ñûí äèðèæ¸ðà Àíäðå Ðü¸-ñòàðøåãî ðîäèëñÿ â 1949 ãîäó â ã. Ìààñòðèõò. Ñâîè ïåðâûå óðîêè ñêðèïêè îí íà÷àë áðàòü â 1954 ãîäó.
Ó÷èëñÿ â Ëüåæå, çàòåì â Ìààñòðèõòå, â 1977 ã. îêîí÷èë Áðþññåëüñêóþ êîíñåðâàòîðèþ. Èãðàë âòîðóþ ñêðèïêó â Ëèìáóðãñêîì ñèìôîíè÷åñêîì îðêåñòðå ïîä ðóêîâîäñòâîì ñâîåãî îòöà.
Îñíîâàâ Ìààñòðèõòñêèé ñàëîííûé îðêåñòð, ñîñòîÿâøèé âñåãî èç íåñêîëüêèõ ìóçûêàíòîâ, Ðü¸ âûñòóïàë ñ íèìè â ãîëëàíäñêèõ äîìàõ ïðåñòàðåëûõ, èñïîëíÿÿ âåíñêèå âàëüñû.  1987 ã. ïîä ðóêîâîäñòâîì Ðü¸ âîçíèê Îðêåñòð Èîãàííà Øòðàóñà, ïåðâîíà÷àëüíî âêëþ÷àâøèé 12 èñïîëíèòåëåé.  1992 ã. îðêåñòð çàïèñàë ïåðâûé äèñê - «Merry Christma»; â 1994 ãîäó çàïèñü Âòîðîãî âàëüñà èç Ñþèòû äëÿ ýñòðàäíîãî îðêåñòðà Äìèòðèÿ Øîñòàêîâè÷à ñäåëàëà Ðü¸ è åãî íîâûé êîëëåêòèâ çíàìåíèòûì ïî âñåì Íèäåðëàíäàì è íå òîëüêî, à âòîðîé àëüáîì, «Strauß & Co.» (Øòðàóñ è êîìïàíèÿ), îêîëî ãîäà íå ïîêèäàë íàöèîíàëüíûé Top100.
 1996 ãîäó Àíäðå Ðüå áûë óäîñòîåí íàãðàäû «WORLD MUSIC AWARD».
 äàëüíåéøåì Ðü¸ ñî ñâîèì îðêåñòðîì øèðîêî ãàñòðîëèðîâàë ïî ìèðó, âûïóñêàë äî ñåìè àëüáîìîâ (ñòóäèéíûõ è êîíöåðòíûõ) â ãîä, óâåëè÷èë ñîñòàâ îðêåñòðà äî 50-55 ìóçûêàíòîâ.
Ýñòðàäíàÿ ìàíåðà Ðü¸, âêëþ÷àþùàÿ ðàçíîîáðàçíûå ýëåìåíòû øîó, âûçûâàåò çíà÷èòåëüíóþ äîëþ êðèòèêè. Îäíà èç íèäåðëàíäñêèõ ðàäèîñòàíöèé êëàññè÷åñêîé ìóçûêè èñïîëüçîâàëà ñëîãàí «Íèêàêèõ Ðü¸ — ãàðàíòèÿ 100 %!» (àíãë. Guaranteed 100% Rieu-free!).
Î òîì, êàê íåïðèíóæäåííî, âåñåëî è ðàäîñòíî ïðîõîäÿò êîíöåðòû Àíäðå Ðü¸, ìîæíî ñóäèòü ïî ìíîãî÷èñëåííûì çàïèñÿì åãî âûñòóïëåíèé.
Êîíöåðò Àíäðå Ðüå (Andre Rieu) ýòî âñåãäà ýôôåêòíîå è êðàñî÷íîå øîó, êîòîðîå ïðèòÿãèâàåò øèðîêóþ ïóáëèêó â Åâðîïå, Ñåâåðíîé Àìåðèêå è ßïîíèè. Åãî ðåïåðòóàð ñîñòîèò èç êëàññè÷åñêîé ìóçûêè, íî òàêæå âêëþ÷àåò èíòåðïðåòàöèè ïîïóëÿðíîé ìóçûêè, à òàêæå èçâåñòíûå ñàóíäòðåêè èç ôèëüìîâ è òåàòðàëüíûõ ïîñòàíîâîê. Åãî ýíåðãèÿ è äðóæåëþáíûé íàñòðîé íåñðàâíèìû íè ñ ÷åì. Ïðèâëåêàòåëüíûé è õàðèçìàòè÷íûé Àíäðå Ðüå óâëåêàåò âñåõ çðèòåëåé â ìèð êðàñîòû ìóçûêè. Íî ýòî êîíå÷íî íå âñ¸! Îðêåñòð èì. Èîãàííà Øòðàóñà, êîòîðûì îí ðóêîâîäèò (îêîëî 50 ÷åëîâåê) îäåòû â âåëèêîëåïíûå êðàñî÷íûå ïëàòüÿ è êîñòþìû.  êîíöåðò îðãàíè÷åñêè âïèñàíû ðàçëè÷íûå ýëåìåíòû øîó, ÷òî äåëàåò êðàñî÷íûìè, ëåãêèìè, âîëíèòåëüíûìè. Íà åãî êîíöåðòàõ âñåãäà öàðèò àòìîñôåðà åäèíåíèÿ ñ ìóçûêîé – Øòðàóñ, Ìîöàðò, Øîñòàêîâè÷, Êàëüìàí è ïîïóëÿðíûå ìåëîäèè ðàçíûõ íàðîäîâ.
Ôðýíê Ñèíàòðà — àìåðèêàíñêèé àêò¸ð, ïåâåö è øîóìýí. Äåâÿòü ðàç ñòàíîâèëñÿ ëàóðåàòîì ïðåìèè «Ãðýììè». Ñëàâèëñÿ ðîìàíòè÷åñêèì ñòèëåì èñïîëíåíèÿ ïåñåí è «áàðõàòíûì» ãîëîñîì. ÏÅÑÍß "My Way" -Ìîé ÏÓÒÜ,- áûëà çíàêîâîé äëÿ Ñèíàòðû.
Íèæå äàí òåêñò ïåñíè è ïåðåâîä ( ×åðåç ñòðî÷êó)
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And now, the end is near,
Ñåé÷àñ, â êîíöå ïóòè,
And so I face the final curtain.
Êîãäà òàê áëèçîê ÷àñ ïðîùàíüÿ,
My friend, I'll say it clear,
Âñåì âàì, äðóçüÿ ìîè,
I'll state my case
Îòêðîþñü ÿ
of which I am certain.
Áåç êîëåáàíüÿ.
I've lived the life that's full,
ß æèçíü èñïèë äî äíà,
I travelled each and every highway,
ß âñ¸ èçâåäàë â íåé, íå ñêðîþ,
And more, much more than this,
Íî ÷òî êóäà âàæíåé,
I did it... my way.
ß áûë... ñîáîþ.
Regrets? I've had a few,
Çà ñïåñü ñòðàäàë ïîä÷àñ,
But then again, too few to mention.
Íî ñîæàëåë ñîâñåì íå ìíîãî.
I did what I had to do
Ñïîëíà è íå ðîïùà,
And saw it through without exemption.
Ïëàòèë ïî âñåì ñ÷åòàì îò Áîãà.
I planned each charted course,
ß ìîã â îáõîä äîðîã
Each careful step along the byway,
Ïîéòè îäèí øàëüíîé ñòåç¸þ,
And more, much more than this,
È â ýòîì, âèäèò Áîã,
I did it my way.
ß áûë ñîáîþ...
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you new,
Äà, ýòî òàê, ãîðàçä áûë ÿ
When I bit off more than I could chew,
Áðàòü ñëèøêîì ìíîãî íà ñåáÿ,
But through it all,
Íî è òîãäà
when there was doubt,
ß íå õàíäðèë
I ate it up and spit it out,
È í¸ñ ñâîé êðåñò ïî ìåðå ñèë,
I faced it all and I stood tall,
Íå ïàñîâàë, óäàð äåðæàë
And did it my way.
È áûë ñîáîþ.
I,ve loved, I,ve laughed and cried,
ß çíàë âîñòîðã è áîëü,
I,ve had my fill, my share of loosing,
Ñìåÿëñÿ âñëàñòü, ëþáèë è ïëàêàë.
And now, as tears subside,
Ïóñêàé ïîäñòûëà êðîâü,
I find it all so amusing.
ß ýòèõ äíåé âäûõàþ ëàäàí.
To think, I did all that,
ß, ïðàâî æ, áûë â ñåäëå,
And may I say, not in a shy way ..
Ñêàçàë áû äàæå, ñòàë çâåçäîþ ..
Oh, no. Oh no, not me ..
Íî íåò, ñóäèòü íå ìíå -
I did it my way.
ß áûë ñîáîþ.
For what is a man? What has he got,
Ó íàñ, ìóæ÷èí îäèí óäåë,
If not himself, then he has naught.
Ñîáîþ áûòü, èëè íèêåì,
To say the things he truely feels,
Äåðçàòü è ïðàâäó ãîâîðèòü,
And not the words of one who kneels.
Íå ãíóòü êîëåíè, íå ñêóëèòü.
The record shows I took the blows
ß â æèçíè ñí¸ñ íåìàëî ãðîç
And did it my way.
È áûë ñîáîþ.
Yes, it was my way.
Äà, ÿ áûë ñîáîþ.
* ïîýòè÷åñêèé (ýêâèðèòìè÷åñêèé) ïåðåâîä
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