Don Basilio
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« on: 13:55:37, 02-10-2007 » |
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I notice that the calendar gives St Cecilia's Day as 1 November. I don't know why that is. 1 November is All Saints (the day after All Hallows Eve). I have entered St Cecilia on 22 November
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #1 on: 14:04:25, 02-10-2007 » |
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Quite right too, DonB ( ). Blessed Cecilia-a-a-a-a-a-a Pear in visions 2 All musiciansa Pear and inspire Translaaaaate it daughter come Dough nan startelcom Posing mortal Swithim ortle Fire
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #2 on: 14:36:47, 02-10-2007 » |
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And by ocean's margin this innocent virgin Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer And notes tremendous from her great engine Thundered out on the Roman air
Thank you, W H Auden.
I just looked it up to check if Auden's Anthem for St C was the source of tinner's recent effusion.
I'm not easily shocked (as the actress said to the bishop) but this innocent virgin Constructed an organ to enlarge. Really blush making.
I don't know Britten's setting of Auden's words: given his delicate sensibilities I'm suprised he coped with that line.
NB I didn't have room on the calendar to add that 22 November is also Ben Britten's Birthday. Its as good as Shakespeare and St George.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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Mary Chambers
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« Reply #3 on: 15:22:59, 02-10-2007 » |
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The poem is dedicated to Britten, and is about him in many ways.
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Mary Chambers
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« Reply #4 on: 15:25:50, 02-10-2007 » |
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Quite right too, DonB ( ). Blessed Cecilia-a-a-a-a-a-a Pear in visions 2 All musiciansa Pear and inspire Translaaaaate it daughter come Dough nan startelcom Posing mortal Swithim ortle FireAh, I have sung that version many times .
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« Reply #5 on: 16:36:30, 02-10-2007 » |
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I don't know Britten's setting of Auden's words: given his delicate sensibilities I'm suprised he coped with that line. The Auden is indeed as Mary mentioned very much about Britten and reads not unlike Auden's letters criticising various aspects of Britten's life and affections; Britten must certainly have known exactly what Auden was getting at, especially in the "I cannot grow / I have no shadow to run away from / I only play... I shall never be different / Love me" lines. To me it's an extraordinary feat for him to have set them the way he did - almost like picking up a flung-down gauntlet. And what a wonderful piece...
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #6 on: 16:41:32, 02-10-2007 » |
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I'm not easily shocked (as the actress said to the bishop) but this innocent virgin Constructed an organ to enlarge. Really blush making.
I don't know Britten's setting of Auden's words: given his delicate sensibilities I'm suprised he coped with that line.
a little nod to Ned Sherrin's memory there tooStill not as mirth-provoking as "Come ye sons, O fart away", though, I find? Nor even that Purcellian hedgerow-crossing for sprites, "Fairy Stile".
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Ruth Elleson
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« Reply #7 on: 16:45:09, 02-10-2007 » |
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Or, indeed, could that be done "Fairy Style"?
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Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf' entflossen, Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen, Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #8 on: 23:04:09, 02-10-2007 » |
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OK this is fascinating for a musical Muggle like me.
I don't know the Britten setting. I have come across the words in Auden's poetry. What is the musical setting called, and what recordings are there?
While we are on the subject of WHA and BB, any comments on Paul Bunyan, (a work I have never heard)?
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #9 on: 23:07:44, 02-10-2007 » |
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a little nod to Ned Sherrin's memory there too
I never saw Ned Twinky's Metropolitan Iolanthe, but I seem to remember much being made of the line "I'm a fairy from the waist down" at the time. Who played Strephon in that version?
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #10 on: 23:15:38, 02-10-2007 » |
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What is the musical setting called, and what recordings are there?
Hymn to St. Cecilia, for unaccompanied chorus, op. 27I only know one recording, but I think it's excellent: the Monteverdi Choir under Gardiner (on Deutsche Grammophon, actually as a filler for the Spring Symphony). Truly beautiful is exquisite soprano solo by Emma Preston-Dunlop (I reckon): "O dear white children casual as birds, Playing among the ruined languages, So small beside their large confusing words, So gay against the greater silences Of dreadful things you did: O hang the head, Impetuous child with the tremendous brain, O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain, Lost innocence who wished your lover dead, Weep for the lives your wishes never led."Would this be about Britten too? 'Lost innocence' and all that. To be honest, I don't understand a word of it. But it's absolutely beautiful in song.
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« Reply #11 on: 23:31:15, 02-10-2007 » |
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I never saw Ned Twinky's Metropolitan Iolanthe, but I seem to remember much being made of the line "I'm a fairy from the waist down" at the time. Who played Strephon in that version?
They must have changed the lines, then, because in the original, Strephon is a fairy from the waist upwards. (And one leg's a Tory and the other a Liberal.) I wasn't Strephon in that production but I was in an amateur version once. And Sullivan died on November 22 (1900).
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« Reply #12 on: 23:46:29, 02-10-2007 » |
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I never saw Ned Twinky's Metropolitan Iolanthe, but I seem to remember much being made of the line "I'm a fairy from the waist down" at the time. Who played Strephon in that version?
Wish I could remember! The cast were mostly young "up-and-comings", as I recall - some of the leads were played by established "G&S" performers (I seem to remember Nicki Lanzetter, who was a "World Of G&S" soloist, was one of the mezzos). Anyhow, "Strephon" was made-out to be "Red Ken"... Sherrin had substantially rewritten the dialogue for that show, which I thought was justified as he was really doing a political skit, only loosely based on the original. Which of us would remember who "Captain Shaw" was from the original, were it not for the footnotes industry? IOLANTHE's a very odd piece... there are snippets of Wagner lurking in the score (the "Tristan motif" turns up in the middle of Phyllis's Act One ballad, for example) but I can't see why they are there? I suppose there is a vague parallel with an all-powerful "Lord" who breaks the laws he himself is supposed to supervise, but if so there ought to be some RING quotes - and there aren't.
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #14 on: 00:21:17, 03-10-2007 » |
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And Tamsin Dives was in the chorus, I see!
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