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... Come Ye Sons Of Art, Away.
And here I am enjoying it, whilst doing the washing-up from a rather greasy dinner-party yesterday.
What have YOU leapt out of bed to listen to recently?
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House"
- Leon Trotsky, "My Life"
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« Reply #1 on: 13:49:27, 19-10-2007 » |
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... Come Ye Sons Of Art, Away.
And here I am enjoying it, whilst doing the washing-up from a rather greasy dinner-party yesterday.
What have YOU leapt out of bed to listen to recently?
Purcell? Fantastic. Loveit. |
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« Reply #2 on: 14:14:57, 19-10-2007 » |
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It's a lovely work. And one of its pleasures is Purcell's word setting. The problem is that the words are lousy poetry and, what is worse, sycophantic tosh of the first order.
But we won't discuss the politics of Purcell's odes here. In fact if you want to enjoy the works, it is probably best not to do so.
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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 #3 on: 14:26:14, 19-10-2007 » |
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It's a lovely work. And one of its pleasures is Purcell's word setting. The problem is that the words are lousy poetry and, what is worse, sycophantic tosh of the first order.
But we won't discuss the politics of Purcell's odes here. In fact if you want to enjoy the works, it is probably best not to do so.
Too right, Don. And that particular ode isn't the worst offender either - I seem to remember one air in one of the others being entitled "Awful Matron, take thy seat"... it's one of the Great Musical Disappointments to me that the texts of Purcell's secular music are so comprehensively bad. |
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« Reply #4 on: 14:38:57, 19-10-2007 » |
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Maybe he should've set 'Über die Verführung von Engeln' instead.
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #5 on: 14:43:38, 19-10-2007 » |
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it's one of the Great Musical Disappointments to me that the texts of Purcell's secular music are so comprehensively bad.
Some of the Catches are quite amusing, though. "Pox on you for a fop!" strikes me as refreshingly candid, at least?  And there are others which wouldn't get past the profanity filter either |
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« Reply #6 on: 14:54:34, 19-10-2007 » |
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It's a lovely work. And one of its pleasures is Purcell's word setting. The problem is that the words are lousy poetry and, what is worse, sycophantic tosh of the first order.
But we won't discuss the politics of Purcell's odes here. In fact if you want to enjoy the works, it is probably best not to do so.
Too right, Don. And that particular ode isn't the worst offender either - I seem to remember one air in one of the others being entitled "Awful Matron, take thy seat"... it's one of the Great Musical Disappointments to me that the texts of Purcell's secular music are so comprehensively bad. In that one, Richard, he wasn't sucking up to Mary II but celebrating the centenary of Trinity College Dublin. There was a definite anti-catholic animus in that one, if we want to go into politics AND religion. It includes this little gem: But chiefly recommend to fame Maria and great William's name For surely no Hibernian muse Whose isle to him her freedom owes, Can her restorer's praise refuse While Boyne or Shannon flows. Purcell was probably at his best sticking to sex. |
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« Reply #7 on: 14:57:10, 19-10-2007 » |
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I love Purcell's 'Come ye sons of Art', and ... well I just like Purcell. As for jumping out of bed at 6am to listen anything at all ... I shall let that pass.  I like listening to string music in a morning... I am at the moment loving Shostakovitch string quartets and his piano quintet... lovely  A |
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« Reply #8 on: 15:03:01, 19-10-2007 » |
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Purcell was probably at his best sticking to sex.
merkin and all  I routinely leap out of bed at the weekend to try and catch as much as possible of the Early Music Show. I can't quite decide whether it is the music itself, the style of performance (occasionally they find a really lively performer) or the related history that draws me to it. Probably all three, vide my recent change of direction in my blog, in favour of time travel. |
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« Reply #9 on: 15:25:00, 19-10-2007 » |
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I'm not so sure I would jump out of bed for it, (come to think of it, staying in bed is a very pleasant way to listen to music) but I will say a word for the first Purcell ode I heard when a teenager (probably with David Munrow) Welcome, welcome glorious morn (Nature smile at thy return.)
I suspect Come ye sons of art is popular because it has all those charming bits imitating musical instruments, the sprightly hautbois, the sounded trumpet and so forth.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
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« Reply #10 on: 16:31:05, 19-10-2007 » |
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I suspect Come ye sons of art is popular because it has all those charming bits imitating musical instruments, the sprightly hautbois, the sounded trumpet and so forth.
The ODE ON ST CECILIA'S DAY (1694) has them too... it's another one in which the instruments of the (Purcellian) orchestra slug it out as to which "earthly" instruments may best imitate the Heavenly Musick above? One is inclined to suspect some Blue-Peter-Cat-Naming skulduggery when Purcell's own instrument, "the mighty organ", wins the day and the others are forced to "quit the field". Alternatively it might be a very early case of Douglas-Adams-"B-Ark" phenomenon, with all the other instrumentalists being, errr, "forced" to leave the organist all on his own |
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« Reply #11 on: 17:40:39, 19-10-2007 » |
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Purcell was probably at his best sticking to sex.
merkin and all Merkin? What? WHAT? My favourite lyric is, not his, but Daniel Purcell's (from the Indian Queen) Wife: My honey, my pug Husband: My fetters, my clog Wife: Let’s tamely jog on Both: Let’s tamely jog on, as many other have done. Wife: And sometimes at quiet Husband: but oftner at strife Both: Let’s tug, let’s tug, the tedious, tedious load of our married life. [last line repeated several times] |
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« Reply #12 on: 18:15:24, 19-10-2007 » |
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Yeah, not to mention:
"What flattering noise is THIS? Which makes my snakes all HISS?
What flattering noice is THIS? Which makes my snakes all HISS?"
(the chorus join-in on the capitalised words for added awfulness)
It seems to be the lot of English composers to be saddled with earthbound librettists - my hobby-horse composer Storace had to contend with drivel from both of his, John Cobb and the unfortunately-named Prince Hoare (Storace lived exactly 101 years after Purcell, also wrote an opera about Queen Dido, and died 101 years after Purcell and of the same cause... he caught pneumonia walking home after late rehearsals, unable to find a carriage home at the late hour). "My plaint in no-one pity moves, save Eccho" (sic)... and much more in that grim pseudo-Miltonic vein.
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House"
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« Reply #13 on: 18:23:33, 19-10-2007 » |
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Erm, I never, ever leap out of bed at 6am for any reason!! (I'd set a timer if there was something i wanted to hear and listen later)
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« Reply #14 on: 18:24:27, 19-10-2007 » |
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Yeah, not to mention:
"What flattering noise is THIS? Which makes my snakes all HISS?
What flattering noice is THIS? Which makes my snakes all HISS?"
(the chorus join-in on the capitalised words for added awfulness)
Another entry for the musical camp thread? It seems to be the lot of English composers to be saddled with earthbound librettists - my hobby-horse composer Storace had to contend with drivel from both of his, John Cobb and the unfortunately-named Prince Hoare (Storace lived exactly 101 years after Purcell, also wrote an opera about Queen Dido, and died 101 years after Purcell and of the same cause... he caught pneumonia walking home after late rehearsals, unable to find a carriage home at the late hour). "My plaint in no-one pity moves, save Eccho" (sic)... and much more in that grim pseudo-Miltonic vein.
I've gotten used to that register actually; though my classical education was rather minimal alas, so I often have to look up names. |
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