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Mates,
The Asylum is the perfect place to seek help on a subject that I wouldn't dare tell a psychiatrist- he would probably suggest 5 sessions a week at $150 each.
Until I was about 20, I was devoted to music only to about 1750 and although I'm not gay, opening admit to enjoying madrigals still. I like the interplay of voices in counterpoint and there's a kind of purity sans instruments. I later transferred a similar kind of musical pleasure to string quartets.
The thing is, while I've been of late under considerable stress in my living situation***, I've been concentrating on listening to what I consider serene music: Dowland, Satie, Chopin, Froberger, Bach- and back to my Bambesque doe-hood love of madrigals.
***[after a year of nearly daily harassment at my home, having filed for restraining orders last week after a death threat from a person hired by the landlord]
The thing is, listening to madrigals more frequently in such a state of stress has had a penalty as it's revived something I've wondered about for 30 years- whether madrigal singers change the words in a part here or there to torture/amuse listeners:
"Alessandro Scarlatti (1660-1725) Antonio Lotti (c.1666-1740)"
The Consort of Musicke , Anthony Rooley
Harmonia Mundi 77194-2-RC
Track 3: "O selce, o tigre, o ninfa"
at about 1:00: "O scientifically"/"O scientifically"/"O scientifically"
at about 2:30 :
"O ban-nan-ie /(like "banana")
I grew it automa-tic-al-ly"
This is only one example I can cite specifically at the moment, but I've noticed this in recordings several times that some inner voice sings a word or combination of words that even on repeated listening sounds like something entirely different from the text. I can't locate the disk now, but I have a Gesualdo disk and will testify in court that there is a lines from Gilbert and Sullivan "The Mikado" referring to a "snickersnee" a kind of knife.
Knowing the English sense of humour as I do, I thought for years it was possible these were intentional jokes, or that I misheard because I'm left-handed, but in my current state of mind, I can't be sure.
Please, tell me I'm a complete loon and I can add a couple of hundred thousand for psychiatric care to my harassment lawsuit against the landlord.
In the meantime, I'm going back to late Beethoven Quartets.
Cheers,
Bambi B
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