Monday So many adventures last week, including leaving my PC in a whole other state, and other great stuff. Manhattan was beautiful. The big news, Today is my birthday!
Tuesday Here’s some snappy-peppy work by Pink Martini: “Malagueña” by Cuban composer Ernesto Lecuona (4:14)
Wednesday This evening I was sitting on the deck, looking up at the willow tree that shades the house and found my Song of the Day. Here is the Willow Song from The Ballad of Baby Doe, an opera by American composer Douglas Moore. Sung here by Beverly Sills (4:12) This was one of Sills’ greatest musical moments, she is the singing actress every soprano who takes the role is measured against. This recording features an explanation of the circumstances by the composer, before Sills sings the aria.
Here’s another aria from the Ballad of Baby Doe, the Letter Aria, sung by Beverly Sills. This is the very last scene of the opera.
Thursday Dance Me to the End of Love – Leonard Cohen (6:09)
Friday It’s Friday and we’re still standing!
Saturday I had no idea Dolores Umbridge from the Harry Potter movies could sing! I Think About You from Stephen Sondheim’s Follies.(4:24) (This is the great actress, Imelda Staunton, performing in a production of Follies. I had no idea she could sing, either!)
Sunday Today the Roses have it!
Ola Gjeilo – The Rose
|The Rose – Christina Rossetti|
The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.
There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.
Les Roses D’Ispahan– Gabriel Fauré, performed by Frederica von Stade and Jean Philippe Collard (3:35)
|The roses of Isfahan (Leconte De Lisle)|
English Translation © Richard Stokes
The roses of Isfahan in their mossy sheaths,
The jasmines of Mosul, the orange blossom
Have a fragrance less fresh and a scent less sweet,
O pale Leilah, than your soft breath!
Your lips are of coral and your light laughter
Rings brighter and sweeter than running water,
Than the blithe wind rocking the orange-tree boughs,
Than the singing bird by its mossy nest …
O Leilah, ever since on light wings
All kisses have flown from your sweet lips,
The pale orange-tree fragrance is spent,
And the heavenly scent of moss-clad roses …
Oh! may your young love, that airy butterfly,
Wing swiftly and gently to my heart once more,
To scent again the orange blossom,
The roses of Isfahan in their mossy sheaths!
from A French Song Companion (Oxford, 2000)
Go, Lovely Rose Eric Whitacre and The Eric Whitacre Singers (5:00)
|Go, lovely rose (Edmund Waller)|
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die! that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!