Arranged by David Warin Solomons. Score, Set of Parts. Published by David Warin Solomons S0. Item Number: S0. Fill some tobacco" written in the "innocent" days of the Renaissance, when they knew little of the dangers of tobacco.
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Lyle Lovett, arr. Its author is Wolfgang Schivelbusch, a German historian and freelance write who divides his time between Manhattan and Berlin. I devoured the book on a short trip to Wisconsin back in ; I realized quickly at the time that a concert was in the making.
You will hear songs and readings about substances which we eat, drink, and otherwise ingest or consume bodily. You will encounter recipes for things we do not make any more, sometimes with good reason.
The music on this concert ranges from the simplest monody to harmonically rich partsongs and innovative contemporary works. Historically, humans have spent large sums of money, and considerable physical and emotional energy, to procure substances of pleasure. We will process onto the stage singing the praises of wine, ushered in by Bacche, bene venies, a prayer to Bacchus, the Roman god known to Greeks as Dionysus.
The earliest drinkers of wine thought its effect truly divine: they were not only getting slightly loopy, but they were glimpsing Paradise, a privilege which was otherwise reserved only for the gods. In turn, members of the medieval aristocracy believed spices to be their channel to Paradise. Imagine for a moment that you run a small feudal community in 14th-century Germany.
Your diet would be slightly better than peasant fare, which consists of cabbages, black bread, beans or salt pork, and some curds. Now imagine visiting your cousin down the road, who is in slightly better circumstances than you.
Envision being introduced to a dish of good, fresh pepper; pork cooked with cloves and ginger; and a dessert made with cloves and mace. You are transported, by the smell and taste, to an almost otherworldly state—conjured up partly by the spices themselves, but more by the properties with which they were culturally invested. Once hooked on the cultural associations as well as the flavor of spices, you would likely spend vast sums of money to partake of them again.
Any foretaste of Paradise available to you during this life would be a big deal. European merchants brought spices from the Orient to Venice, the spice capital of Europe. Venetian traders sold them in turn to brokers, who would transport it themselves to satisfy the hungers of patrons across the continent. As is typical with fashion trends, the passion for vast amounts of spices came originally from the upper classes, which the middle class sought to imitate in its quest for upward mobility.
Trading spices was, after all, the motivation behind the voyages of Christopher Columbus, who hoped to reach the spice lands of India by sailing west, avoiding a journey around the horn of Africa. Ships, dangerous journeys, lands unseen, almost-indescribable plants and animals and smells, far-flung points on the globe: these are the complex associations and meanings with which the flavors of spices were infused.
Another kind of merchant, the modern travel agent, knows how to describe and to sell you on someplace tantalizingly exotic. Spices are indeed beneficial to humans and make our food taste better.
The seminal role played by spices in the medieval European economy is indisputable. It was "the great soberer. Before coffee and in England, tea took over as the morning beverage of choice, beer and ale were the primary liquids for Northern Europeans, as water was not reliably clean.
Beer was also a staple of nourishment as well, providing needed calories and minerals. Northern Europe had been committed to beer as a way of life, but coffee made quick, irreversible inroads.
The desire for coffee can even replace other desires, as the young maiden in the Coffee Cantata so charmingly tells us. It came along just when a great shift in consciousness took hold.
It was truly the drug of the Enlightenment. The seventeenth century, Schivelbusch notes, was the century of rationalism, not only in philosophy, but in all the important areas of material life.
The absolutist-bureaucratic state was built on the rationalistic viewpoint that originated in this period. Work in the newly burgeoning factories was organized rationalistically The seventeenth-century bourgeois was distinguished from people of past centuries by his mental as well as his physical lifestyle. Medieval man did physical work, for the most part under the open sky. The middle-class man worked increasingly with his head, his workplace was the office. The ideal that hovered before him was to function as uniformly and regularly as a clock.
In this connection coffee. The result was a body which functioned in accord with the new dernands—a rationalistic, middle-class, forward-looking body The steady, running, clock-regular rhythms of Vivaldi are particularly well suited to sense in a society that values order and a high level of predictability. By contrast, chocolate has had mostly upper-class, Roman Catholic connotations. I am speaking of oil, or petroleum—itself a commodity from the East.
It remains likely that we will continue to find new objects of pleasure. For now, enjoy the songs inspired by the pleasures of the palate, and come meet us after the concert. Thanks for coming to hear us. German, arr. Did you ever know that wine could accomplish so many things? His songs are exquisitely sensitive to grammar, to the rise and fall of thought and sense.
While this song was originally scored with lute, theorbo, viol, or other accompaniment, it works perfectly well with voice alone. He himself was a student member of the male chorus. Edenroth is their high male voice and an internationally-renowned arranger. His settings of the French formes fixes, such as this rondeau, were called "perfumed with sweetness" by the theorist Tinctoris.
Kirby Shaw: Java Jive J. Bach, arr. Suburb currently has productions in a number of American cities. Cohen has also composed the scores for the musicals Knots, Sabbat, and Sunday Comix, which ran midnights at the Elgin Cinema.
In addition, he is co-author of the recently published short-story collection Romance Recipes for the Soul and is currently finishing a second book of short stories: The Half-Life of Pizza and Other Slices. He is a graduate of Brown University. Malcolm has in recent years taken to choral composing, including writing some fine a cappella vocal music, and working with choirs in numerous settings. Probably his most famous work is the extended piece Hymnody of Earth.
His newest ensemble, the Ooolites, hail from Bloomington, Indiana, where Malcolm makes his home. Malcolm is famous in Minnesota as the composer of Little Potato, a wonderful song which he wrote at the birth of one of his children. Tobias Hume, arr. Anne Heider: Tobacco, tobacco! Her score is annotated, "with apologies to William Byrd"; she does a deft genre-switch to modern barbershop style before concluding in full Byrdeqsue manner.
The text is a logical demonstration that tobacco has the same effects as, and thus is equivalent to, love. On entering the commercial music world, he worked principally as an arranger and orchestrator, working for BBC Radio 2 and many choirs and ensembles.
His experience as a singer has given him a deep belief in the communicative and social aspects of music which he has shared with singers in workshops in Sweden and the States.
Fragments from his dish is a cycle of six pieces on the theme of food, published by Oxford in
Come Sirrah Jack, Ho! for 3 flutes
Then those that do condemn it, or such as not commend it, never were so wise to learn good Tobacco to discern Let them go, pluck a crow, and not know, as I do, the sweet of Trinidado. MusicXML source file is in compressed. Your gift is greatly appreciated. Come sirrah Jack ho, fill some Tobacco, bring a wire and some fire, haste away, quick I say, do not stay shun delay, for I drank none good today. Thomas Weelkes Number of voices: Brian Russell submitted Fill the pipe once more, my brains dance trenchmore 1it coome heady I am giddy, My head and brains, back and reins 2joints and veins, from all pains comr doth well purge and make clean.
Come Sirrah Jack, Ho! for wind trio (oboe, clarinet, bassoon)
Lyle Lovett, arr. Its author is Wolfgang Schivelbusch, a German historian and freelance write who divides his time between Manhattan and Berlin. I devoured the book on a short trip to Wisconsin back in ; I realized quickly at the time that a concert was in the making. You will hear songs and readings about substances which we eat, drink, and otherwise ingest or consume bodily.