“Toss-Off”

Albumleaf 155: January 18, 2019 (Bologna)

Just swishing out between bigger ‘leaves.

“Loe I have made a Calender . . .”

Loe I haue made a Calender for euery yeare . .
And if I marked well the starres reuolution,
It shall continewe till the worlds dissolution . . .
Goe lyttle Calender, thou hast a free passeporte,
Goe but a lowly gate emongste the meaner sorte.
Dare not to match thy pype with Tityrus his style,
Nor with the Pilgrim that the Ploughman playde a whyle:
But followe them farre off, and their high steppes adore,
The better please, the worse despise, I aske nomore.



“The Shepheardes Calender — Januarye”

Albumleaf 154: January 3, 2019 (Bologna)

Colin, a shepherd’s boy, bemoans his unrequited love for Rosalind and likens his state to the barren season around him.  Bereft of hope, he breaks his pipe in pieces.


“The Shepheardes Calender — December”

Albumleaf 153: December 17, 2018 (Bologna)

Colin likens his life to the passing of the seasons and bids adieu to the world.

 

“Leaf in a Mood”

Albumleaf 152: December 6, 2018 (Bologna)

As in “Mood Indigo” or “Parker’s Mood.”  That vein kind of.

 

“Little Vanishing World 6 (Flowers We Are)”

Albumleaf 151: November 19, 2018 (Bologna)

Homage to Kurtág

Recurring throughout György Kurtág’s oeuvre is an eight-note melody which has lyrics, though to my knowledge they are never actually sung: “Flowers we are, frail flowers.”  Albumleaf 151 presents a variation of this melody.  Notes 1-5, 10-11, and 14 are Kurtág’s.  The others are mine.

 

“The Shepheardes Calender — November”

Albumleaf 150: November 15, 2018 (Bologna)

Colin sings of Dido’s death.

 

“The Shepheardes Calender — To His Booke”

Albumleaf 149: October 25, 2018 (Bologna)

Goe little booke: thy selfe present,

As child whose parent is unkent . . .

And asked, who thee forth did bring

A shepheards swaine saye did thee sing,

All as his straying flocke he fedde . . .

But if that any aske thy name,

Say thou wert base begot with blame:

For thy thereof thou takest shame.

And when thou art past ieopardee,

Come tell me, what was sayd of mee:

And I will send more after thee.

–The Shepheardes Calender, opening

 

“Recitative on an Amen by Verdi”

Albumleaf 148: October 18, 2018 (Bologna)

For reference.

 

“The Shepheardes Calender — October”

Albumleaf 147: October 15, 2018 (Bologna)

Alas, Cuddie, your gift for poetry, given by God, we do not reward. Perhaps you should turn to singing songs of war?