Guillaume de Machaut, Ma fan est mon commencement et mon commencement est ma fin.
This clever rondeau involves a theme which is then sung backwards in isorhythm. Evidently, the art of writing musical palindromes preceded Bach by centuries!
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Guillaume de Machaut, Ma fan est mon commencement et mon commencement est ma fin.
This clever rondeau involves a theme which is then sung backwards in isorhythm. Evidently, the art of writing musical palindromes preceded Bach by centuries!
Lais et Virelais de Guillaume de Machaut.
ca. 1480, part of a collection for princess beatrice of aragon, this chanson by dufay seems a bit nostalgic, both in its verses longing for a lover’s look and in the distanced expressivity - it hearkens back to the old formes fixes of machaut’s time and contrasts strongly with the hyper-mimetic madrigals that are to come within the century
rondeaux cd artwork
photo - michael rababy
A ce jour de saint Valentin Que chascun doit choisir son per, Amours, demourray je non per, Sans partir a vostre butin ?
A mon resveiller, au matin, Je n'y ay cessé de penser, A ce jour de saint Valentin
Mais Nonchaloir, mon medicin, M'est venu le pouse taster, Qui m'a conseillié reposer Et rendormir sur mon coussin, A ce jour de saint Valentin.
- Charles d'Orléans, Rondeaux.
rondeaux cd cover
photo - michael rababy
Edge
You’re on the edge it seems my dear
You’ve let in all the doubts you fear
And though you keep on pushing through
Those doubts, they make their bed with you
At night when you might shed a tear
You thought they wouldn’t follow here
Yet so you stand, with failure near
As if your fears may still ring true
You’re on the edge
You must confess you’re feeling queer
And you’ve forgotten how to steer
You pray that you might find a clue
That tells you what you need to do
So you might find the path is clear
You’re on the edge
Play it Harder
Play it harder, you sink or swim,
From each moment and to each whim.
Take your position, make it pay,
Just climb on out and seize the day.
You’ll see it isn’t all so grim.
Now hold your own, become so prim,
Retrain your mind, control each limb
And calculate the things you say.
Play it harder.
Leave the others appearing dim,
Compete with her and conquer him.
Ignore your critics, don’t obey
Your heart’s the heart that won’t betray.
To fill your life up to the brim,
Play it harder.