I have done several boasts this year. All of them have been hand crafted by me, but this time, I had been asked to do a different task. This time, my friend, Lisabetta, did not wish to be lauded as she entered court. She simply wanted to be sang in.
I was contacted about a week before the event via email by her grace, Marieke asking me if I would be willing to perform this task (No pun intended). She said that it wasn’t a specific piece, but Lisabetta would like it to be in Italian.
I had a couple pieces in my back pocket, super memorized, but nothing that really captured Lisabetta and what -she- would have wanted. So, I did a bit of thinking. Lisabetta is female artisan who has worked her entire life to be the incredible, warm and well versed in her art. Although her persona is not 16th century (or atleast, I don’t think) I feel like she would have loved the music of the 16th century and Isabelle D’Este, who was the reason why women in the 16th century were able to have a viable career. She loved madrigals and so I pulled out my book of Madrigals and picked out “O Occhi Manza Mia”.
I had been heralding all day in the cold so seeing if I still had a voice was a thing. Here is the translation.
O occhi, manza mia, cigli dorati, o faccia d’una luna stralucente, Tienemi mente, gioia mia bella, Guardam’un poc’a me, fami contiento. O bocca come zuccaro impanato, o canna che specchiare fai la gente, Tienimi… O cuore, manza mia, perfido cuore. tu sei la gioia mia, lo mio amore! Tienimi…
Oh my beloved’s eyes, set in gold-blond lashes, oh face more luminous than the moon, Keep me in mind, my lovely treasure,Look upon me for a little while, and keep me happy. Oh mouth like sugarloaf, oh throat, that brings crowds in to suckle, Keep me… Oh heart, my beloved, most perfidious of hearts, you are my treasure, you are my love! Keep me…
Oh yeah… I also read the scroll.. because I could.
Pennsic is a home for many people who may not be as active in the SCA as they’d like to be. For those who are ridden with anxiety, even this town of 12,000 humans who inhabit here for up to two weeks can be a safe haven. For some, it can also be a place where dreams come true and things you would never have done can be realities… so also, dreams coming true.
This was Pennsic #2 for me. Riding solo but still having a group to camp with has been amazing. Mermaid’s song is a group of Bards and Fencers and yes, there is crossover. I arrive and set up my tent hastily. I made a new friend as we had new camp mates. Atilla was kind and welcoming and helped me set up my tent, hastily as, in true Solveig fashion, I have overbooked myself and I don’t really know how to say “no” yet. I’m working on it. With that, I was off to my first Pennsic experience for the year.
Hastily dressed I ran up the hill (Yes, that hill. I live in the bog) to the amphitheater. There was a non-English concert set up to happen. Sadly, there were no spectators, but I think that it made it less of a concert and more of a song sharing session. There were familiar faces and new faces. One face I had seen at this gathering was Heather Dale. For those of you who don’t know Heather, she is an SCA super star and professional touring artist with 20 CD’s available for purchase. It’s like meeting Robert Downey Jr. or any large Hollywood legend. I had met her previously the year before as I was part of Drake Oranwood’s concert which opened for Heather. I didn’t expect her to know or remember me as it was just a glance meeting, but low and behold, like a normal person, she greeted me, said hello and *gasp* remembered my name. I’m terrible with names. Clearly, she was not. I tried to withhold my awestruck words and tried to treat her as a normal person. I -believe- I succeeded. It was eventually my turn and I chose not to sing my best pieces. This was a chance to show languages. I pulled out an old piece I really should memorize.
by Ludwig Senfl (1534, German)
Es Warb Ein Schöner Jüngling
Es warb ein schöner Jüngling
über ein breiten See.
um eines Königes Tochter,
nach leid geschach ihm Weh.
Ach Elselein liebes Elselein mein,
wie gern wär ich bei dir!
So sein zwei tiefe Wasser
wohl zwischen dir und mir.”
“Das bringt mir grossen Schmerzen,
herzallerliebster Gsell.
Redich von ganzem Herzen
Habs für gross Ungefäll.”
Hoff, Zeit werd es wohl enden,
hoff, Glück werd kummen drein
sich in alls Guets verwenden,
herzliebstes Elselein!”
Once there was a handsome young man
from across a wide sea.
Pursuit of a king’s daughter
led him to great sorrow.
“Oh Elselein, my dear Elselein,
how I long to be with you!
But there are two deep waters
between you and me.”
“That brings me great pain, my
dear friend.
I say wholeheartedly this is
great misfortune.”
“Have hope that time will end this.
Have hope that fortune will change.
Have hope that all else will fall into
place, beloved Elselein!”
The rest of the first evening was pretty low key afterwards. Bird the Bard and I spent the rest of the night singing into the hours.
Day 2! Saturday! Low key day as well. Several months prior to I had been asked if I would sing at the East Kingdom/Midrealm invitational Bardic. This was -HUGE-. This is a display of the best/up and coming Bards the kingdoms had to offer. There was no competition involved, just performance. It was certainly quite the show. I had chose to do Amarilli, mia Bella. This piece has a lot of emotional attachment to me as it’s a piece of music I have been doing long before the SCA.
Amarilli, mia bella, Amaryllis, my beloved,
Non credi, o del mio cor, Do you not believe
dolce desio, Sweet desired one,
D’esser tu l’amor mio? That you are my love?
Credilo pur: Believe only this:
e se timor t’assale, And if fear assails you,
Prendi questo mie strale Take one of my arrows
Aprimi il petto. Open my breast
e vedrai scritto in core: And see written in my heart,
Amarilli, Amarilli, Amarilli Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Amaryllis
è il mio amore. Is my beloved.
Guilio Caccini (1551-1618). Composed in 1602 and the text was by Alessandro Guarini . Written before the development of the pianoforte (which was invented in 1700), “Amarilli, mia bella” was meant to be accompanied by the lute, which lends it a particularly intimate and hauntingly beautiful atmosphere. Even the words evoke an earlier time—the line, “Prendi questo mie strale” (take one of my arrows) evokes images of bows and arrows. Any performer of “Amarilli, mia bella” will want to sing with a hushed sotto voce (soft singing) throughout with exquisite legato phrasing.
Who decided that waking up prior to 12 on a Sunday was a good idea!? Oh wait… it was the best time for people to meet. ***SIIIGHHHH**** It was time for the EKCOP annual Pennsic meeting. Honestly, I think it was a really constructive meeting. I’ve been the deputy Chatelaine for almost a year now and It was really nice to see how our work has been going and what people had to comment on it. At this meeting I was nominated for Chancellor. I, however, was floored seeing the unanimous vote for my nomination. I know I really care about this group and making performance a safe and tangible place for others, but I never thought my work had gone this noticed. The rest of the day was spent celebrating other delightful musicians such as Cedar Barefoot and the Queen’s Bard, Laila (celebrating her birthday).
Monday was spend rehearsing for our concert on Wednesday and Pirate debauchery at night. Bird has spent many years as a Shantyman. I have always enjoyed a good shanty, but have never thought much about singing them. I was a bel canto singer. We sing pretty. Shanties are for the rough and tough pirates and seaman!!! (Get your head out of the gutter). However, I felt like getting out of my comfort zone. Roll the Old Chariot Along was my song of choice and belting was my game. Mind you, belting is -not- my forte, but the belting muses hit me in the face like a sack of flour. WHOA where did that sound come from!!!!??? I was elated that my voice was continuing to mature. For those of you who don’t know, you go through several vocal puberties during your life. The bigger and darker your voice is, the longer it takes to mature. Mine, according to my voice teachers from college, would be done around age 35. Joy! I digress.
Tuesday was more laid back… I think. Around 11 or so, Bird and I climbed up the brewer’s road hill, filing everyone’s favorite past time song, “Baby Shark”, to motivate us in the intense sun. We eventually made it to our family gathering where the Bard Yard could just relax and enjoy each other’s company. My Laurel and all connections to her, have become some of the most supportive and people in my SCA life. I’ve talked about brain weasels before. They continue to persist. Having a family like this as a performer is essential for building that skin up. I wouldn’t change anyone in this group for the world. Later that night, Bird and I had donated a concert to the royal travel fund. We made our way into the camp of the winners. It was a very “dry” setting despite the alcohol freely flowing. Everything from period pieces to ruckus was performed for an hour. I’m not sure how I felt about this, but I was later told that it was enjoyed. Sometimes, it’s nice to just perform and not peacock. Getting to sing/perform your non forte pieces is a relief sometime.
Wednesday! Oh man. This. This is what you’ve all been waiting for! This would be the day when we would strut all our stuff. I say we, because Bird and I were inseparable this whole war. It started with a very prestigious performance. We had been invited to perform at queen’s tea. That is the big time. Only the “right” performers got to do that. It’s a very specific setting where you are background, not the center of attention. To be invited to perform for this meant you knew how to be unobtrusive, appropriate and a good performer. Bird and I also used this as a warmup for our concert…. Which was 2 hours after. The pieces performed will be discussed after. We were presented a few tokens from attending queens and thanked for our service. It was super magical. It really felt like I was a hired performer in ye olde times… despite some of the modern accouterments. From there, off we went to present, for the first time ever “Song Byrds”. Originally this was supposed to include Collete la Trouvere, however, life happened, and it was just Bird and I. We spent a good amount of time trying to break the concert in to 3 sections that would compliment one another. The first was all period pieces, the second was SCA appropriate/Filks and finally original compositions.
Below is the concert in it’s entirety. Enjoy!
This was the best week of my life, filled with so much song. I regret not being able to perform at the Opera dell’est concert as my voice was shot from the war, but I do not regret having all the opportunities to sing. This only fire up my need to perform more, but I made more connections and started digging for more repetoir!
On an unrelated note, I did meet up with a super amazing lutenist and got to jam to some Dowland with her.
It’s that time of year again, friends, where music needs to happen!
As you saw in my previous post, I had gotten the bid to make the tokens for Ozurr and Fortune for their coronation. Helium hand strikes again. However, my true passion, if you haven’t guessed it by now, is making music.
4 weeks prior at K and Q Bardic, I was approached by the queen’s bard and asked if I were would be at coronation and if I would sing. It was to be a late period Italian coronation. I have a fair bit of late Italian in my repertoire, so, I agreed.
Shortly after gulf wars was over, I received yet another message from the queen’s bard asking for my musical expertise to assist her with repertoire as well as asking me to conduct the choir and run rehearsals. This is my wheelhouse after all. However, with this only being just over 2 weeks until coronation, I’ll admit I was a bit apprehensive. However, we hunkered down and got to work.
Over the next 2 weeks, I made sure music had gotten to folks, ran some rehearsals out of my home, made sure there was online rehearsals for those who wanted it and diligently reviewed the 3 pieces we had to perform.
Conducting is not just getting up there and waving a stick or your hands. There is a lot of time reviewing the scores, knowing where difficult parts may fall, how to fix them, appropriate changes in tempo, dynamics and knowing where there might be blend issues and vowel issues. In addition, if the piece isn’t in English, getting your performers all on the same page on that.
Day of we only ended up doing two of the pieces. That’s ok. Stuff changes. I also managed to sit outside for the sitting in state.
Here is a clip of ” The World an Illusion” by David Yardley (Lord Geoffrey of Exeter).
This is a direct quote from the composer:
It’s Anon 15th C, English. I adapted the words of the last stanza to make the song. You might find it useful to also look at my whole first album that was professionally recorded and released – the entire thing is about staying true to period while composing and re imagining the medieval.
Madrical- Published in 1555 in Il primo libro de madrigali a 4 voci, no. 8.
Là ver’ l’aurora, che si dolce l’aura
al tempo novo suol movere i fiori,
et li augelletti incominciar lor versi,
si dolcemente i pensier’ dentro a l’alma
mover mi sento a chi li a tutti in forza,
che ritornar convenmi a le mie note
This weekend was the East Kingdom College of Performers Challenge and Schola down in Iron Bog. This was a little bit of a schlep for a day event, but I am so glad I headed down. This is the first time we’ve done something like this in the East Kingdom. It was a day of classes and challenges. You did not have to master anything to be a part of it, but you would have to be willing to step out of your comfort zone.
With that said, it was a challenging, but positive day over all. I started the day right away with running a rehearsal for the newest addition to the East Kingdom College of performers, Opera D’el Est. The day, however, started more frantically than I hoped it would. Our one and only alto wasn’t able to come. So, I guess I’d sing her part and hopefully make it work. Then, 1/2 of the performers, who were traveling in the same vehicle, were about 45 minutes late (however, due to no fault of their own. Between traffic and weather).
Rehearsal did not go as planned, and that’s ok. We were fighting a lot of odds between company distances, time we had to prepare music and we are a new group. This happens. Everyone had agreed to give up part of their lunch time to meet again for additional rehearsal.
I met with some of the other vocalists after for some one on one help. From there, I whirled into some recorder site reading, which I really haven’t picked up a recorder since 2009… when I graduated college. Not only did I remember some things (Which was huge) I got to encourage 2 more of my friends to come join us. We went from 3- 5! So many tooty flutes!
From there, off to run a class. I have taught this class a couple times prior, but I think this iteration was the best version of the class. I am passionate about making sure performers are well warmed up for performance whether is be Singing, story telling or even heralding. If the body -and- mind are not there, then your performance will suffer. This iteration of the class discussed anatomy, posture, breathing, the parts of your body that make the sounds, projection and location of sound. I had 6 folks join my class of varying experience and age. Everyone seemed to get something new from the class and was able to apply it. Once of the gentleman in the class, who I performed with later in the day, said that it was a comprehensive warm up and encouraged others to do so. This was encouraging.
From there, a very abbreviated lunch and round 2 of rehearsing. This time, the section which the group seemed to be struggling with, seemed to lock in. Though, no real way to test it until performance. TO ADVENTURE!
From there, time to do another class! I have been bringing rounds with me to almost every event I teach at. They are a safe singing space for novice to master and bring joy. 8 folks at my rounds class. Everyone had a varying degree of expertise and it was delightful. There was a young lady, who doesn’t sing much, but her boyfriend does, who came to my class. She spoke to me afterwords, advising that she was over the moon since she got to sing. She felt the class was tailored enough that she could join in and not feel like she was slowing progress, but that she got to sing the songs and sing her part independently.
Whooosh! Off to perform (No, I have not sat down today or stopped for water). It was time for Opera D’el Est to make it’s debut. (See documentation, synopsis and translation below #1). The first piece we did was the Prologue from Eurydice. Despite some minor technical difficulties everyone who sang in that piece, rocked it.
We had a solo from our fearless leader and newest Queen’s Bard, Laila.
Then a solo from me! I died. I love dying on stage. I performed Laciate Morire from L’Arianna (See info below #2). I love death arias. I love dying on stage. To lament, there is no greater form of drama. See! Look, I’m dead… on the floor… singing the high stuff!
We had a beautiful duet from Laila and Ethnye (Enya). Finally, the choral piece from doom. A te qual tu ti, Euridice, Jacopo Peri. (Info below #3) It’s not that this piece was hard or anyone was untalented, it was just a perfect storm. This experience however taught me a new skill. I went to school professionally for singing. Everyone had hours to prep their pieces and weeks to learn music. This was not that. I learned that I should be happy with a product, that I had volunteers. I learned that my standard of performance is not a level for everyone. I don’t want this to come off as condescending. What I mean is that in fact, I should be proud of a group who came so far to even get this going. This was a huge success. Even if the music wasn’t perfect. LOOK AT THESE FOLKS! Look what they accomplished in such a short period of time.
From here, off to the challenges for the day. I stuck myself in a spot just to get out there and do something that I wasn’t necessarily skilled at. I wanted to work on something that wasn’t “Pretty” or necessarily polished. This is a huge fear for me because I was taught to never put anything out there that you weren’t proud of or ready to be recorded for the world. As a Bard, part of my learning is about bringing the news and the stories. They won’t always be perfect, but that is part of the creation and the reality.
The first piece I performed was “Twa Corbies”. This is a spoof written as a response to Raven’s Croft’s “3 ravens”. (See the lyrics and translation of the low Scottish below).
Second, was a completely non period, but SCA appropriate story. I don’t know it’s title, but I shall call it “How I caught the red dragon”. I’m not really a story teller. I do it to challenge myself. Music is my muse. However, I always want to be able to entertain a room. Pretty singing isn’t for everyone. Sometimes, you just need to tell a cheesy story. So I did. I flubbed up some of the words. I didn’t provide enough gesticulations as I’d like, however, I made my goal. I told another story in front of an audience. I’m getting there.
Last but not least, I had the pleasure of presenting the new East Kingdom College of Performer’s Travel journal during the final court. Just prior to, I had sat down in quiet with one of my fellow performers today. She bled her heart to me. She spoke of her struggles and sorrows with today’s events. She exclaimed that she was embarrassed. I shut the door in the room we were… expelling in. I explained to her that this was a new experience. Nothing wen right for any of us. She did well. Was it perfect, no. However, we will grow from good to better to best. I told her of my struggles with the day. That I was just her with 2 years more experience. I told her after the event we would connect and see how we could grow. It was then, I realized I would present the journal to her. She was my inspiration. She fell, she got back up. She is off running again. I could not be more proud of her.
I presented the journal, I shouted, “I”m free” and from court I left.
1)
Prologo: From Eurydice BY Jacopo Peri, Composed in 1600. The composition is typically considered to be the second work of modern opera, and the first such musical drama to survive to the present day. (The first, Dafne, was written by the same authors in 1597.)
Since both the libretto and score were dedicated to the new Queen of France, Marie de’ Medici, some scholars have recognized a possible parallel between Euridice and Orfeo and the Queen and King of France. While the comparison is readily made, some scholars argue that the traits of King Henry IV are different from Orfeo, especially with respect to Orfeo’s most famous deed. Orfeo loved Euridice so much that he journeyed to Hell and back, quite literally, to unite once more with his beloved wife while King Henry IV wouldn’t travel as far as Florence to retrieve Medici.
Peri’s Euridicetells the story of the musician Orpheus and Euridice from Greek Mythology. According to myth, Orpheus was a great musician who journeyed to the underworld to plead with the gods to revive his wife Euridice after she had been fatally injured.
The opera begins with a Prologue delivered by a singer representing Tragedy. She explains to the audience that she has not come this time to reduce them to tears with stories of sorrow, death and cruelty, but has changed her usual costume in order to awaken much sweeter emotions in the human heart. Future artists may well follow in her footsteps, when the whole world admires what she can do in this changed form: the new queen whose wedding is being celebrated, she says, will be more garlanded with laurels than anyone ever was in ancient Athens or Rome. She herself is going to dress up for the royal wedding, and while France prepares to receive its new queen, the wedding guests can relax and listen to the singing of Orpheus.
Hill, John Walter (2005). Baroque Music: Music in Western Europe, 1580–1750. Norton. ISBN 0-393-97800-1.
Oldmeadow, Earnest (1909). Great Musicians. Forgotten Books.
Io, che d’alti sospir vaga e di pianti
spars’or di doglia, or di minacce il volto
fei negl’ampi teatri al popol folto
scolorir di pietà volti, e sembianti.
Non sangue sparso d’innocenti vene
non ciglia spente di tiranno insano,
spettacolo infelice al guardo umano
canto su meste, e lagrimose scene.
Lungi via lungi pur da regi tetti
simolacri funesti, ombre d’affanni,
ecco i mesti coturni, e i foschi panni
cangio, e desto nei cor più dolci affetti.
Or s’avverrà, che le cangiate forme
non senza alto stupor la terra ammiri,
tal ch’ogni alma gentil ch’Apollo inspiri
del mio novo cammin calpesti l’orme.
Vostro regina sia cotanto alloro
qual forse anco non colse Atene, o Roma,
fregio non vil fu l’onorata chioma
fronda febea fra due corone d’oro.
Tal per voi torno, e con sereno aspetto
ne’ reali imenei, m’adorno anch’io,
e su corde più liete il canto mio
tempro al nobile cor dolce diletto.
Mentre Senna real prepara intanto
alto diadema, onde il bel crin si fregi,
e i manti, e seggi degl’antichi regi
del tracio Orfeo date l’orecchia al canto
I, who eager for loud sighs and tears, My face now filled with sorrow, now with threats, Once made the faces of the crowd in great theaters Turn pale with Pity
No longer of blood shed by innocent veins, Nor of eyes put out by the insane Tyrant, Unhappy spectacle to human sight, Do I sing now on a gloomy and tear-filled stage
Away, away from this royal house, Funereal images, shades of sorrow! Behold, I change my gloomy buskins and dark robes to awaken in the heart sweeter emotions
Should it now come to pass that the world admire, with great amazement, these changed forms, So that every gentle spirit that Apollo inspires will treat in the tracks of my new path
Yours, Queen, will be so much laurel, That perhaps not even Athens or Rome gathered more, an ornament worth of those honored tresses A frond of Phoebus between two crowns of gold.
Thus changed, I return; serenely, I, too, adorn myself for the Royal wedding, And temper my song with happier notes, Sweet delight to the noble heart
While the royal Seine prepares A noble crown to decorate the beautiful hair, and the mantle and throne of the ancient Kings, Listen to the singing of Orpheus of Thrace.
2)
This is from Arianna (1608), Arianna’s Lament, the only aria surviving from this opera, with text by Rinuccini. The manuscript survives in two copies: Manuscript Mus. G239, Biblioteca Estense, Modena, Italy and (in the handwriting of composer Luigi Rossi) as British Library Ad. 30491.
Ariadne’s sadness is a prime example of the effects of a man’s false words. In the myth of Theseus, her lover, he promised her a marriage in exchange for her aiding his journey to kill the Minotaur. However, Theseus soon abandons his bride-to-be, leaving her all alone to bathe herself in grief. She then became inspiration to many painters, sculptors, artists and musicians, mainly depicted weeping and in obvious despair.
Lasciatemi morire,
Lasciatemi morire;
E che volete voi che mi conforte
In così dura sorte,
In così gran martire?
Lasciatemi morire.
Let me die,
Let me die;
And what you would think could comfort me
In such a harsh fate,
In such a great martyrdom?
Let me die.
A te qual tu ti, Euridice, Jacopo Peri
A te qual tu ti sia de gl’alti numi
ch’al nobile pastor recasti aita
mentre avran queste membra, e spirto, e vita
canterem lodi ogn’or tra incensi, e fumi.
Se de’ boschi i verdi onori
raggirar su nudi campi
fa stridor d’orrido verno
sorgono anco, e frond’e fiori
appressando i dolci lampi
della luce il carro eterno.
S’al soffiar d’Austro nemboso
crolla in mar gli scogli alteri
l’onda torbida spumante,
dolce increspa il tergo ondoso
sciolti i nembi oscuri, e feri
aura tremula, e vagante.
Al rotar del ciel superno
non pur l’aer, e ‘l foco intorno
ma si volve il tutto in giro,
non è il ben nel pianto eterno.
Come or sorge, or cade il giorno,
regna qui gioia, o martiro.
Poi che dal bel sereno
in queste piagge umil tra noi mortali
scendan li dèi pietosi a’ nostri mali
pria che Febo nasconda a Teti in seno
i rai lucenti, e chiari
al tempio ai sacri altari
andiam devoti, e con celeste zelo
alziam le voci e il cor cantando al cielo.
Aurelio et Ludovico Osanna, Mantua, 1608. Publication of the text included in Federico Follini’s report of the 1608 performance
G. F. Gundulić, Ancona, 1633. Croatian translation, prepared for possible performance in Dubrovnik c. 1620. (5 scenes version)
L’Arianna (English: Ariadne) (SV 291), composed in 1607–1608, was the (now lost) second opera by Italian composer Claudio Monteverdi. One of the earliest operas in general, it was first performed on 28 May 1608, as part of the musical festivities for a royal wedding at the court of Duke Vincenzo Gonzaga in Mantua. All the music is lost apart from the extended recitative known as “Lamento d’Arianna” (“Ariadne’s Lament”). The libretto, which survives complete, was written in eight scenes by Ottavio Rinuccini, who used Ovid’s Heroides and other classical sources to relate the story of Ariadne’s abandonment by Theseus on the island of Naxos and her subsequent elevation as bride to the god Bacchus.
The opera was composed under severe pressure of time; the composer later said that the effort of creating it almost killed him. The initial performance, produced with lavish and innovative special effects, was highly praised, and the work was equally well received in Venice when it was revived under the composer’s direction in 1640 as the inaugural work for the Teatro San Moisè.
Rinuccini’s libretto is available in a number of editions. The music of the “Lamento” survives because it was published by Monteverdi, in several different versions, independently from the opera. This fragment became a highly influential musical work and was widely imitated; the “expressive lament” became an integral feature of Italian opera for much of the 17th century. In recent years the “Lamento” has become popular as a concert and recital piece and has been frequently recorded.
Scene 3
Arcetro recounts that while Orfeo lay weeping, Venus, goddess of love, carries him off in her chariot.
To you, what are you of the high ,
That to the noble pastor recasts
While these members have the spirit and life
Singing praises each between incense and fumes.
If of woods the green honors
Brawl on bare fields
Make gasps of horrid
Battle still, and frond’e flowers
Prepare with sweet flashes
Of light the eternal cart.
Seal and blow of Austro nervously
collapses into the sea, the rocks alter
the murky wave sparkling
Sweetly purse back wave
Melting the dark clouds and wounded
Aura flickers, and rambling.
At the top of the sky excees
Not just the air, and the fire around
But it all turns around
It’s not the way, in the eternal cry
How the day or the day falls
Reigns here joy and martyr.
We raise the voices and the heart singing to Heaven
Typically I would talk about my event and my connection to it. I will briefly, but I want to talk about something more than that in particular so I will provide the lead up to it.
This years winter nights was just a time for me to go and hang with my other Bardy friends(not to be confused with baudy, though these are not mutually exclusive) , get a little challenge. No intent on winning. I went with the intent of celebrating Bard friends and being connected to my community, old and new.
This was also Aegir’s first true bardic event. I wanted him to get a view of my world. The second we got there, he ran off with a friend he had made at another event to go make arrows. Whatever.
Round 1 had 26 competitors and every last one was enjoyable. I had asked Aegir what he wanted me to perform and he picked an Irish traditional piece called ” If I were a blackbird”. It fits the SCA feeling so I decided to go with it. It felt solid and I felt like I performed it well.
Round 2 was my first (and only challenge, spoiler alert). I was challenged to do a late period piece which would “Blow a hole through the roof”. This made me a little nervous as I hadn’t sang in about 2 weeks due to being ill. Whatever, I’ll pull it out. I’m a big girl! (5’11 and built like a valkyrie). I decided to go with a Monteverdi piece, “Lasciate Morire” from the opera L’Arianna composed in 1607 into 1608. I did indeed, blow the roof off. Everything, for the first time, with this piece lined up, like the stars and heavens. I was moved to even take the ground and sing from the ground. This isn’t easy to do, but it felt like the right thing to do.
Fast forward to the end of the event. We were all cleaning up and I was approached by someone who knows me from the outskirts but we haven’t been close. She approached me to tell me how much she enjoyed my performance and was wowed by me singing from the ground. I thanked her immensely for her words. They meant a lot to me.
Shortly after, Aegir advised he had been speaking with the same woman earlier. This is the conversation he provided to me. “She said she almost didn’t tell you that. She said you needed to hear it like you needed another hole in the head because you know it to be true.” So, moral of the story. TELL EVERYONE
The reason I wanted to bring this up is for one reason. If you hear or see something you like, tell the artist. We are our own worst critics. We have our own brain worms. I can tell you, day after day, I never feel good enough. The only thing I have to remind me I have some semblance of talent are your words and your tokens.
Where to begin with such a gigantic milestone for the East Kingdom. My home. This is the place where it felt safe to sing in public again. What else could I do for the Kingdom I love besides give it back the gift it gave to me?
I decided I would give everything I had to singing this weekend. It was too hot to do anything else. I think the heat this year was as bad as Pennsic 2 years ago where the heat won more bouts than the fighters. I’m glad no one was too seriously injured from heat.
With that being said, although I had transitioned to late period garb, the heat beat me in that battle for the weekend. Saari not Saari. Thats right, I ran around … well, walked around as a proper Indian woman should. It was a new feeling for me as I, in general, don’t show off this much skin. I’m a pretty modest dresser.
I bring this up because it has a lot to do with how I perform. Confidence is key in your performance. If you are not confident, your performance will suffer. Another point being is that when you practice to perform, you should, for all intents and purposes, rehearse in garb and shoes similar to what you will wear in performance. This was not the case for my 3 concerts I did over the weekend.
I was, however, blessed to be surrounded by performers and family of whom I respect immensely as performers.
In the first concert,Bards Ease, I collaborated with my good friends Bird the Bard and Sáerlaith íngean úi Duinnshléibhe (with Guest performances by Mistress Sabine and Mistress Margreatta) We would sing solo, group performances and some off mix of whatever we felt like was a good for the audience. Typically, I’d plan a concert one one genre. However, the 3 of us are so eclectic of performers, I really wanted to showcase that.
The next day we did a showcase of the Sing for the the East CD (which if you purchase this CD to support the East Kingdom Travel Fund, you can hear the track of Ceder San Barefoot and I performing that track. The rest of the concert was the original vocalists performing and the rest of us harmonizing.
The final concert was a sneak preview for the upcoming performance in April, The Decameron. We will be performing a a day of stories and music all from the 14th Century Italian literature. This happy little quartet was again, Myself, Bird, Sáerlaith and Margreatta.
If this wasn’t enough singing, we had our own camp of Bards who withered the night away with song till the wee hours of the morning.
This was a scroll assignment for the Order of the Silver Tyger
With fearsome might, he enters the list
Keen strength and skills surpass those of peers and Tygers all
What blows are swung with sword, skidded by shield and skewered by spear
May you fear them equally
In front of him, pray you not be
Side by side, a brother at arms to stay
Pennsic Brave, one of five left and still not an ounce of cowardice in his eyes
Honor and Valor drape humbly upon his shoulders
We, the East, are proud to have him armed and ready
In turn, we, Emperor Brennan and Empress Caoilfhionn, proudly induct Antonio Giancarlo Nicastri into the order of the Silver Tyger on this day, April 21, Anno Sociotatis 52 at Balfar’s Challenge
You must not under any pretense allow your mind (Harp). To dwell on any thought that is not positive, constructive, optimistic, kind. -Emmet Fox
I think this should be the mantra I focus on. It’s always tough when you put your heart and soul into something and then have your spirit crushed by not obtaining that goal.
This year was a new year to push myself . To try something new. This year I brought new repertoire. These pieces had never been performed by me for the public. This year’s repertoire choices were very personal and close to my heart as well.
Saturday I spent the day fencing, teaching, reveling in good friends and company. What did you teach, Lady Solveig? I taught what’s called a “Master Class”. This class is a safe place workshop where you bring a piece you are polishing or a piece you want to improve on. The format is generally you perform your entire piece all the way through and then you do it again, section by section. Suggestions are made about your performance and how to improve it. This was my first time performing this outside of an academic setting and I was overwhelmed to have three students attend. All of them brought difference pieces and styles to the table. I say overwhelmed in a good way. I never know how performers feel about being critiqued. Not everyone takes criticism well and even when they ask for it, it can rub them the wrong way. This was a great exercise for me in providing feedback but also serving as a bardic mentor for those who were older, same and younger than I was. I monitored body language very closely to make sure what I was providing was well received. When the class was over, I was thanked by the students and was told by two of them that they were now going to compete with these pieces for Baronial Bard and the third was just going to get up and perform for the open mic section. I couldn’t be prouder. I felt like a mama bird, proud that her kiddos are getting kicked out of the nest…. her… viking nest. With spears and fire.
I had set up, ahead of time, for an accompanist to help me with a piece. A few weeks prior, for personal reasons, he had to decline. Luckily, I am surrounded by amazing musicians in my life and another rose from the mist. I went to go rehearse with her but found out she had broken her foot the night before. In addition, she may have injured her wrist (Insert a chain of explicates and rapid swearing/heart beat) Oh wait! Another friend… can you play a thing? Maybe? No. Crap. oh hey, other friend (#4) yeah, I can play violin and make this work if your guitarist can’t. (Like watching the Bob Ross reruns on twitch where he throws a blob of paint on the painting and you think its ruined? Nope.… SAVED!). We made this work. Awesome.
After the class was over I rushed to get ready for feast and the bardic competition that night. “Ooooo girl, you so fancy!” I would jest with my friend, Ollala, that I was “Installing my weave”. I was quickly corrected that it was not a weave, because they were not sewn in and they were just extensions. I pushed that button a lot over the next few hours. After all, what is a Skald without harassing their good friends.
I made my way over to feast in my finest raizing garb, head weighing a few pounds more, thanks to the extensions and beads. I promise, my head was not full of hot air… that would have made this so much easier to walk. I followed up with a few of my friends whom I knew were competing, and I made sure to speak to them and encourage them. One, specifically said they weren’t even sure if they were going to complete. I did my best to encourage them and even walked over with them to sign up. The rest was all feast and a blur until the competition. Feast was an immense success as it always ways. The food was amazing as was the company. #Foodcoma #Wholeroastedpig #liquidcourage #bardjuice
Game face on. No… not vampires. You know, srsbsns.
I mentioned that my repertoire this year was important to me. Several years prior, I had discovered a performer named Owain Pfyfe. If you know me well enough, you know I do not really care for tenors. The bright timbre is not something iI inherently enjoy. However, there was something about his charisma and style that I couldn’t ignore. I was so intent on finding him. He had to be a SCAdian right? After about six months of searching and re-listening to all of his repertoire, I was DEVASTATED to find out that he had passed a few years prior. I then began spending my time learning his music, listening to his humor and trying to take it and internalize it, making it my own. My first piece would be one of his repertoire and it was my own take on it. I spent time focusing on that.
This year, I started with a mummer like feeling. I sat in the back of the room, covered in a wool cloak and an Italian Renaissance style plague doctors mask. I sat, quietly listening to the other performers, trying not to disturb them, but enjoy myself as well. Then, a friend of mine and fellow Bard, Kara the Mischievous took the stage. She sang a song, in which I have already received from her to add to my own personal book (It was that awesome!). Then, she too, decided to tell a story. She had mentioned at dinner she was telling a Norse story. I listened intently as she started her story, to tell us about when “Thor wore a dress”. My heart hit the floor, eyes widened and all the blood rushed from my body. That was -my- story. What was I going to do? Should I leave? Should I quit? What should I do?!?!?!
I took a stiff upper lip when it was turn, re-centered and let my new “persona” take over. I would not back down. I took the stage from the back of the hall in my mummers kit and my awful mix of European accents. I would crack jokes, get my “unsuspecting” assistants to the stage to help me out and slowly remove each piece. First the cloak (Which was alllll wool) so i weighed more than the world did at the moment. Next, the mask. Facial expressions are very important with physical comedy and the shtick I had chosen at that time. The piece I performed was “Fuggi, Fuggi”. I had the audience sing with me, I sang the Italian and as I explained to the audience, they’d be singing the Latin… ( Falalalala). At the end, it was time to show off my classical training. I arpeggiated my way up to a F above treble clef (One full octave above the top F line) and then gliasando’d down (Slide). A few small mistakes here and there, but ultimately I am very happy with how that piece went down.
Next, it was time for my story. I quickly thought of how I was going to fix this, the debacle, of two of us telling the same story. I opened with, “You may have already heard this story… tonight” and the audience seemed to appreciate that. Thank goodness for me, Kara and I have very different styles of telling stories so, although we told the same story, it was very different. This story was huge for me as I am not a storyteller, though, my friend’s say otherwise. I rely on my fast paced wit and vocal technique to entertain with. This was also important as this was my first true to persona piece I had done. Win or lose, this was my own victory.
At court on Sunday, I was not announced at the victor and my heart sunk. I had several folks approach me, telling me how much they enjoyed my piece, how much they loved my voice, how excited that I was going to be their champion again. I think this was devastating to me only because this was told to me. Had I not had so much stake in this at this point I think it wouldn’t have been as much of a letdown. However, their new Baronial champion is a shining star. She is just starting to really get her feet wet into Bardic. She has such talent and skill. I cannot wait to watch her grow and support her. My job in Stonemarche is done. Their community is growing strong and supportive. I will never stop supporting them, I will never stop being a part of their community, but they are not my focus any more. I need to find another group who needs my help just a tad more. You could say, “I’m a Wizard, Harry” and “A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.” And I will go precisely to where I am needed next.
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 