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GNEW and Pennsic- The Great Morley Boogaloo

It’s been since 2009 since I have headlined a concert or really felt like myself as a performer. Over the years, I have been backing myself down to do more ensemble playing. I continued to do solo performances but nothing really too large. I did also step down for the second time as Consorts Bard this past year and that opportunity gave me multiple solo experiences and opportunities. However, at the suggestion of Richard Heyworth, it was time to get my big girl britches back on and really get up and do what makes me happy and feeling competent as a performer.

With some rabbit holes dove into, we found this book of Canzonettes ( a short, lively, and cheerful song. The word comes from Italian as a “little song,” derived from canzone) for 2 voices. This was composed by Thomas Morley. Where this was not quite solo work, it still gave me the opportunity to perform each piece and also play with friends. I decided I was going to learn the -entire- book. This was 12 pieces of vocal music which ran about 30 minutes solid of music with no breaks taken. That… is a lot. I, again, have not done that much solid singing since 2009 when I gave my senior recital at school for my undergraduate degree. The largest challenge I was facing was not the difficulty of the music, but the physical changes to my instrument that started in 2022. Let me talk a little more about this.

The human voice is not a solitary instrument. It is effected by it’s housing. Weight loss can change the shape and amount of soft tissue surrounding the throat, mouth, and vocal tract. This can alter how sound resonates. Your voice isn’t produced only by the vocal cords. It is produced by the throat, mouth, tongue, and nasal passages act as a resonating chamber. Changes in surrounding tissue can subtly change the sound. Significant changes in body composition can potentially affect the tissues supporting the vocal folds, which may influence pitch or vocal quality. Weight loss can affect breathing mechanics and respiratory support, which can make the voice sound different or change how easily you project. If the weight loss is substantial or occurs rapidly, changes in nutrition or hormones can sometimes affect the vocal folds and muscle strength.

This then becomes a very sensitive subject for me because my voice has been a lot of my identity. Neither here nor there, I moved forward with this project. I reached out to a few friends of mine to see if they would be interested in singing/playing some of these pieces and was greeted with excited responses of yes.

As I pursued this project, I also decided to see if there was something more to the canzonettes. Sure as the sun shines there was some good gossip behind the canzonettes. If you, gentle reader, are interested, click this link below:

Mor(ley) or Less a Canzonette

Preparing for the concert was a bit more of a trial. I could control my own singing but how was I to know if my volunteers would be ready and in action. One performer was in North Eastern MA, one in South Western NH, another in Western MA and one in Michigan.

What I had planned was not what in the end happened. We got to GNEW and one of my performers, the night before the concert, advised they could no longer be there. So, that left me with a 9am emergency rehearsal with one vocalist and one instrumentalist. The other vocalist was only slotted for Pennsic. No one seemed to notice that this was a change and I am quite thankful for that. This was a dry run for Pennsic.

Now, we get to Pennsic. Friday afternoon, the sun. HOT. We managed to get set up and I think I am smart enough to not schedule any rehearsal time. Friday was just about getting into headspace for a weekend of Arts and Sciences into the concert. However, this is not before serving as our rapier champion.

I think it’s really important to be versed in something else outside of your art so that you have something for your head to retreat to when the brain weasels are bad. For me, this is fencing. This was the start to my Saturday. Above is an image of our amazing Excellencies and my most excellent partner in crime, Corso, Baroness’ champion of fence after both of us won our exhibition bout. Neither of us won the tournament, but I had received feedback from many of the landed that I was a fun looking fight, chivalrous and though appearing somewhat demure they could see the mischief in me.

From there went back to rehearsals. I met with my vocalist from Western MA, Cecelie. An hour put in plus the occasional chatting and I was feeling better about our performance.

Opening Ceremonies are always so fun and full of pomp.

That evening I made my pilgrimage to the B blocks to perform at Caoilfhionn’s Bardic Circle. I had been performing at this the last several years. I never will miss this Bardic. Her grace has made this a safe and welcoming performance space. I feel safe bringing everything from period pieces to trad to things I have composed myself. Each time, something new. My little cheater night to really sing and make sure I am keeping my instrument healthy and safe. It’s rough with all the talking and dust that happens at Pennsic.

Sunday was now once again shifted for focus. I decided to display my concert

(Videos of Morley Concert from GNEW)

from GNEW and the paper I wrote (posted above). I typically don’t display my work. I have been very disheartened by people who simply don’t stop by because I don’t have something pretty to touch or taste. I decided this was going to be different. I sat with my display mostly from 12-5, however during that time I was also able to provide a consultation to a newer scadian. Their work was also music related and I lit up when I was able to see what they were working on. I am ashamed to say I didn’t get their contact info outside of their email that they already provided but they are working on some -great- stuff. Their work was reassembling and piecing together the Casulana Madrigals. Where, if you look at my paper above, you will get an idea of why this was an area of interest based on my works of Cazonettes.

The day rolled around and it was time to prepare with my other vocalist. Well, life happens. They had lost their voice so it was time to reconfigure the concert. Thank goodness that Richard, my recorder player, who also played with me at the GNEW concert not only was on site at Pennsic, but he was camping within my camp group. Coach is putting you back in buddy to pinch hit! (Is that how that sports terminology works?)

Later, with little time to rehearse, we did sort of a cheater rehearsal. That night I was slated to play for Runnymede dinner. What better way to practice than on an instrument you are not using for the concert. Whatever. It was an excuse to play. That night Richard, Cecelie and I played through the Morley concert on recorder just to keep the music in our bones. It also made for lovely background music as well outside of the other books we typically play out of. The day was long and I needed preserve my voice since I had another busy day with the concert being the next day, Monday.

Monday…. the big day arrived. What a better way to start the morning than serve as a scorer for the A and S War Point. I was honored to have been asked to do so. I was able to review two very different but exciting performance pieces of which I learned a lot from. One, a Sackbut/Slide Trumpet presentation and the other a vocal piece from the Minnesingers. I gifted each with a small trinket dish because competing and the amount of work that goes into a performance piece is close to my heart and I wanted to celebrate each of the folks I scored.

Then, that night… 6:00 pm rolled around and it was time. This concert felt easier than the concert at GNEW. This is why we have rehearsals right……RIGHT?!?!?!

I have most of the concert here, but part of it was lost due to technical errors with recording… which is ok. We have -all- the pieces from GNEW.

Outside of court on Tuesday, where I had made 3 medallions for folks who are close to me, Wednesday was my last day of productivity for me and my music soul.

Wednesday was my Laurel, Sabine’s Birthday. We had talking about just getting together and playing and it just so happened that Wednesday worked out for me. I also invited Richard along because he could also use an outlet away from his 4 year old for a few hours. We ended up playing for about 2 hours and it was just so good!

From there, I headed to my dear friend Emeline’s vigil where I sang for her and played recorder as background music. It filled my cup to be able to give the gift that she requested.

Later that evening, Sabine was hosting a more official jam session but I think the rain scared everyone away. Bird the Bard, who is also Sabine’s student, showed up and we got to rock out on gemshorns! This was only like my second time seriously getting to pick one up and play and it was such a joy. It is close to recorder on the fingerings that I was able to hold my own and jam out to cantigas. Another several hours of playing. My soul was just so full.

Thursday was my last day of fencing. I decided ahead of time that I was going to be fencing in the Cadet tournament. Where I am not officially a cadet, I still met the parameters of the tournament. I just needed someone to sponsor me. Cedric had offered to do so on one condition. I was to write the letter myself and it had to be an “interesting” letter, so I had a task set before me. Here is what I concocted Cadet Sponsor Letter.

I didn’t know there was anything special about the letters until I was pulled aside and told that my letter won the favorite letter of two gentles running the tournament. This meant I got to pick my first fight….. of 94 fencers. I went with whoever seemed eager because honestly, I knew maybe 10 of the 94 and my goal was to fight as many new folks as possible. I didn’t win the tournament, but winning the “Bardic” portion of the fencing tournament, I will take as a win. I left shortly after I lost my last life because the humidity was taking it’s toll on me but I’m still proud with how I did.

I will upload my pennsic concert when I get around to it, which should be shortly, but I wanted to get this up now before I lose my thoughts.

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51 Here I come

Pennsic 51 was not as full as I would have liked it to be, but maybe it was what I needed. This year was weird and between the weather and a less than full schedule, I don’t know how I managed to still have an over full schedule to not spend much time in camp.

Pennsic this year was hot but manageable. Much more manageable than GNEW by a good 10 degrees or so. Spouse creature and I took 2 days to drive down instead of 1 which seemed to be a solid plan. We got there at a good time when there was no rain, which was huge! He doesn’t mind setting up in the rain, but alores alons, I am a princess.

Before we got to site, the vehicle above was spotted. This brought me a silly amount of joy. It became more joyful when I realized I knew the humans -inside- the vehicle. We were messaging directly for about 30-45 mins. It started to get the hype up for Pennsic in a way that it was going to feel like HOME.

This year we chose to camp topside with our Barony, Stonemarche. I have to give a huge shoutout to camp moms Julienne and her Excellency Dierdre. Camp was perfectly laid out, spacious and felt again, like home.

These flag-a-dos were great and our footprint was laid out for us. That was super nice. However, as mentioned before, I am a princess and do not enjoy hear. Can you tell by my face?

The rest of the day was uneventful. This was also the first year that we would be cooking all of our own meals for the whole 8 days we were there. In years past, I had camped with a group that had fed us the whole week so the only thing I needed to worry about was my medications, snacks and breakfast. I am picky about brekky and don’t really do solid food. Also, to be fair, there were snacks, but I have a specific diet I try to keep to while I am away at events. It helps keep me hydrated as well as within my needs for protein… which are high. However, none of you came here to read about my dietary needs. You can here for the tea on Pennsic and TEA I shall bring… or coffee. Hmm. I could use some coffee right about now…. anyways!

Saturday was my OMGWTFBBQSAUCE rehearsal day. I had 3 rehearsals and a performance today. Sleeping in is not a thing on the ‘getti. I learned this the same way I learn everything… sheer brute force and stubborness. Which… didn’t help. I was up-ish with the sun and spent a lazy morning in camp, drinking coffee out of “Mine-ick”. The cousin of Yorik. Rehearsals started at about 12:30 with my Laurel, Sabine. She is always warm and willing to work with my less than focused brain. We played through duets, trios. It was nice to just -play- with no judgement. My recorder site reading is rusty as I focus more on voice. We picked some pieces which we were going to play for incidental music for the Runnymeade dinner the next day and then off to my next rehearsal I went.

Just down the block, off I went to meet with my Apprentice “Niece” Adelissa. She plays a plethora of strung instruments and so I had asked her if she was willing to accompany me for one of my solo pieces that I was choosing to do. She’s is very good and a fast study. So we worked through that and then off to my final rehearsal with Amalie. She is another classically trained opera vocalist who I have been -dying- to make music with. If you have not heard her sing, you absolutely should. It was like we had always sang together. We blended well, our timbre’s were well suited for one another and we seemed to make good choices around breathing spots in a way that would not effect the music.

From that rehearsal it was time to look cute. Off to Opening ceremonies! I love the pomp that it brings. It really helps make the event for me. However, not much time to stick around as I was heading off to perform at the EK/MID Bardic Showcase.

This year the showcase was centered on stories. I don’t often tell stories because when I do I become a very different persona. Solveig the singer is very demure, well behaved and serious. Solveig the story tell is well? A goblin. I don’t know what does it to me, but telling stories, I want to get down on the ground, play with levels… tempos… emotions. Also, these days, when I tell stories, I tend to dress in more masculine presenting clothing. I can’t tell you why, it’s just what triggers in my brain. My Apprentice “Nephew” Phillipe is also a fantastic story teller. However, he was helping me “Run” this from the background perspective and wasn’t up for telling a story this year.

Thus ends my public post for Saturday.

Sunday was filled with a mix of items. My first group rehearsal for the KWP: The Reckoning By Master Lorcan, I was once again playing in the pit. No new faces this year until the slightly later edition of Phillipe. However, I was also serving as the vocal coach for the 3 performers who were in varying stages of vocal performance. I worked with them for about an hour to 90 mins and by the end of our time together, it appeared to me that they were confident enough to bring that piece to life. oh! and lots of rain

From there I hauled tush to a few tents over where I was teaching my Bardic 101 class. This class is so important for newer folks and I wish I had a class like this when I started. When I started in the SCA 14+ years ago, I didn’t really have a path or anyone I could super talk to about Bardic. I found some folks a few years later, but this class would have been a great guided tour and I am glad to keep offering it. I had 12 people attend this class and a few contact me after for more information. That is always a thrill.

Later in the evening I would be orchestrating and performing in the Runnymeade Dinner. This is a gathering of all the landed Baronages of the East Kingdom. I was originally asked to bring “High Italian Aria” like feeling to their Excellencies. I had also recruited Amalie to sing a solo and a Duet with me. She sang “It was a lover and his lass”. As a duet, we did Machaut’s “Je Ne Cuit Pas”. This piece is in Occitan french so additional pronunciation research had to be done. And I finally finished with I’vo’ Bene. by Firenze The below picture captures 3 generations so to speak. My Laurel, Sabine, Myself and my student, Drustan.

This was also a chance for him to be exposed more and people could see him performing more. Covid killed a lot of folks desires to perform and be seen in public. He is working through this. So, he brought his guitar and a goose quill and he did a lovely job of playing for 20 minutes just as background music.

I had recruited about 8-9 performers to play and there was a lot of quick thinking as 1 of my musicians who I was counting on bowed out and the other did not show due to illness. So, re-organization needed to happen and quickly. I tried to make sure everyone had a chance to be seen/heard but of course, things never go according to plan. I think I should have made sure i had more reasonable backup plans besides “You go here now”.

We had only been asked to play until about 8 or so. From there, the instrumentalists packed up and made a quick stop at Bhakail’s boardgame and music night. I premiered my new song for the first time this week and I think it went well. We had stormed into camp like a flock of geese singing “Well Actually” by Her Excellency Emma Macalmone and then hailed Bhakail with a mighty “WAUGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”.

As dark o’clock rolled in we then hit VDK Bardic which is hosted by her Grace Caoilfhionn. Which, she, herself also has quite a beautiful voice. If you haven’t listened to the “Sing for the East” CD, she sings with Drake on “We are the East”. Anyways, I rolled in with the Bard Yard and once again, showed off my new song. This is important to me as I am super anxious about sharing my own work. I always feel like it’s never as good as anyone else’s. I know we cannot compare as all music is it’s own creation, but I want this piece in particular to be an anthem for “The Bards”. I can never tell if anything is well received or not, especially when the audience is small. So, I stuck around for a little bit, chatted with friends and again, back to N33 I went!.

Monday was my first instrumental Reckoning rehearsal, followed by running the annual Pennsic EKCOP meeting but nothing too flavorful for the day.

Tuesday was rehearsal, court and retaining and hitting up Silver Oak Bardic. I brought minstrels memory and a story as this was a group of select Bards who were performing for their own love and they were all skilled “Hand Picked” performers.

Wednesday was the same, but replace Silveroak bardic with the Holy Kingdom of Acre Bardic. Acre is a parallel game to ours. I have made many friends in their game and they are a lovely group of people so I try to make it to their Bardics.

Thursday was a big day for me. I would be teaching my intro to 16th century vocal technique and pedagogy. I am passionate about the voice and showing folks that there is more to singing than just opening your mouth. It is an Olympic sport with lots of research. I was only able to touch on a few key factors from key players into the 16th century for performance, who was singing and what ornaments were being used, but I was pleased that I had 6 participants come to my class, Thursday morning at 10:00 am ACROSS the battlefield.

Later that morning I had the joy of giving a private voice lesson from my camp. I had donated an hour of singing for voice lessons to a young human who had a passion for singing. It had been about 10 years since I worked with someone her age and it was really nice. Her enthusiasm and willingness to grow was so fresh and great to see. Her guardian was also a big support in her growth and I really enjoyed both of them. I do hope they continue to pursue voice with kiddo.

Friday Fri-yay! Just the reckoning on the schedule. A few pictures below, stolen from the beautiful Emeline (Phillipe’s Spouse and good friend of mine as well). Our performance was a performance. I don’t have much to say about it because it’s a pit performance. We weren’t meant to be the shining stars. The Stage actors and Actresses were and they did a phenomenal job.

Like I said… not much to report this year. It wasn’t terrible but it wasn’t amazing either. Hoping next year changes that.

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A whole new world!

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.

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Pennsic! There is no place like home

PennsicThis was my first year at Pennsic. I’m not going to lie. It’s all pretty much a blur right now so I will keep this short and sweet. I sang every night till the wee hours of the morning.  I went to a Bardic Circle every night and sometimes multiple in a night.

The only super notable things I did were sing at the VDK Invitational Bardic. I learned a new piece of music (to be) composed by the Queens Bard Geoffrey – MKA-David Yardley (AKA captain Speccy Pants) and then I sang in Drake’s Concert, who opened for Heather Dale. That was pretty cool!

 

One more thing of note. I did record for the Known World Bardcast. I put up an original composition (Lullaby for the Queen). Anyone who knows me, knows how anxious I am putting my work out into the public.

 

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Scroll for Noble Bird the Bard

When the mead of poetry falls upon dumb lips, the tongue lay now silvered. Sweet rhapsody resonates, flowering from what was once small buds, fragment gardens. Firey passion and never hesitation from the spirit. As a nightingale sings so does our beautiful azure songbird. They grace us with music, poetry, performance from dawn till dusk and never do they falter. Today, we the people and landed Baron and Baroness, Rowen and Suba, do see it fit to bestow this honor upon the muse amongst us by inducting them into the order of the (insert) at Pennsic

Text by Lady Solveig Bjarnardottir