Everyone loves a challenge, even EKCoP!

 

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!

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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.

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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 Euridice tells 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

 

Here is a copy of the music:

Click to access asc001b.pdf

Prologo – Euridice

A te qual tu ti

 

 

Sweet hats and bling, so says my Laurel Sister.

I don’t even know where to begin about K and Q Bardic, yesterday. Parts of it were a blur, however, I cannot express how much my community means to me. I suppose I will start at the very beginning. I hear it’s a good place to start.

This is my 3rd year competing in K and Q Bardic. I never try to say ” I am going to win”, instead, I set smaller goals and achievements. It makes everything less stressful.

The evening before I stayed at the home of the amazing Sarah Byrd. She, as the day I met her 2 years prior, was full of kindness, warmth and a immense hospitality. I was unaware she had any staff duties at the event, meaning her hospitality was even more elevated.

The next morning I was fed and coffee’d… as Bards typically do -not- wake up before 11. It’s cruel and unusual punishment. This was heaven in a cup and plate. Sarah, Aegir and I dressed and walked the long and rigorous 4 block walk to site. We were greeted on our way by planned parenthood supporters (while we were in full garb), and wished them well as they stood for hours, in the cold, defending what they believed in. They asked where we were off too and we explained we had a competition just up the road. They cheered us on and off we went.

At site, we have a super secret delivery to a vigil and made that first priority before getting in the correct head space for the day. I talk about head space because as a performer, if you do not connect with yourself in the appropriate way for the day, it could cause your performance to suffer. I originally had a plan to perform “Twa Corbies” the Scottish “parody” of Three Ravens by Thomas Ravenscroft. However, I was unable to find detailed enough documentation to make it fit the day. So, with that said, 2 weeks prior to the competition, I decided to change it out for a much newer piece in my repertoire. I changed the piece to Depairt, Depairt, by Alexander Scott (See below for documentation). It took a while to settle in to my body. This was not my original piece and I was have problems coming to terms with it. However, over the two weeks I took to focus on it, I felt it in my soul.

Round 1) I was the 4th performer to go (out of 19). I do not envy anyone who has to go early in the rounds. It can be very unnerving. I was however blessed to follow two story tellers and a song that was very different from my own style. This allowed me to set the stage for my own unique performance style.  I opened up and out it came. I have no regrets starting with that piece. I only regret not singing out as much, but perhaps that is what allowed me to really open up. I sat the rest of the time, listening to each performer with their own unique performance. I was moved by several. When the round was over, I went to almost every single performer and presented them with my token and a genuine compliment. If you had read my last post, I have made it my mission to become more open about telling people about the talents they posses and not addressing anything negative at any point. I wanted people to enjoy their day as much as possible.

Between rounds I was introduced to a newer performer in the area who had won the novice day prize. I spoke with her at lengths about her passions and listened to what she had to share. I offered any assistance I could and encouraged her to come out to the event next weekend, which would be a friendly performance space. She also had mentioned she wanted to complete but was intimidated by not having enough rep. My friend and I both reassured her she should compete and if she needed help, we would help her find some.

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I have made it to round two every year so far. This was good news. The competition for round 1 was super fierce. When I heard my name called I was relieved that I could at the very least continue this tradition. I went second in round 2. Again, I don’t really like going to close to beginning, but with the field narrowed down to 9, I wouldn’t have too much of a choice. I had a piece that Aegir and I really enjoy singing together and in the car. It’s a Ladino piece called “La Prima Vez”. (More on Ladino below) It is possibly period, however, because Ladino was only prominently around for such a short period of time, we cannot document that this piece was indeed period. It’s pretty enough and the emotion is universal. At some point during the performance, the lights went out for a few short moments. I don’t recall it much as I was in the midst of performance, but I don’t remember even hearing a gasp. The lights went back on and I was still going.

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Round two was probably the best I have ever seen in my performance career in the SCA. I took my time afterwords trying to re hydrate (Just in case). I spent the time between the announcements speaking with fellow friends and mentors. Speaking to my fellow performers and sharing our experiences today. Planning more shenanigans in the future. No matter the outcome today, more music to come!!!

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The finals: I was surrounded by my family! My friend, Phillipe who I had met the year prior, who inspires me with his flare for the dramatics, his composition and his genuine kindness. Margretta (I can’t make the symbol to spell her name correctly… I guess I’ll figure it out eventually) who is my big sister. I wear her apprentice belt from Sabine. She is amazing in everything she does. She is dedicated to the music and the panache it deserves. She is who I aspire to be when I grow up! And finally Laila, new friend who I just met at Coronation of Wilhlem and Vienna. She met making music. We have connected and have been working on an opera company together. We have been planning to make more music. THIS IS MY FAMILY. There is no losing no matter what.

For the finals, we were challenged two fold. 1) To compliment the person who would be performing after you. This was no challenge, because I love all these people dearly. 2) To perform a piece that embodies kindness.

I didn’t hesitate more than a moment before picking my piece. I walked over to my Laurel and I showed her what I wanted to do. She agreed full heartily to it and so I ran into the hall for my “10 minute” prep time. (I think it ran longer, but i’m not complaining)

Hokay! I was going first. I spoke about Phillipe and then I revealed…. THE PIECE. About a year ago I composed a lullaby for Matilde. I spoke of the event that had sparked it. Though I was not close with her, I was moved by her kindness and selflessness she gave to the kingdom. I saw her having a rough time (while I was surfing the Visage of Tomes  //Facebook) and when I got home from work, I wrote it down, recorded it and sent it to her. I generally do not share pieces I’ve composed in public. It’s a piece of my soul and if it got damaged I don’t know what I would do. I write for people often, but it’s for them in their private moments. I sang it with all my heart. I sang it for a crowded room. I didn’t cry… then, but inside I wept because I shared my soul. This song is posted to my blog, but I suspect not a lot of folks actually read it.

It was decision making time and I didn’t care. We made music and reveled. We sang rounds and songs. We heard others play. My heart sang. I won the day. I was making music with old friends and new.

Court came. I was not announced the winner. That’s ok. I WON. My FAMILY was standing as champions. They are MY champions. They have always been my champions. Baldric or not. I love them. I screamed as they were announced. I cheered as they were addressed.

Not long after they had been announced, her Majesty, Vienna was announcing that she had been inspired by two other individuals in round 2. Myself and my brother, Phillipe. We were awarded a very rarely given award know as the Golden Lyre. (About the Golden Lyre below)

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I sat down to enjoy the rest of court. I was reveling again in the day. Surrounded by my community. The Bardic community. However, I was called into court for one more piece of business. The EKCoP (East Kingdom College of Performers) announced a new travel journal to be passed around. This journal is to document someone who inspired you that day (and a few more details). It is to be passed on to them at that event and taken home to the next event. Today, it was presented to me.

Also, throughout the event, I was presented these tokens by the populace for my performances. I added these into my “I guess I don’t suck” box. I keep every single token I’ve ever received as a way to remember on those days when the worms get to me that I am not as terrible as my brain tells me. HAND OUT TOKENS. GIVE COMPLIMENTS. These could help motivate and save your friends or strangers.

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This was my 3rd year. You bet you will see me next year. Until then, I have won the day. I hope everyone else won theirs too!

 

Depairt, Depairt

  • Alexander Scott (16th-century poet) (c. 1520–1582/83), Scottish poet. Scottish lyricist who is regarded as one of the last of the makaris (or poets) of the 16th century, because of his skill in handling the old Scottish metrical forms. His 35 extant poems are contained in the Bannatyne Manuscript (1568).
  • This was composed in Courtly verse in the grand manner.  Poetry in this manner comprises several elaborate dream-allegories more or less saturated with classical, as well as, rather more incidentally and cursorily, scriptural, allusion somewhat simpler love-allegories and dream-visions and debates, grandiose panegyrics and lament. Almost all of this is in more or less elaborate Chaucerian stanzas, mostly of seven, eight or nine lines of inter-rhyming pentameter lines. Set pieces in the courtly manner are also prefaced or appended to, or introduced into, works mainly in the narrative and didactic modes – as more or less conventional and pretentious prologues and prohemes, and conventional panegyrics and hymns, and some ‘complaynts’ or laments.

 

Depairt, depairt, (depart)*

Allace, I most depairte (Alas)

From her that hes my hairt (heart)

With hairt full soir (sore)

Aganis my will in deid (indeed)

And can find no remeid, (remedy)

I wait the panis of deid (pains of death)

Can do no moir. (more)

Adew sueit thing (Adieu sweet)

My joy and comforting,

My mirth and sollesing (delight)

Of erdly gloir: (earthly glory)

Fair weill, my lady bricht (bright)

And my remembrance rycht, (rich)

Fair weill and haif gud nycht, (have good night)

I say no moir.

 

Daiches, D. (1982), Literature and Gentility in Scotland, The University Press, Edinburgh

Smith, George Gregory (1911). “Scott, Alexander” . Encyclopædia Britannica. 24 (11th ed.). p. 468.

Cranstou, James (1897). “Scott, Alexander (1525-1584), poet” . Dictionary of National Biography.

About Ladino:

Ladino is very nearly extinct in many of these areas. A very archaic form of Castillian Spanish mixed somewhat with Hebrew elements (as well as Aramaic, Arabic, Turkish, Greek, French, Bulgarian, and Italian), Ladino originated in Spain and was carried to its present speech areas by the descendants of the Spanish jews who were expelled from Spain after 1492.

 

About the golden Lyre:

Given to an individual or group whose single work or performance, either displayed publicly or in an arts & sciences display at a Royal Progress, in The Crown’s sole opinion and discretion, manifests and represents the fire and passion of the East Kingdom arts. The basis for bestowing the Award of the Golden Lyre will rely on the artistic use of period mediums, creativity, and/or inspirational value of the work or performance. The work or performance may be a work in progress. Documentation is not required, but is highly recommended. Individuals/groups can receive the award more than once during a reign, but not for the same work or performance. The Award of the Golden Lyre may be awarded by the King or Queen, together or individually.

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

Silver Wheel for Juliote de Castlenou D’arry

She bestows her gifts with a generous hand;
Pausing not for toil and pain for those she keeps silent
Chronicler, wrangler
Weary not through the heat of summer as she serves all ,
Weary not through the cold spring rain as she sings;
But wait till the autumn comes
For the sheaves of golden grain sifted tirelessly for she lives as a warden.
Scatters the seed, and asks not for recognition
So we are moved to do this, We, the East, choose to recognize her this day. We Ivan and Mathilde, Tzar and Tazrina do induct Juliote de Castlenou D’arry into the Order of the Silver wheel on October 28, Anno Sociotatis 52 at The Harvest Festival

Great-Great-Awesome-Granddaughter…

Karen’s back, back again!

Oh, sorry…

I’m my Own Grandma….

I cut myself open to bleed out the black demonic blood, to transgress into the Elizabethan Phoenix.

Why am I doing this?

Why would Solveig, after spending countless hours, dollars, and BLING, change her super awesome amazing sweet viking kit and go late period velvet and brocades? I hear that stuff itches, and boning isn’t that comfortable. But… never mind!

As you may have noticed, the title of my blog went from Steps of the Skald to Travels of the Troubadour. Throughout my bardic path, I have had much duality in my stage presence. What you’d see is tall, bold, shield maiden; however what you would hear was dulcet melodies of late Elizabethan songs.

It was time to stop confusing the audiences, and maybe even myself.

You would think, Solveig, what does it matter that your kit doesn’t match your performance?

And I would respond, The Bard is the whole package.

It made very little sense for a viking to be singing late Elizabethan songs unless it was a “costumed” performance. So I made the decision to become one with the performance.

My first gripe was garb. Because who doesn’t like to be uncomfortable and unable to breathe in 100+ degree weather with 99% humidity? What do I do with this thing on my head? I’m already tall enough! How do veils go? Why do I have three sets of sleeves? Why do I have NINE skirts? Does this corset go on the inside or the outside, and which way makes me a hussy? Where the heck do I put my sword? What do I do with my hair? Wait, I have to lace myself up? Do I need a handmaiden? Where the hell is Karen when I really need her? Oh yeah, helping with blogs…

My next concern is the second biggest: bling! You can take the viking out of the girl, but you can’t take away her bling. All these conquests, all these jewels and pearls, pearls, pearls! Okay, I guess I can make this work, I think I have pearls here and pearls there and pearl earrings and pearl brooches, and pearls are Elizabethan, right? Right?! I guess I’ve got this jewelry thing handled.

My final and most concerning concern: you guessed it, the booze! Wait, does proper late period mean no booze, or hidden and more flavorful? When did the prohibition start in England? I can’t be a proper bard without booze. You can’t spell bard without booze, right?

I mean there ARE some positive things to this whole late period mess, don’t get me wrong. This means I get to openly be a pervert. Look at Shakespeare. Willie S. is my spirit animal. And those codpieces! We also get to enjoy cross-dressing, fencing is period, and oh my god, Landschneckt! All the colors and poofy pants and Landshneckt! And big feathers! Because Landschneckt.

So I suppose this isn’t so bad after all. But it will be a process learning to walk like a late-period lady and not strapping my sword on everyday. But don’t worry Brunnhildr — I mean Solveig the Elder — will make an appearance from time to time.

Have faith my friends.

The Closing of the Inn- Coldwood

Brrrrr … it’s cold outside

Or rather, not at all. This was an unseasonably warm Coldwood. I would say it’s named for the season and such, but it happens to be named for the shire it is hosted in.

This would prove to a more lax weekend for me, but c’monnnnn campfires and bonfires every 50 feet. This is a Skald’s paradise.

One of the things I am working on as a Skald is to not hesitate to share my music as long as it is welcomed. I had a previous conversation with Her Royal Highness, Matilde back at GNEW. It was clear that she appreciated classical music and vocalists in general. I challenged myself to not wait to be beckoned for a performance. Saturday afternoon, after I had completed fencing for the day (It was 80+ out), I shambled… well, wandered over carefully to EK royal and made a stiff upper lip. There was no backing down now. I took a knee (Not the football style) and asked if in about 30 minutes if she would care for a song. She happily obliged.

30 minutes later, after cleaning up and looking less like a schlep, I wandered back over. It was exactly 30 minutes later. Never keep a princess waiting and as a musician I was trained to never be late. Alack, Alas! The princess had wandered away to manage a personal matter. No matter. I would take matters into my own hands… well I’d wait patiently. I wandered off to spend time conversing with the other fencers until she returned. After she had a few moments to settle down, I made my way back over.

This was it! I offered up my song. I opened my mouth and let the music pour from me. When the piece was over, I was greeted with a welcoming hug, a thank you and a token. I don’t think I had had ever been this warmly thanked for a song. This, was most gratifying, not as a bard, but as a human to another human. Music is a very dear thing to me. You could see that her highness had been moved and she shared that gift with me back.

I would say that this was the end of my successes, but that would be a fib. That evening, Tearlach shared a great story about the cow that wouldn’t die. Folks were still gathered around the bonfire and it appeared they were looking for entertainment. I against, poured out another song. I only expected to sing one piece and then leave. I was beckoned to sing more. From time to time, I also sat next to her excellency, Jocelyn, from Stonemarche, and would serenade her privately. I then finished a personal request to new friends made.

It doesn’t seem like a super exciting story, but it’s starting to appear that my SCA dreams are coming true. People are asking me to sing and I am aware enough to read my audience. This is a great accomplishment and step in my journey.

Bow-Hemian Rhapsody, The first attempt at a filk.

This was my first attempt at a filk… ever. The story of this is a few fold over. I was coming back from an event called, “The Endewearde Hunt.” This is an archery focused event. I so so inspired by the talent and skill that I had seen that day. I also had decided that I didn’t think there were enough songs about archers. I was discussing with my travel companions about previous event in which before things were serious and after camp had been set up that we all broke out into “Bohemian Rhapsody”. It had then struck me, Bohemian Rhapsody.. Bow-Hemian Rhapsody. I was inspired as my light bulb turned on. Thus I feverishly began to jot down lyrics and thus, this was born.

Bow-Hemian Rhapsody- Filk by Lady Sölveig Bjornadóttir

Is this the field life

Is this just practicing

Caught up with scoring

No escape from targetry

Open your eyes

Look up at the prize and see

I’m just a bow boy, I need no armoring

because its aim it high, aim it low

Shoot the arrow, at a foe

Any way the wind blows, sorta really matters to me, to me

Yeoman, just straddled the line

Knocked a bolt onto my bow

loose the string now its a go

Yeoman, rounds have just begun

and now you’ve gone and fired them all away

Yeoman, oooo

Didn’t mean to make you cry

But some times Grandmaster bow men win them all

Loose on, loose on, as if scoring doesn’t matter

Too late, my fletching’s gone

Sent pointies down the line

Skimmed the petticote sometimes

Goodbye everybody, i’ve got to go

It’s time to pack my tackle and head to court

Marshall, oooo

I just wanna rank

More than just bowman once again

I see the little silouette of a deer

Let it fwoosh, let it fwoosh

Do you see the arrow flying

Thunder camp is frighting, with sword and boards a fighting

Little bow man, Little bow man

Little bow man, Little bow man

Little bowman – Bullseye

I’m just a bow boy, no swords point at me

He’s just a bow boy, from a bow family

Spare me your gripes and your pomposity

Pull it back, let it go, till the martial calls a hold

We’ve lost the tip! We always lose the tip. (Not the tip!)

We’ve lost the tip! We always losethe tip. (Not the tip!)

We’ve lost the tip! We always lose the tip. (Not the tip!)

We always lose the tip. (Not the tip)

Yes we always lost the tip

Always lose the tip,

Bow. bow, bow, bow, bow bow bow

Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, loose the bow.)

Your majesty has a medal put aside for me

For me

For me!!!!

Crossbows think they can sit there and steal the bullseyes

Mundanes think they can stroll past the field line alive!

Oh Baby!

Get off the field baby!

You gotta get out

You gotta get right out of here

Archers really matter

Anyone can see

Archers really matter to me

Anyway the wind blows

The Great Northeastern War

War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing!

Except pillaging afterwards! And bling!

This is my goof off year at GNE {NEVER GNEW!!!!} It was hot, I didn’t fight, and I definitely went swimming. I was in charge of a thing, Oh Odin, Oh Thor, aw hell!

Guess my ideas about Partying and shopping have to be curtailed a bit, because my home away from home this event would be: Gate!

I had organized over 80 volunteers to fill 40 different shifts give or take. When I wasn’t at Gate, I spent my time perusing merchants. I’m not really sure I slept the entire event. Because after all, what better way to spend GNE, right? After all, I was showing my Malagentian pride and getting my shopping war points, since I wasn’t fighting…

PARTY!! SHOPPING!! WOOT!

What does a true Viking do, but hang out with the likes of Thunder? The real challenge is walking home when you’re done. Especially if they’ve laid out the glow-sticks… My companion and I were heading back to our campsite, when we heard music coming from the Endeweardian encampment. Who else could it have been, but Aneleda Falconbridge?

Like a sailor to their siren, I slunk into their encampment, thankfully missing all the tent ropes. At one point, Aneleda Falconbridge, Jean de la Montagne, Master Lucienne, and Mistress Dreda had decided to perform one of my favorite quartets: Ave Verum Corpus by William Byrd. However, they seemed to be struggling in spots. I knew this piece like the back of my hand, even in my cups, as it had been my final in my conducting class in college. At one point, Aneleda asked the audience if anyone knew how to conduct, because she decided they clearly needed a conductor. I raised my hand sheepishly, not knowing what I was getting myself into. I was handed a copy of the score, made a few quick notes to jog my hazy memory, and quickly analyzed the situation.

Once I figured out where the hiccups were occurring, the derailed train was now back on track. What had been a struggle was now performed with ease, and we made it to the end as a team. At that point, the group started to dissipate, after all, it was 2am. Before leaving, the quartet approached me, and asked when we could do this again. I was star-struck, having four talented performers ask lowly little me, who didn’t even have her AoA when we could make sweet, beautiful music again.

#SpoilerAlert   I got my AoA the next day!

 

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Harper’s Retreat

So 2013 was my first year competing for Baronial Bard of Stonemarche; I admit I was both nervous and full of myself.

I was full of myself because I felt I was a shoo-in. I’ve been a professional singer since 2004; I had been doing a wide range of music my entire life, from singing to playing instruments such as clarinet, I have done both solo and choir pieces; I qualified for All-State Chorus all four years in high school, making it through regional competitions to gain that honor; I went to college for voice and music education. I scoffed at the idea that any of these non-professional singers holding a candle to me. Looking back, I now know I had a shitty attitude, and I truly underestimated the talent of the Knowne World.

I had one period piece to my repertoire — only to find out later that it was only SCA appropriate, and not period appropriate — and a few Irish traditional songs. Looking back, I know that these things don’t make a good bard. I was ill-prepared with nothing memorized or even off-book. And even with all of my experience, I was shaking like a leaf due to nerves.

I had been encouraged to compete by my warm and welcoming household, whom had just found out I could sing. I had been sitting at their house every Thursday night for months, and never once had I brought up the fact that I went to school for music. I had lost my backbone for performance, and had sworn off singing once I had graduated from college, partially due to family issues and partially due to self-confidence.

Anybody who is anybody has sampled a brew from Bard’s Rest — and the night in question I had sampled several — and knows these brews can cause inhibitions to be lost, and in myself, musical turrets to abound, so I had opened my mouth to sing. It was at that point, Kythe and Sine had asked if I had ever competed for Baronial Bard. They had advised in years past that numbers had been few, many of which would be recycled. I had been apprehensive, but with liquid courage and their silver-tongued persuasion, I decided, what the hell, I’d be a shoo-in.

So, back to the day of the competition, without the liquid courage running through my veins, I was no more than a shambling shack in the wind. I remember sitting in the audience talking to whom would soon be the new Baronial Bard; we laughed, we joked, we commented on the music and stories shared; we exchanged opinions, and encouraged one another to be the best that we could be. Even when my new friend had gone to perform, I still scoffed and thought I had it in the bag. I didn’t sing well, not nearly up to my own standards, nor apparently to the audience’s or the judges’, but again this false arrogance had sat with me throughout the day. I finished the night out as most bardic circles do: singing merriment, laughing, and enjoying the more relaxed environment now that the competition was over.

Next day in court, it was time for the moment of truth. It was like a bad movie scene where the goofy guy expects to get the job, only to find it goes to the more qualified person. In the same fashion, as they were calling the Baronial Bard, I stood halfway up before I realized it wasn’t my name they had called. I tried to make it look like I was stretching, as awkwardly as a boy on a first date putting his arm around a girl, as I inched back into my seat. After the moment wore off, more than half of me was happy for my friend, though I will admit there was a part of me that was crestfallen.

I was disappointed, sure, as any would be at the loss of a competition. However, I gained so many more things from that day: I met mingled with many performers of many unique backgrounds; made friends with the Baron and Baroness; and realized what it truly meant to be a Baronial Champion, it was not just about aesthetics, but about the spirit, knowledge, and diversity that go into being a musically inspirational leader. With this in mind, I was no longer discouraged and now had a goal for next year. Give or take a year.