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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Julian Bream Plays The Rigging Of A Four-Master While His Roommate Waits For A Bus



He's playing Lachrimae, by John Dowland.

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.

It's the seventeenth century version of this:



The Sky Is Crying, by Elmore James

The sky is cryin'
Can't you see the tears roll down the street
I've been looking for my baby
And I wonder where can she be
I saw my baby early one morning
She was walking on down the street
You know it hurt me, hurt me so bad
Made my poor heart skip a beat

I've got a real bad feelin'
That my baby she don't love me no more

You know the sky, the sky's been cryin'
Can you see the tears roll down my nose
 
Gary Moore wasn't fooling. Drank himself to death in 2011.

3 comments:

Tom Francis said...

What an interesting juxtaposition of two styles with songs of similar content. That was really interesting.

I have a very good friend who is an expert on lutes of the baroque and late Renaissance periods. He has several example in his personal collection that are actual 15th century instruments including a Spanish chitarrone (or theorbo) a 10 course lute that has a ridiculously long neck to allow for a long bass course.

I'm absolutely fascinated by lutes - there are so many variations and types to read about.

Thud said...

I once rehearsed in a studio next to a room Gary Moore used, we were loud but when he turned up and turned on we went home.

SippicanCottage said...

Hi Tom- Thanks for reading and commenting.

Thud!










I said, THUD!