Calendary Music – July – “Di tu se fedele”

July 10, 2009 at 10:14 pm | In Calendary music, Music, Opera, The Course of the Year | Leave a Comment

The Boyfriend and I are packing up to go away for a week to his family’s cabin by the north sea for a week, and I’m looking so much forward t relaxing for a whole week, going for walks and reading books and drinking tea by the open fire! I’ve started working on my dissertation now, and between that and my part-time job, I’ve been slightly stressed out, so a break is more than welcome.

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But there’s no internet connection at the cabin, so that means that things will be quiet in here for the next week. I’ll see you all next week!

In the meantime, here’s my choice for my Calendary Music project this month: “Di Tu Se Fedele”. Ever since I was a little girl I’ve associated the month July with the sea and sailing. My family and I would go on the ferry between Hundested and Greenaa (between Sealand and Jutland) every summer, and I remember standing on the deck of the ferry while the sun warmed the top of my little head and the wind blew through my hair, impressed and almost overwhelmed by the vastness of the sea and by the sensation of the ferry cutting through it at full speed, and I held onto my mother who would lift me up and helt me tight so that I could lean over the rail and gaze down at the waves below while she sang songs to me about the sea. “When the sun is buried in the North Sea,” she sang, “It will rise again in the Baltic the next day”.

“Di tu se fedele” the faux sea shanty from Un Ballo in Maschiero has always reminded me of that feeling. It’s got an air of salt water and wind and sailing to it, and an air of optimism and indomitability that makes it a perfect aria for the month of July. Especially in the below version where it’s sung by Jussi Björling (in Swedish!) whose voice always sounded like a beautiful Scandinavian light summer night.

Top 5 Favourite Early Beatles Songs with Lead Vocals by John Lennon

July 6, 2009 at 3:00 pm | In Fandom, Music, Pop Culture, Top 5/Top 10, youtube | 1 Comment

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I know, I know. Writing a blog entry about The Beatles. I might as well put up an entry that reads “You know what’s really cute? Kittens and bunnies. Kittens and bunnies are really cute.” or titled ”Why Racism is Wrong”. Even so, I’m writing this entry. 

I went through this whole big Beatles-phase in the eighth grade, where my best friend and myself would sit around in each other’s rooms after school and listen our way through every Beatles album ever released. It got really freaky for a while, the way fandom usually does when you’re 13 years old. I remember wearing black and mourning all day on the anniversary of John Lennon’s death, and realizing at some point that I knew the lyrics of every single Beatles song ever written. I also think that thanks to this adolescent Beatles phase of mine, Help! is still the movie I’ve seen the most times.

My friend and I neatly divided the fandom between us so that she liked Paul McCartney the best, and I was all about John Lennon and thought he was the most divine man ever to have lived. I like to think that I’m over that by now, but the truth is I’m really not. I think “Imagine” is an awful song and actually pretty much dislike the entire oeuvre of his solo career, but I still think he was incredibly awesome when co-working with McCartney, and he was undeniably a genius songwriter.

And then he had a singing voice that can still make me all school girl-ishly weak in the knees whenever I hear it. Which is what I really wanted to write about in this entry, my Top 5 Favourite Early Beatles Songs with Lead Vocals by John Lennon, or, more idiomatically, my T5FEBSLVJL. Because John Lennon had such a good singing voice for rock ‘n roll music. And I think people sometimes tend to forget this, focusing mostly on his songwriting abilities, or even his heavy-handed fight for world peace, so I thought I’d bring attention to it in this entry. His voice simply sounded sexy, I think, like leather jackets and five-o-clock-shadows and sweet nothings whispered into your ear at a scruffy bar late at night.  It’s especially prominent in the high notes when his voice sounds like it’s almost about to break, allowing a kind of passionate desperation to creep into his clarinet-like barytone that brings a certain edge to the songs. And while I love the later Beatles songs, I think the earlier songs tended to set off this particular edge the best – perhaps because the early songs otherwise sound relatively innocent to the modern ear. Here are my five favourite examples of this phenomenon:

5. “Mr. Moonlight”
This is not a Beatles song in as much as it’s not written by The Beatles; rather it’s written by Roy Lee Johnson. All in all it’s a pretty forgettable song, but John Lennon’s voice in the intro is so awesome.

4. “You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me”
Another song that isn’t actually a Beatles song. It was written by The Miracles, but I think that the Beatles’ recording of it is actually the best there is. John’s vocals seem to be balancing on the upper edge of his high range, truly adding to the desolate ambience of  the lyrics. George Harrison delivers the harmony, but it’s John’s voice that stands out.

3. “You Can’t Do That”
One of John Lennon’s more macho songs, thematically related to “Run for Your Life” , and this makes the aforementioned raunchy sound of his voice even more apt.

2. “Twist and Shout”
It almost seems redundant to mention this one, because it’s so famous, but I’m doing it anyway, because John does that almost-breaking-voice thing constantly in this live cover version of a Top Notes song:

1. “This Boy”
“This Boy” is my favourite example when it comes to John’s voice. Which is funny because I actually find most of the song to be slightly dull and monotonous – but it’s saved by the bridge  where John gets to display the full potential of his voice, as he takes the lead and breaks free from the morose harmonies of the song. The result is incredible. And then  he is just so impossibly cute in the video when he raises his eyebrows while reaching the high note! Eeeee, look at him! I don’t know what all those girls were on about, screaming their lungs out over Paul McCartney with his puppy dog eyes and awkwardly bopping head.

Kristin Lavransdatter – Fugged

July 3, 2009 at 12:34 pm | In Art, Internet Findings, Literature | 2 Comments

I recently blogged about the weblog Judge a Book by Its Cover, and as yet another celebration of that phenomenon I’d like to share with you a truly hideous cover I came across online the other day:

Kristin Lavransdatter - fugged
Kristin Lavransdatter – fugged

Oh no they di’nt! Why would someone do this? Here we have Sigrid Undset’s Kristin Lavransdatter, one of the best novels ever, and a Nobel Prize winner to boot, and this is the cover they choose for it? It’s an outrage! I mean, judging by this extremely cheesy cover, a potential reader would be right to expect to find several mentions of “heaving bosoms” and “quivering loins” in the book. It also makes Undset’s very thoroughly researched period novel look like the kind of trashy wanna-be medieval romance in which the villain is anachronistically portrayed as a viking. 

Which is so not the case with Kristin Lavransdatter. In fact, if you haven’t read it yet, you need to go do so immediately. A lengthy, yet riveting novel (consisting of three parts: “The Wreath”, “The Wife”, and “The Cross”), the book is perfect for a summer vacation, so the timing couldn’t be better.

“And I’ve mostly been lit from behind”

June 23, 2009 at 6:16 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

Ecstatic after having finished my exam yesterday (and it went really well!), I’m now allowing myself a week off from studies, before I start working on my thesis, and I hope to be able to catch up on my blogging during this week – these past few weeks have left me little time to do that because I’ve been so busy and stressed out.  

And here’s something I thought you might enjoy: Bloggasm has managed to get an interview with the creator of the Literal Video Version of the “Total Eclipse of the Heart” that I posted a couple of weeks ago. An interesting read! I’m already looking forward to David Scott’s take on Air Supply.

Top 5: Favourite Opera Dagger Scenes

June 16, 2009 at 1:13 pm | In Gender, Music, Opera, Top 5/Top 10, youtube | 2 Comments

Ok, so this Top 5 may seem way far-fetched, but bear with me here. I wanted to do an entry on the subject of opera, because I haven’t done one of those in ages, and I wanted to do another top 5, but I’m studying for an exam, and this was the first thing that popped into my head.

And when you think about it, it’s not really that far-fetched. There are a lot of daggers in operas. I’d say it’s what kills about 60% of all opera characters. In fact, if I were to make a graph of opera deaths, I imagine that it would look something like this:

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And it’s no wonder that librettists are so fond of daggers, really. A dagger is an easy prop to carry around stage, it may be aesthetically pleasing with its blade flashing in the stage light, and one might say that the dagger is the opera version of Chekhov’s Gun: You just know that someone’s going to be bleeding to death from a stab wound later on if a dagger is shown or mentioned at some point in an opera.

And thus I would say that it’s justifiable to make a top 5 of my five favourite dagger moments in operas:  

5. The Foreshadowing Dagger – Macbeth: “Mi si affacia un pugnal?”
“Is this a dagger which I see before me?” - probably one of the most famous literary mentions of a dagger, featured here in Verdi’s opera based on Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Macbeth is still debating whether or not to take his wife’s advice and kill King Duncan in the name of ambition, as he suddenly seems to see a dagger floating before him, urging him on. The ghostly dagger is a foreshadowing both of the murder that Macbeth will later commit and of the hauntings that he will experience subsequently (by the ghost of Banquo and by his own conscience both). Macbeth is not my favourite opera, but the music here is very appropriately dramatic and hectic:

4. The Jealousy Dagger -Wozzeck: “Dort links geht’s in die Stadt”
The dagger scene in Wozzeck is related to other opera jealosy dagger scenes, such as the final scene in Carmen, where (SPOILER!!1!!) Don José stabs Carmen to death. But I chose this one because it’s a got such a singularly eerie atmosphere. The entire opera is eerie, just as the original play by Georg Büchner is, and in every scene you get that feeling that there is something dreadful and horrible lurking just around the corner. In this scene, it’s the dagger, and you kind of know that it’s coming: Wozzeck is a poor soldier who has only one thing to live for: His beloved wife Marie and their little son. But alas, Marie has been fooling around with the flashy donjuan the Drum Major, who even has the nerve to ridicule Wozzeck as the two share a scene together. “Better a knife in my body than your hands on me” Marie says spitefully, as Wozzeck confronts her with his suspicion. Famous last words…

 

3. The Suicide Dagger – Otello: “Niun mi tema”
Another jealous husband, yet a completely different use of the dagger. I’ve included this one because it always manages to come as a bit of a surprise for me. We’re at the ending of Otello where the title character has just strangled his wife Desdemona to death in the belief that she has been unfaithful to him with the handsome Cassio. Only too late is he informed that the whole thing was a scheme orchestrated by Otello’s vicious ensign Iago, and that Desdemona was innocent. Otello is crushed as he finds out about this, and the music turns solemn like a funeral march as he bids the pale, tired, mute, and beautiful Desdemona goodbye. It’s easy to get the impression that the opera is over now, and that there’ll be no more drama. That is, until suddenly there’s a crescendo, and Otello draws a dagger…



2. The Who-Will-It-Be? Dagger – Rigoletto: “Ah! Piu non ragiono!”
This is probably the most suspenseful opera dagger scene I can think of. In the scene, the hitman Sparafucile is preparing to kill the Duke, whom he’s been hired to kill by Rigoletto, who wants to avenge his daughter Gilda’s loss of virtue to the womanizing nobleman. However, things start to go amiss  as Sparafucile’s wanton sister Maddalena has developed an elaborate crush on the Duke and tries to talk Sparafucile into sparing his life and killing Rigoletto instead. To make things worse, Gilda, who’s still madly in love with the Duke, shows up at Sparafucile’s door and overhears Sparafucile saying that if someone were to knock on their door before midnight, he’d agree to kill that person instead of the Duke. As midnight approaches and a thunder storm rages, a terrible plan forms in Gilda’s head…

 What’s so great about the scene is that even if you’ve never seen the opera before you just know that by the end of the scene someone will be stabbed with a dagger and killed, and the suspense rises along with the crescendo of the storm depicting the music: Will Sparafucile kill the Duke? Or will Rigoletto be the victim? Or will Gilda sacrifise herself for her heartless seducer? The explosive auditory effects of the thunder storm makes for a horrifying on-scene stabbing; you can almost feel the sensation of blood mixing with rainwater as the dagger penetrates the victim’s drenched skin at the end of the scene… Gruelling, wonderfully so!

1. The Penetration Dagger – Tosca: “Questo è il bacio di Tosca!”
In Catherine Clement’s book Opera or the Undoing of Women, Clement recounts the anecdote of a young woman, an opera newbie, who went to see Tosca and returned saying that the ending was wonderfully feminist – that it was so great that Tosca got away with the murder of Scarpia. The explanation was, of course, that the woman had mistaken the second act for the last one, which is an easy mistake to make, really. The outcome of the second act with the death of Scarpia seems like such an appropriate ending, not least because of the dagger. Most of the second act has been like a foreplay from Hell, with Scarpia terrorizing Tosca by making her listen to her boyfriend Mario’s screams of agony from the adjacent torture chamber, and finally Scarpia forcing Tosca to have sex with him in exchange for Mario’s life. So you could say that the entire act is embued with the anticipation of a penetration, climaxing as Scarpia, having obtained Tosca’s reluctant consent, rushes to embrace her. What he doesn’t realize at this point is that Tosca has fetched a dagger from his dinner table and is preparing for an entirely different kind of penetration…
This would have been a feminist ending to the story, indeed! But then we would have missed out on the entire third act.

Here is the scene in the 1976 movie version with Kabaivanska, Milnes, and Domingo, which was the first Tosca I ever saw:

From the Blogroll: Judge a Book by its Cover

June 6, 2009 at 6:16 pm | In From the Blogroll, Gender, Internet Findings, Literature, Pop Culture, youtube | Leave a Comment

One of my favourite websites in the snarky category is Judge a Book by its Cover. The blogger is a librarian, Maughta, sometimes joined by her husband and her friend, blogger BikerPuppy, and the concept of the blog is to snark on ugly, trashy or corny book covers that Maughta comes across. It’s very well executed, and the blog is an extremely fun read that I recommend to everyone who has ever judged a book by its cover and had fun in the process.

My favourite part of the blog is easily the brilliant weekly installment Phallic Phriday. Maughta and her friends have a keen eye for phalluses and they show no mercy when they pounce on trashy illustrators’ shameless use of the figure. Here’s a classic example. And here’s what I believe is the most disturbing use of the phallus in a cover illustration you’ll ever see.

In honour of Judge a Book, I thought I’d do my own little spot-the-phallus game here on this blog, by posting the fabulous opening credits for the 1980’s hit soap opera Dynasty:

 

See if you can count how many phalluses are featured in the credits! There’s at least one per male character. The most grossly obvious example is probably the foaming champagne bottle that appears behind Gordon Thomson (who played the devious Adam Carrington), but John Forsythe (Blake Carrington) also gets his share of phalluses – I actually lost count of the erect oblong shapes appearing along with his likeness!

Gold Dust in Our Fencing Masks – Literal Video Version of “Total Eclipse of the Heart”

June 5, 2009 at 1:48 pm | In Internet Findings, Music, Pop Culture, youtube | Leave a Comment

The same friend who directed my attention to the Literal Video Version, which I loved, just sent me a link to another one of those brilliant things: This time a literal video version of Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart”.

Delightful! The original video really was in desperate need of a literal video version, even more so than the A-Ha video, what with the random ninjas and weird glowing eyes. Drinking wine – douchebags, indeed.

Gold Dust in Our Hands

June 3, 2009 at 8:17 pm | In Fandom, Music, youtube | Leave a Comment

Scarcely had I returned from Syria and returned to every day life before something awesome happened: My friend J. and I managed to get tickets for Tori Amos’ concert performance at the Copenhagen Opera in September! I am so excited about this that I thought I’d share my joy here at the blog. There are a few contemporary musicians who can get me as worked up as opera composers, and Tori Amos is one of those musicians. I *heart* her.

I discovered her three years ago when I was staying in a friend’s apartment while she was out of the country and had been told to help myself to her CD collection. I found Songs from the Choir Girl Hotel there, and Scarlet’s Walk and quickly started exploring her other works, among these her cover album Strange Little Girls which I’ve written about previously, and I’m still amazed by her range and talent, both as a singer and as a songwriter. 

Can’t wait for September! In the meantime, here she is in a live performance of ”Gold Dust”:

Syrian Impressions II – Palmyra

June 2, 2009 at 11:54 am | In Photos, Travelling | Leave a Comment

A few more snapshots from my trip to Syria: this time from our day-trip to Palmyra.

If you’re ever in Damascus, you should really make sure to take a short trip to Palmyra. A two-and-a-half hour-long drive through the stony desert will get you there, and you can even hire a cab to drive you if you’re feeling luxurious or just wary of bus rides - taxis are unbelievably cheap in Syria, and the drivers are fairly sensible and service-minded. A deserted ancient Roman situated in an palm-tree oasis, Palmyra is an incredible sight. We arrived there in the evening, and went up to this beautiful old castle to watch the sun set over the stone desert:

Palmyra sunset - and tourists busses

Palmyra sunset - and tourists busses

When I first saw how this photo had turned out, I was somewhat annoyed that I’d managed to include the not-so-aesthetically pleasing tourist busses in the picture. But to be honest,  the picture is pretty true to the actual experience. While the sunset was beautiful, the place was chock-full of tourists, and that cheapened the experience somewhat. Not least beacuse the tourists attracted a herd of local salesmen who were much more aggressive than the ones we’d met in Damascus.

But we stayed the night in a hotal in Palmyra, having decided to follow Lonely Planet’s advice and get up early in the morning to see the sun rise over the Roman ruins. We got up at 4.30 the next morning and staggered sleepily into the ruins, expecting to find as many tourists and salesmen as the night before crowding the place. But lo and behold, we had the place all to ourselves! And I think it’s probably one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen; Palmyra in that pale blue morning light…

Ruins. And the moon.

Ruins. And the moon.

…the moon still hovering over the ruins….
Sunrise

Sunrise

 …while the sun rose in the horizon, phramed by ancient pillars…

Ruins - The Boyfriend poses

Ruins - The Boyfriend poses

 …The Boyfriend who is a big fan of the ancient Romans and thus was like a kid in a candy store the whole time we were there, bless his heart…

The view from one of the towers of the ruins
View from the tower

…the one tower that was so well-preserved that you could still mount its stairs and get to the top and which lent us the stunning panoramic view of the old city, betraying the infra-structure and inspiring in us an How the Mighty Fall-ish kind of feeling… 

Palmyra camel
Palmyra camel

…And finally, just to get our feet back on the ground, this cute, laid-back camel we encountered on our way back to the hotel, when the heat was starting to get insufferable.

Syrian Impressions

May 24, 2009 at 6:36 pm | In Photos, Travelling | Leave a Comment
Okay, so one week turned into two weeks, and then some. I returned from Syria last weekend, but I’ve got an exam coming up, and I’ve been so busy catching up on my studying since I’ve been back.

And I still have a lot of studying to do. My initial intention was to write one or more essays about my trip to post here, because Syria was really a life-altering experience for me, but what with my busy exam schedule and all, you’ll have to do without my self-indulgent (”self-indulgent”? Let’s hope I’m more eloquent at my upcoming exam…) self-absorbed ramblings. Instead, I’m posting some pictures:

The Danish Institute

The Danish Institute

The Danish Institute where our friend worked. Court yards are big in Damascus, but this one is one of the most famous and most well-restored. I loved the fountain and the mosaic, and the yard was made even more heavenly by the fact that only a few walls seperated it from the dusty, chaotic souq where the Institute is situated, and yet the yard was somehow always a tranquil, quiet place.

Damascus souq

Damascus souq

What’s a souq, you ask? The souqs are roofed bazaars. You can see an example at the picture above. The salesmen were eager to sell, of course, but they were also very polite, like pretty much every Syrian I met, so there was a pleasant, albeit hectic atmosphere in the souqs. I bought a lot of scarves.

The Umayyad Mosque

The Umayyad Mosque

I’ve been told that the Umayyad Mosque is the third most important mosque in the world! Built way back in the year 751, and housing the relic of Saint John’s skull (Saint John being an important prophet to Islam), it was indeed an impressive sight. As in all of the Damascus mosques I had to wear a hooted frock to cover my hair, and both men and women were to remove their shoes before entering the sacred place. The picture was taken in the mosque yard.

The Barber of Damascus

The Barber of Damascus

From the sacred grounds of a mosque to a more prosaic site: Here’s a Damascus barber, and The Boyfriend’s and my friend M. getting a Syrian shave.

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