Hi there, Tune-Up fans. Yankette here. It was an absolute monster of a week, with long, long days and very little sleep. So I am doing as little as possible this weekend. It’s cool and rainy here today so I am spending the day holed up in my apartment playing geeky board games in my PJs. Then I’m going to a best friend’s house for dinner. I may or may not be spending the rest of the weekend doing some combination of napping, staring off into space, and reading. I’m only leaving the house if provoked. Here is a nice, mellow song to accompany the nice, mellow activities you’ll be getting up to this weekend. “I think I’ve come a long, long way to sit before you here today.”
Month: January 2014
Funk Friday: “Swamp Funk,” Stupid Human
StandardGod bless whatever twisted YouTube algorithm it was that brought me to the band Stupid Human. I simply can’t get enough of the baseline, so I’m glad there’s more than seven minutes of it. Happy Friday and get on down and do the do, jive turkeys.
Throwback Thursday: “J’ai vu le loup,” Anon.
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To balance out yesterday’s, oh, slightly intense Song of the Day, let’s throw on an old dance track from France. And when I say “old dance track,” I mean a dance-like song with its origins in medieval France. I honestly don’t know how old this piece is, or who wrote it, or where, or why, which, as you can imagine, deeply annoys your Yankette. Be that as it may, I do know the lyrics are probably allegorical. The song is a story, told in the first person, of chancing upon a wolf, a fox, and a rabbit (or sometimes a weasel) having a grand time dancing, singing, and drinking. Some sources say that the wolf, fox, and rabbit represent the king, the lord (i.e. the lord whose land you worked on as a serf), and the church. (I hope you know how much it pains me, as an analyst, to write the essentially meaningless phrase “some sources say,” but it’s the best I got. If you, gentle reader, have any further information, I would be incredibly grateful.)
English words below!
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J’ai vu le loup, le renard, le lièvre,
J’ai vu le loup, le renard cheuler.
C’est moi-même qui les ai rebeuillés.
J’ai vu le loup, le renard, le lièvre,
C’est moi-même qui les ai rebeuillés.
J’ai vu le loup, le renard cheuler.
J’ai ouï le loup, le renard, le lièvre,
J’ai ouï le loup, le renard chanter.
C’est moi-même qui les ai rechignés,*
J’ai ouï le loup, le renard, le lièvre,
C’est moi-même qui les ai rechignés,
J’ai ouï le loup, le renard chanter.
J’ai vu le loup, le renard, le lièvre,
J’ai vu le loup, le renard danser,
C’est moi-même qui les ai revirés,*
J’ai vu le loup, le renard, le lièvre,
C’est moi-même qui les ai revirés,
J’ai vu le loup, le renard danser.
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare
I saw the wolf, the fox drinking
I spied on them myself.
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
I spied on them myself,
I saw the wolf, the fox drinking.
I heard the wolf, the fox, the hare,
I heard the wolf, the fox singing
I imitated them myself.
I heard the wolf, the fox, the hare,
I imitated them myself,
I heard the wolf, the fox singing.
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
I saw the wolf, the fox dancing
I made them dance myself.
I saw the wolf, the fox, the hare,
I made them dance myself,
I saw the wolf, the fox dancing.
Worldly Wednesday: “Nobel,” Touré Kunda
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If you read the news yesterday, you probably saw the following stories:
– Half the population of Bangui, the capital of the Central African Republic, have fled their homes. North of Bangui, an armed Christian militia has surrounded the city of Bozoum, raising fears of a massacre of the city’s Muslim residents. France and the African Union, with the help of U.S. military transport, has sent more than 5,000 troops to bolster an international peacekeeping mission, but so far, efforts have failed to stop the violence.
– An eight-hour firefight between government forces and the Mai Mai Kata Katanga in Lubumbashi, Democratic Republic of Congo, killed at least 26 people. The Mai Mai Kata Katanga are fighting for independence.
– Nigerian gunmen stormed the city of Shonong, in Plateau state, killing at least 30. Violence in Plateau has been going on for years, fueled by land disputes between Muslim Fulani herdsmen and mainly Christian Berom farmers.
– The government of South Sudan appears to be close to recapturing the city of Bor, but peace talks, being held in Ethiopia, continue without a breakthrough.
You know this song. It’s a cover of Phil Collins by the Senegalese band, Touré Kunda. Not to knock Phil Collins, but this version flat-out knocks the wind out of me. It’ll leave it at that.
Termagant Tuesday: “Midnight in Moscow,” Kenny Ball & His Jazzmen
StandardHoly expletives it’s cold. It’s just ridiculously, stupidly, face-freezingly cold. (DC FRIENDS, HEADS UP: If you see a homeless person outside, call this hotline and someone from the UPO will come and get them and take them to a shelter: 1-800-535-7252.) A few years ago, a good friend of mine and her husband were posted to Moscow for one of his foreign services tours, and from what she told me, it’s about as cold in DC now as it was there. To celebrate this truly upsetting occurrence, I give you Kenny Ball & His Jazzmen.
FUN FACT: This is how you say “Oh my God it’s cold” in Russian: “Боже мой, что это холодно.” Got that? What, you need help with Cyrillic? Jeez, needy needy. OK, here it is in our alphabet: “Bozhe moy, chto eto kholodno.” If that helps you get a date, you better tell them who gave you that line.
Modernism Monday: “Sligo Creek,” Al Petteway
StandardIf you’ve seen Ken Burns’s documentary on the history of our national parks, you’ll recognize this piece. Al Petteway is a terrific and talented musician, and I’m thrilled he’s getting more recognition since “National Parks” came out. This piece reminds me of sailing up the wet, dank coast of Newfoundland, whose native music is similar in style to “Sligo Creek.” This is a very good tune to listen to when you need to square your shoulders and face the day. This makes it especially suited for a cold and rainy Monday, be you on the prow of a boat headed to Labrador, or behind the wheel of your car headed to work.
Sacred Sunday: “Hanaq Pachap Kusikuynin,” Juan Pérez Bocanegra
StandardWhere to begin with this piece. There is so much to say. I’ll start with its history. The piece was written in Quechua, an ancient language native to the Andean region in South America, by the Franciscan Pastor Juan Pérez Bocanegra around 1610 and published in 1631. Bocanegra sang and ministered at San Pedro de Andahuaylillas in Cusco, Peru. This piece was meant as a processional hymn to be sung as parishioners entered church. It is originally about 20 minutes long and has twenty or so verses; this version only contains the first two.
I find this piece entirely chilling. First of all, it uses Amerindian words to express European religious concepts set to a European Baroque tune. Second, though it’s a hymn to the Virgin, which would ostensibly sound sweet and calm, this piece is firmly in the Church Militant camp. Yes, it’s a processional, and processionals are supposed to be rhythmic and metrical, but this goes beyond metrical to martial. I think this is fitting, given the context.
By the time this piece was written, the Spanish colonization of the New World had been underway for just about a century. In 1532, Francisco Pizarro and his soldiers ambushed and captured Emperor Atahualpa of the Incas, effectively defeating the mightiest of the indigenous South American empires and easing further Spanish conquest. Ten years later, the Spanish government established the Viceroyalty of Peru, which, until the early 18th century, spanned almost the entirety of the South American landmass save only for Venezuela, which was under a different Viceroyalty, and the eastern half of Brazil, which was under the control of Portugal. This was the second of four such viceroyalties that consolidated and administered Spain’s territories. Control of the land, control of the government, and control of the economy comprise three-quarters of the recipe needed for complete domination – the last quarter is, of course, control of religion. In this, the Catholic Church was masterful.
That is why I find this piece so chilling. Religion has always been one of the strongest influences on society and culture, and as music is a part of culture, this piece is, to me, an audible relic of one civilization’s violent conquest and subjugation of another.
Bocanegra himself was born in Spain, but at some point (and for reasons I can’t find), emigrated to Peru. I can only surmise that he actively chose to put the hymns he wrote into Quechua to encourage conversion. Words and English translation are below. Before I close, I want to be absolutely clear that this is meant in no way to be a dig against the current Catholic Church. All denominations of all religions have done some fairly odious things in the past. Finally, while this recording is perfectly serviceable, I highly recommend finding the one done by Ex Cathedra off their “New World Symphonies” album.
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Hanaq pachap kusikuynin
Waranqakta much’asqayki
Yupayruru puquq mallki
Runakunap suyakuynin
Kallpannaqpa q’imikuynin
Waqyasqayta.
Uyariway much’asqayta
Diospa rampan Diospa maman
Yuraq tuqtu hamanq’ayman
Yupasqalla, qullpasqayta
Wawaykiman suyusqayta
Rikuchillay.
Oh, Joy of heaven
forever adore you,
flowering tree that gives us the Sacred Fruit,
Hope of Humanity,
the strength that sustains me,
yet I still fall.
Keep in mind my veneration
You, guiding hand of God, Mother of God,
Flourishing amancaicito of tender and white wings,
my worship and my tears;
to let Him know this son
places his stock in the Kingdom of Heaven.
Salubrious Saturday: Duet for Two Violins and Orchestra, Steve Reich
StandardI adore Steve Reich. Adore him. He is one of my top ten favorite composers, and has influenced my life enormously. This blog will feature some of his other work later on. There are, however, a fair number of people I know who don’t enjoy Steve Reich at all. (Hi, Mom. Oh hey there, third ex-boyfriend on the left.) It’s more than understandable. There isn’t a discernible melody, for starters, nor an easily explainable rhythm, which leads some to conclude that Reich’s music is pretty pointless. When I play this piece, however, some of them warm up to the idea. (Hi again, Mom. Smell you later, third ex-boyfriend on the left.) Though it keeps to the general Reich-ian aesthetic of repetitive minimalism, it’s also beautifully – and accessibly – lyrical. It sounds like Vaughan Williams’s lark when it was still young and went cruising with its best friend, before it grew up, went to Groton and Yale, got its medical degree, and became an elegant, staid, and entirely boring lark that ate a light dinner and retired early with some Tennyson poems. (Yes, yes, “Better not be at all than not be noble,” good for you.) This piece makes me feel like I just took in a lungful of fresh air on the first day of spring. Speaking of lungfuls of air, I am hoping to go for my first long training run today to prepare for the half-marathon I foolishly signed up for, and perhaps this piece will convince me it’s warmer than 20 degrees outside. Happy Saturday!
P.S. I took the photo in the video in Kiev, Ukraine. What a wacky place, Ukraine. More on that in a later post.
P.P.S. I am of course in no way maligning Groton or Yale. As they say, some of my best friends went to Groton and Yale.
Funk Friday: “You Can’t Be Told,” Valerie June
StandardI worship at the altar of Valerie June. What a fabulously unique voice – so clear and sharp against the growl of the guitars. This song makes me want to be:
a) in a coordinated dance routine with random patrons at a crowded bar, and/or
b) in a slow-motion movie scene in which I, the film’s protagonist, a wise-cracking hitwoman, am walking down a street in a major metropolis dressed in all black. Plus aviators and heels. Natch.
As neither of these things is going to happen, at least not anytime soon and not without a lot of paperwork, I’ll settle for putting this on in the background to help me push through a grouchy Friday afternoon and into a much more fun Friday evening.
Throwback Thursday: Piano Concerto in A Minor, First Movement, Robert Schumann
StandardI first heard this piece on a train, halfway between Germany and Poland. It was the summer before my third year at university, and my father and I were going to be spending two weeks InterRailing around central and eastern Europe. We had freshened our CD collections at a record store (remember those?) near Leipziger Straße the day we were to leave for Warsaw; we had to have plenty of train music for our discmans (discmen? Remember those?). I picked out some dippy movie soundtrack that heavily featured Badly Drawn Boy; my father picked up some Schumann or whatever. (Pff. Old people.) We swapped CDs halfway to Warsaw – I forked over said soundtrack, along with some Louis Prima, and I got this Schumann disc in return. To this day, I can’t think of that specific train trip without hearing this piece. Trying to figure out how to order a sandwich in German from the food cart? Schumann. Regarding the loveliness of pastoral Germany? Schumann. I must’ve listened to it a dozen times over the course of the trip – in Prague, Budapest, on the night train through Slovakia, Dresden – but it’s still lodged in that one particular compartment, as plush and beautiful as the train compartment we sat in.
The beginning of the piece is fantastic – the electric shock of the orchestra’s first chord, followed by the piano almost flinging the melody away before descending down the keyboard to meet back up with the orchestra again. The rest of the piece builds to the last two minutes, starting around 12:22. The melody opens up on the piano until 12:43, when it slowly, slowly, starts getting pushed back into its harness, to ultimately be refocused and unleashed at full gallop at 13:24. The fire is just barely contained, flaring up once or twice before exploding. It’s just exhilarating – an absolutely brilliant use of tempo and dynamics. It is worth noting the specific recording I am using here. I’m not usually this anal but as far as I’m concerned, the only recording of this worth listening to is this one, by Sviatoslav Richter, done in 1958.
This piano concerto was finished in 1845. Here is a short list of what was happening around the world at the same time, to give the piece some context:
- Edgar Allen Poe wrote The Raven
- Texas was granted statehood, becoming the 28th state in the union
- James K. Polk became the 11th President of the United States
- The war between the U.S. and Mexico began
- Blight struck the potato crop in Ireland, thus beginning the Great Famine
- The British Parliament passed the Aberdeen Act, which allowed British naval vessels to search Brazilian ships as part of the abolition of the African slave trade.
Since I will be heading back to work for real tomorrow, nose to grindstone and all that, I needed something to help me focus on the myriad tasks at hand. I’m pretty certain it will do the trick, and I hope it does so for you, too.