Infernal Violins

Angele Dubeau & La Pieta: Infernal Violins (Jan04) – I heard Danse Macabre from this cd on the car radio summer of 2003 & had to have more by Angele. I found the cd on sale at HMV after Xmas that year. A double set – one of the music, the other is videos & concert clips (that I may never have watched.)boots

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The selection lives up to the title – infernal. The sound quality is pristine – almost as if the microphone is in the bow of the violin at time. Her playing is emotional, energetic (when called for) and at times transporting. The material runs from Offenbach to Jagger. That’s right, like many classical players she can’t resist tackling pop music. Here it a combo of Paint It Black/Sympathy For The Devil & it is great fun. (Not as much fun as Nigel Kennedy tackling Jimi Hendrix though.) kidshoes

shoes on ice

On the shelf this is followed by Weekend Classics: Famous Operatic Duets (Aug95). I wasn’t much of an opera fan back in the 90’s – but in ‘95 I had recently heard the duet from the Pearl Fishers on the car radio, then spotted this on sale .99 ! at Sam’s. I saw this duet on it & bought it. blackshoes

shoes in the shadow

Weekend Classics was a cheapie series of compilations from London. Cuts were from the 50’s & 60’s & repackaged for quick sale. Here there are duets from La Boheme & others. It makes a nice introduction to opera. Though I probably couldn’t tell an aria from Tosca from one from La traviata; or discern between Joan Sutherland and Renata Tebaldi (nor care to learn how to).



Bev patted the soil on the last of the seeds. Oriaha had found the seeds under the floor boards of the ruined barn. They might not have even know that ruin was there if the pond hadn’t suddenly dried up. “Time for a new well, I spose.” Oriaha had said after he saw the mucky ground turn to hard dry clay over the summer. “Could be,” Bev had replied secretly glad the the evil smelling pond was  gone. They had ignored the pond bed over the winter but once spring had come and no new water flowed in to fill it Oriaha called on Trinket Annie, the dowser, who found them a good clean spring not too far from the house. This one was to the east. Bev knew the east brought good new energy. The old pond at the north end of the land was in the place of endings. It was one day in late April when she first saw the outlines of something in the dried muck. She got out her trusty broom and began sweeping away till she struck the floorboards. “Sure’nf musta been Old Rev Geddis barn. Knew it wh’round here somewhere.” “Boards could be good for sum’thing, don’t you think?” “Well, Bev they’ve bin un’erwater too long so’s they’d be rottened clear through I spect.” “Can’t hurt to give a look.” She stooped down and began to pull gently at one of the boards. It gave way and sent her with a loud thump to her butt. “Guess they’s settled in there.” “Oh, don”t you laugh at me, Oriaha Dankiels. Give me a hand.” That’s when they found the old chest. Sealed as tight as a drum with wax. Held down by the weigh of the lock. The lock gave way with one good blow of the hoe. It was filled with glorious golden seeds. “Looks like hay of some sort.” “I spose,” Oriaha ran his fingers through the hulls. “Let’s try’em over in the south pasture.’ “Good idea.” The seeds seemed happy to be in the light, to be out from under the water and the muck of so many years. “Musta a been down there over 100 years.” “Think they’ll still gown?” “Caint hurt to try.” Bev stepped back to survey the first neat row. They were only going to try one row so see what they seeds might be. Not even Trinket Annie recognized what they were. boot03

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