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ambreoz christophejodet PURCELL
Depuis son étape de création au Théâtre National de Bordeaux Aquitaine en décembre 2015, le duo enregistre régulièrement chaque morceau de son répertoire, soit en concert, soit dans des lieux insolites ou dans l’espace et le studio de création de la compagnie, chaque lieu éclairant un peu plus le dispositif et ses ressources musicales. Ces occasions renouvelées alimentent un travail de réflexion qui affine les intentions et dessine de plus en plus clairement la direction artistique. Se constitue peu à peu un matériel de démo en constante croissance, à destination des agents, tourneurs, labels et opérateurs susceptibles de collaborer à cette création sonore en accompagnant la diffusion du concert désormais mûr pour la rencontre avec les publics et l’enregistrement d’un disque.
Oh Solitude my sweetest choice – Z406
The text of O solitude was drawn by Purcell from three verses of Katherine Philips’s skilful translation of ‘La solitude’ by Antoine Girard de Saint-Amant (1594–1661). Philips, who died of smallpox in 1664, was one of the most popular poets of Purcell’s youth, and the theme of this poem (published in Philips’s Poems of 1667) had a personal appeal to her for, despite having literary friends in London, most of her life was lived in relative seclusion in Denbighshire. Purcell’s setting may date from around 1684/5, and is based on twenty-eight repetitions of a ground bass – the same one on which he had based the delicious symphony to the anthem In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust. Over this hypnotic bass Purcell illustrates the visionary text with the most ravishing melody, covering the regularity of the bass with overlapping vocal phrases and wonderful harmonic variety. Word-painting abounds: ‘O solitude’ recurs throughout the song, set with a selection of desolately falling intervals, ‘restless’ meanders in its melisma, ‘today as fresh and green’ optimistically rises through the scale, the harmony of ‘their hard fate’ turns marvellously, ‘woes’ droop and ‘as only death can cure’ drops to the bottom of the voice. O solitude is one of Purcell’s masterpieces. from notes by Robert King © 2003