Mister Eclectic (howeird) wrote,
Mister Eclectic

At Long Last, the search is over

bigcatroary will possibly find this amusing, or at least anecdotal. At his wedding I met his bride's sister, and we hit it off well enough for said sister to invite me to spend my birthday week with her in Boston. A friend of hers came over to help finish of a fifth of Scotch I'd brought as a gift, a stunning redhead in leather, who taught early music at a local college, maybe Boston U. Friend was attached, which was okay because I had the hots for sister of the bride and this was before it was clear the feeling was not mutual. I'm not sure if sister or friend or both sang this song that evening, or if I heard it at a concert sister took me to, but some time during my trip I heard this witty song of lust at an early music concert. I have been hunting for it ever since. To give you an idea how long ago that was, bigcatroary has been married two more times.

Shortly after I returned home i tried to find a copy of this song, but this was before the web, and all Usenet could tell me is it was done in concert, but never recorded, by Blossom Dearie.

For no reason whatsoever, I did a search for it tonight, and found the lyrics, and a CD by a Blossom Dearie cover singer in Oz who has recorded it. I probably won't be buying that CD because the sample clip of the song didn't impress me, but it's an easy tune.

The Pro Musica Antiqua
(From a Julius Monk Revue ca.1955)

I'll sing you a song of the Cloisters if you hark.
I'll sing of the Cloisters in Fort Tryon Park.
Where I used to go in the month of June
To listen to the riddle of an ancient tune
At a concert given in the afternoon
By the Pro Musica Antiqua, the Pro Musica Antiqua
The Pro Musica, the Pro Musica, the Pro Musica Antiqua.

It was at precisely such a recital I recall
That I met a young man, like an oak tree, straight and tall.
As we sat there together, and we spoke no word
As within our hearts ---Ah, something stirred
As we listened there to Buxtehude, Purcell and Byrd
At the etc.

He invited me to his flat
For a cup of tea and a chat.
For he said he had a batch of recordings to play
Of Dufy and Dupres, so what could I say, but "Yes"!
What a fool I was to go.
What an idiot from tippy-top to toe.
For behind that face and charming smile
Lay a motive base and a manner vile.
What a fool I was to go!
But how could I nonny nonny nonny know?

Well he took me up to his flat as he had said
And he locked the door and he sat on his great double bed
And he looked at me with eyes that lied
And I knew when I saw that look in his eye
That he had no recordings of Dupres and Dufy
From the etc.

Well there I stood. I was rooted in my place.
As I viewed with dread my deceitful lover's face.
For I knew from the lovesick look in his eye,
He could lay me low with a single sigh
Well he laid me low...and he laid me high
At the etc.

Now if you go to concerts on the grass
And you're overfond of Gabrielli brass
Or a gay Bonsel, Beware! Beware!
Of what may come to pass.
Of what may come to pass.

Now the sound of a consort of viols makes me ill,
And the lute and the zither make me sicker still.
And every morning at the crowing of the cocks
I wash my face and I comb my locks
And I brush my teeth and I put a pox
On the etc.

Now maidens take fair warning from my tale.
Beware! Beware of the music-loving male.
You can go to the Cloisters if you choose
And seek enchantment in the muse
But I hate to tell you what you might lose
At the etc.

Sister took me to a solo concert by a friend of hers, I think it was the SO of the friend. Either harpsichord or classical guitar. In either case, very pretty music. So pretty that I fell asleep.


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