Saturday, November 11, 2023
We all have a countertenor in our mind
FORGOTTEN IS NOT LOST
https://jacquescoulardeau.medium.com/forgotten-is-not-lost-36a31b4c2526
“Culture
is what you remember when you have forgotten everything.” Then this CD is the
most cultural CD in the world because it takes my first sentence, this classic
motto in France, and probably other places just front-side-back, and then “Culture
is what you have retrieved from what you had forgotten in your own life.” And I
must say it is a good thing Philippe Jaroussky has retrieved these arias from
what our “culture” had forgotten to remember and decided to forget.
These
arias had been composed for castratos, but castratos had been expurgated at the
end of the 18th century and in the 19th century and had been replaced by bel
canto tenors in Italy and Wagnerian tenors in Germany. I guess they had been
replaced by sopranos or mezzo-sopranos from time to time in these last two
centuries, rather mezzo-sopranos because many of these arias have some lower
notes that are not exactly in a soprano’s pitch. And that will be your surprise
since Philippe Jaroussky goes down to these notes that are more tenor or
baritone. He had used that ability to shift pitch in some concerts, but that
was humorous. This time it is fundamental and it gives some depth and even
sombreness to the music, and the singing, the father he incarnates in the last
piece, the fatherly figure he would like to be with his lover before leaving
for the war but he finds it difficult to impersonate such a figure because he
knows he will die in this war.
How
do you know you are going to die in the war you are sent to? Easy does it!
Soldiers on any side of any war are always cannon fodder, corned human meat for
the vultures high in the sky who will pick the best morsels when the fighting is
finished. No one will complain since no pension will be attached to this victim
of the patriotic war, because a war is always patriotic.
Enjoy
the music, the singing, the words and their meaning, and remember it will all
be forgotten next time around. No war, and no love actually too, is eternal.
The end is programmed in the beginning, just like death is programmed in anyone’s
birth. Happy are the great travelers, provided they can come back. We never
remember the dead except when we remember their death with chrysanthemums on
the day after Halloween, and all these dead people we remember one day a year
are far from all being saints.
Éditions
La Dondaine, Medium.com, 2023