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日付が変わって、世の中は七夕。湿度の高い日が続く。今日は梅雨中休みの、晴れにな
りそう。
ピアノを弾くのに、ことしの梅雨は、いつになく重い－－－そう思っているのは自分だけなの
かも知れないけれど。いまはもっぱら scaling。いつのころからか、勝手にそう呼んでいるが、
ここへ書くので念のために辞書（「ジーニアス」）を引いてみた。和英では
音階＝ scale ［Ｃ］［音］（musical scale） ｜play［sing］ scales （練習のために）音階を
奏する［歌う］ ・・・
とあって、英和でも「音階練習をする」という動詞形はない。この辞書で見る限り、scaling な
どと言うのは、自分だけらしい。そういえば、いつか歯科医が助手に、スケーリングお願い、
なとと言っていた。他人の口から初めてこの言葉を聞いたときは、同士になったような気が
したものだ。歯の並び方がキーボードを連想させるのか、それとも歯が滑らかになるように
というつもりなのか。
気分次第で弾いているピアノのことだから、あれこれ言う資格はないが、それにしても指先
にねっとりと張り付くようなあの触感は、集中力を妨げること、いちじるしい。鍵盤を専用の
滑面剤で拭く、指先を石鹸でしっかり洗うなど、対策をとっていること、もちろんである。石
鹸をキチン用のものに代えてみたり、ときには漂白剤を薄めて使ってみたりする。それでも
この時期の解決策にはならない。
もうひとつ昔から気になっているのは、爪。Scaling は緩から急へ、急から緩へと変化させ
る。急というのは、私の場合は、五指を１・２・３・４・５またはその逆順で１秒以内で弾くこと。
これが爪のカチカチ音で、じつに耳障り。プロはどういう爪の切り方をしているんだろうか。
これも聞いてみたいものだ。
梅雨時のべとつき感、爪音。自分から聞いたこともないし、聞えてきたこともない。不思議。
Loreena McKennitt Courtyard Lullaby
Wherein the deep night sky
The stars lie in its embrace
The courtyard still in its sleep
And peace comes over your face.
Come to me, it sings
Hear the pulse of the land
The ocean's rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand.
And when the wind draws strong
Across the cypress trees
The nightbirds cease their songs
So gathers memories.
Last night you spoke of a dream
Where forests stretched to the east
And each bird sang its song
A unicorn joined in a feast
And in a corner stood
A pomegranate tree
With wild flowers there
No mortal eye could see
Yet still some mystery befalls
Sure as the cock crows at morn
The world in stillness keeps
The secret of babes to be born
I heard an old voice say
Don't go far from the land
The seasons have their way
No mortal can understand.
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Loreena McKennitt Greensleeves
1: Alas my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
And I have loved you oh so long
Delighting in your company
Ch: Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who, but my Lady Greensleeves
2: I have been ready at your hand
To grant whatever thou wouldst crave
I have waged both live and land
Your love and goodwill for to have
(Ch)
3: Thy petticoat of sattin white
With gold embroidered gorgeously
Thy petticoat of silken white
And these I bought thee gladly
(Ch)
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Loreena McKennitt The Lady Of Shalott
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers 'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott.
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady Of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
I am half sick of shadows, said
The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode back to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
he flashed into the crystal mirror,
Tirra Lirra, by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
The curse is come upon me, cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to towered Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
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Loreena McKennitt The Old Ways
The thundering waves are calling me home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home to you
On a dark new year's night
On the west coast of Clare
I heard your voice singing
Your eyes danced the song
Your hands played the tune
T'was a vision before me.
We left the music behind and the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
And with sadness you paused.
Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why.
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings
In clouds above.
As you turned to go I heard you call my name,
You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly
The old ways are lost, you sang as you flew
And I wondered why.
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Winamp で J.S.Bach の organ を流している。え？ Marie-Claire Alain ？ ご無沙汰！
表示どおりに写すと、
Sonata No.6 in G Major, Vivace - Bach, Complete Organ Works, Vol.13.
など数曲。さっそくググる。
http://www.transartuk.com/alain/index.htm からメモ。
パリ近郊のサン・ジェルマン・アン・レ（St Germain-en-Laye）生まれ。パリのコンセルヴァト
ワール（Conservatoire National Supérieur）在学中に４つの特別賞を獲得。
レコードとＣＤ２６０枚の中身は
the famous complete works of J.S. Bach, Buxtehude, Bruhns, Böhm, Couperin, Grigny,
Daquin, Pachelbel, Mendelssohn, C. Franck, Jehan Alain, and the concertos of
Poulenc, Handel, J.S. Bach, C.P.E. Bach, Haydn, Mozart and Vivaldi。
各市からは、リューベックのブクステフーデ賞、ブダペストのフランツ・リスト賞、コペンハーゲ
ンのレオニ・ソニング（と読むのかな？）財団音楽賞を受ける。
コロラド州立大学と南メソディスト大学（ダラス）の名誉博士。
フランスではレジョン・ドヌールと Ordre National du Mérite （訳？）
http://elro.rsjp.net/hbd/query.php?from=21&KeyDate=8%2F10&KeyName= からメモ。
誕生日は １９２６年８月１０日（７８歳） とある。
http://www.theorganmag.com/articles/alain.html からメモ。
三回目のバッハ・オルガン全曲集を出したばかり。Martin Anderson とのインタヴュ（時期の
記載なし。かなり詳しい）。