Leila Schayegh Musica Fiorita 24

Leila Schayegh violin [Andrea Guarneri, 1675. Bow by Eduardo Gorr, 2015] Musica Fiorita Germán Echeverri, Katharina Heutjer, violins Für ihre großzügige Unterstützung danken wir Lola Fernández, viola Klaus und Irene Endress. Jonathan Pešek, cello Marco Lo Cicero, violone Der Heilig Kreuz Kirche Binningen gebührt Rafael Bonavita, archlute, Baroque guitar unser innigster Dank für die Nutzung der Kirche. Juan Sebastián Lima, theorbo, Baroque guitar Franziska Fleischanderl, psaltery dd, ls Joan Boronat Sanz, harpsichord Daniela Dolci harpsichord & direction 24 Recorded in Binningen (Heilig Kreuz Kirche), Switzerland, in August 2018 Engineered and produced by Stefano Albarello Executive producers: Daniela Dolci, Michael Sawall (note 1 music) Design: Joachim Berenbold Cover photos: Marco Borggreve | Photos of the recording sessions: Susanna Drescher © 2019 note 1 music gmbh Antonio Vivaldi (1678-1741) 1 Sonata in D minor op. 1 no 12, La Follia [rv 63] 9:52 Le Quattro Stagioni op. 8 nos 1-4 Concerto in E major, La Primavera [rv 269] 2 Allegro 3:43 3 Largo e pianissimo sempre 2:35 4 Allegro. Danza pastorale 3:56 Concerto in G minor, L’Estate [rv 315] 5 Allegro non molto 5:51 6 Adagio e piano – Presto e forte 2:26 7 Presto 2:41 Concerto in F major, L’Autunno [rv 293] 8 Allegro 5:18 9 Adagio molto 1:47 10 Allegro 2:55 Concerto in F minor, L’Inverno [rv 297] 11 Allegro non molto 3:52 12 Largo 1:54 13 Allegro 3:29 14 Andante ( Ciaccona ) from Violin Concerto in D major [rv 222] 3:55 Leila Schayegh & Musica Fiorita 4 5 vivaldi – the four seasons vivaldi – the four seasons life throughout the four seasons in all their facets. In In the crushing summer heat, one finds but a shallow lagers secretly trade whispers behind their hands – you addition to the joy of nature, we also hear therein the breath and scarce cooling, even at night. As the dan - know, he’s not otherwise doing so well either ... The second Antonio Vivaldi worries and fears of the people. Vivaldi’s music ger of forest fire rises and the pines glow, cuckoo, drunk is already roaring up, threateningly at first, only appears to delve much further into detail than its dove and goldfinch call delphically out of the forest. to reveal his jolly and reckless side shortly thereafter. The Four Seasons original sonnets and thus opens up a wide range of The shepherd, whom we already know from spring, He actually manages to clamber up onto one of the possibilities to colourfully paint out the outlined no longer fares so well: he fears for his herd and his pub’s roof beams, drunk as a lor d! The whole crowd scenes while listening and playing them. An acoustic life during a violent storm. Not far from him, the cheers and cheers for him. With one last hiccough, he Even as a child, I loved the four seasons. Not Vivaldi’s, cinema of sorts thus arose in my mind and I would farmer worries about his harvest as the whipping rain falls asleep as the party noisily carries on below. no, the real spring, summer, autumn and winter. In like to share it with you. bends the ears of wheat in the fields. The night’s peace finally returns and the images spring, the despised wool socks finally stayed in the Even the midday nap is no longer as idyllic as it of the day flicker and waver through blurred dreams... wardrobe; I always eagerly awaited that moment in 2 was a mere fortnight before: mosquitoes buzz intru - An early day watch is announced for the follow - the late morning when you could safely leave your sively and, every now and then, you try to scare away ing morning. Subdued greetings echo through the jacket hanging on its hook outside the classroom. In Spring arrives at last! Fresh green blossoms all about, the annoying beasts in half sleep; you sweat while the cool early air – Ciao Bepp o! Eh, Giovann i! – before set - summer, endless swimming, juicy berries and apricots the birds engage in song competitions, the last snow thunder rumbles and draws ever closer. ting off to the hunt. Shots roar, but the game clever ly beckoned. I could always celebrate my birthday out - melts and feeds the rivulets, which in higher altitudes Suddenly a thunderstorm is upon you and, with - darts about and suddenly vanishes into the thickets. side and looked forward to the mountains, preferably emerge directly from the meadow and flow in a gentle in all but a brief instant, soaked clothing grips your The hunters relent, their fever rises, and they finally there where they could be mistaken for a lunar land - murmur over grass and stones. The birds startle at skin and you shiver all over, hoping that lightning will succeed in shooting down a deer. It can only muster scape. Whenever I grew tired of the summer heat, the first weak and distant thunderstorm while people not strike the very tree under which you have sought one final tremor before breathing its last breath and autumn was sure to follow, with its steel-blue sky and rejoice at the warmer temperatures. shelter. As violently as the storm has come, so the hunters happily drag their prey home. cool morning air, more cutting than spring, and, The shepherd naps in the sun, while his dog – abruptly it moves onwards, its thunder fading in the towards the end of the year, carrying with it the smell taken with his own importance as long as his master distance. 1 of the first snow. When it was finally there, I rejoiced sleeps – barks himself hoarse at the unimpressed at the magical silence of the falling flakes, the black sheep a mere few metres on. 4 During the winter, I constantly have to remember and white silhouetted landscape, the scent of candles The locals gather on the meadow for a picnic that in the 18th century, the so-called Little Ice Age and the comforting feeling of being able to retreat to with the nymphs. The latter are shy, but also capri - Autumn begins with the harvest festival and the new prevailed. The biting cold makes you stiff and mute the warmth to beat the cold. cious, and always float a hair’s breadth above the wine flows in abundance. Spirits are high and relieved, as humidity penetrates all the way to your bones. The Was the childlike joy at the change of seasons in ground. While everyone dances together, jealousy for, in spite of the storms, enough harvest could be wind may not always blow loudly, but bitingly, whip - Vivaldi’s times just as great? Certainly, but life was may crop up here and there, but fortunately, its haze brought in! The first drunkard, however, tips over ping about the tiny icy snowflakes it ensnared. The also very hard, especially for the lower classes, shep - soon again dissipates. from merriment into belligerence: the others either only thing that truly helps is to stomp your feet hard, herds and farmers. Vivaldi’s programmatic sonnets, back down defensively or try to mediate before the and yet, not a word can escape through your clatter - upon which the Quattro Stagioni are based, describe 3 man eventually falters and finally collapses. The vil - ing teeth. 6 | english english | 7 vivaldi – the four seasons vivaldi – the four seasons Finally back in your warm abode, the fire crackles The Follia – the last trio sonata from Vivaldi’s as the rain pelts against the crown glass windows and op. 1 – and the Ciaccona from the Concerto rv 222 the strong grappa coffee warms you up from the enframe our year-long cycle. Both pieces are based on inside. While your back is facing away from the fire a so-called ostinato , a bassline that plays itself over and still slightly chilled, your face glows in the heat of and over. The upper voices always invent new vari- the crackling flames. ations atop it, in all imaginable colours and feelings. You are soon ready to venture onto the icy Playing a Ciaccona or Follia (Italian for folly) is always canals and rivers. You carefully, ever so carefully, put great fun, especially if you’ve known your fellow one foot before the other. Will the ice hold? As confi - musicians for years – as in our case – and can play the dence waxes, we reach the middle of the water, where notes at each other like throwing ball. May our joy of the ice is thickest, and happily slide around there - playing fully unfurl in the listeners’ ears! upon. But we failed to consider March is already upon us (the rain in the second movement!) and the Leila Schayegh end of winter is indeed drawing near: sure enough, (Basel, 11 March 2019, the day on which it first rained hard, the ice begins to buckle! A crevice opens and the run - then lightened and thundered, and finally snowed) ners attempt to flee in terror, falling over backwards, Translation: Lindsay Chalmers-Gerbracht to the safe shore… Spring begins to assert itself as the tepid Scirocco blows in from one direction, yet the sharp Borea still counters from the other. Despite all the hardship, the last sonnet closes with the words: “This is winter – but what joy it brings!” 5 We thoroughly enjoyed thinking up these stories and telling them together musically. It is thanks to Daniela Dolci that old means of baroque theatre could find their way into this recording: the opera composer Vivaldi pervades the four concerts, so it was irresistible to include the well-tried clay pigeons Leila Schayegh and thunder sheets.

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