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ANIMOSO MIO DESIRE - 16th-Century Italian Keyboard Favourites (Wilson)
Andrea Antico was a printer from Dalmatia who obtained, through the first Medici Pope, Leo X, a monopoly on printing keyboard music. His 1517 collection of frottole—a quasi-rustic word meaning a deceitful, silly story—contains highly advanced, but textually corrupt arrangements of part-songs for keyboard made by an anonymous musician. This world première recording of the complete Frottole Intabulate incorporates a new edition by harpsichordist Glen Wilson.


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[1] My bold desire
[2] “Loveliest Virgin, wreathed in sunlight and crowned with stars, wherein the Sun itself was pleased to hide its light, love compels me to address Thee — but how shall I commence without Thine aid, and that of Him who lovingly entered Thy womb? If Thou pitiest the extreme misery of humanity, incline Thine ear to my prayer; aid me in my struggles, though I am but dust, and Thou the Queen of heaven. Amen.” (Petrarca)
[3] Grab the rag, scamp / Pretty little bird / The cart is broken and the cows are in trouble
[4] Subdue your beautiful eyes, my lady
[5] Cruel one, flee if you can
[6] She will be mine no more
[7] Ladies, lend me your flour drum, I want to sieve my flour on the Rialto bridge / My lover’s boat sails tonight / Bernardo can’t stand up straight
[8] Love, thou compass of all my faith while you flourished (Petrarca, on the death of Laura)
[9] Sweet anger, sweet disdain, and sweet truces
[10] “What must I do, counsel me, Love; it is time to die, death is delayed beyond endurance. My lady is gone, and has taken my heart with her. (…)” (Petrarca, on the death of Laura)
[11] Tourdion / O dove, singing for love in the steeple / The marquess of Saluzzo
[12] “Cupid was sleeping under a beech tree, exhausted from shooting his arrows at men and gods; it was the lovely green month of May, bedecked with flowers, the time when amorous lamentations are renewed.”
[13] Beautiful flame of love, why have you turned to ice?
[14] I am he whose life became death on that day
[15] What aid, what comfort?
[16] The busy housekeeper / The beautiful French girl / Touch the tube (a bawdy dance)
[17] “There is nothing in this valley but love and peace, where one lies quietly beside clear crystal waters.”
[18] Hear my lament, o heaven, for she hears me not
[19] What will she say when she hears I have ended my life?
[20] The godmother / I am that Duke of Milan
[21] I bathe my face in tears of pain
[22] I want you for my own
[23] So you leave me, out of mere cruelty?
[24] Let me gaze on her once more
[25] The Lombard girl (who reveals her Germanic roots in this Ländler) / Berdolin’s sweetheart
[26] “Heaven and earth are silent, the winds are calm, the birds and beasts have ceased their chatter, Night circles his starry chariot in the sky, the sea lies waveless in its bed; and I watch, think, burn, and lament, while she who disgraced me remains constantly in my mind, to my sweet anguish. I am in a state of war, filled with anger and agony, and only the thought of her brings any kind of peace; (…) and since this martyrdom knows no end, I die a thousand times a day, and am a thousand times reborn.” (Petrarca)
[27] My dying will never die, since it is you who kill me
[28] Sweet lady, if any spark of love remains
[29] What will she do when she hears I have become a monk?
[30] The thread of life is so weak that without someone’s help I will soon die
[31] The stallion Bayard prances / The geese are dancing / Coming from Bologna my shoe pinched
[32] Let her who does not believe the sun warms the earth doubt my love
[33] “I sang merrily while the thought of her nourished my high hopes; now my voice is only good for weeping…” (Castiglione)

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