RenFaire Picture Post + Madrigals!
Today, as you might have noticed, because I've been rambling about it for just about forever, I went to the Maryland Renaissance Festival. There are lots and lots of pictures, and more to come, I'm sure, when I go again to see the Mediaeval Baebes play on September 30th.
The chapel.
Ye Olde Flowre Wreathe Shoppe.
Toni /
sunflwgal, looking fabulous in her new Moresca faerie bodice.
We also saw Sati, but for some reason, I neglected to get a pic of her cool new choli.
Flissy /marinatempest and her adoring hubby, Steve.
Me getting Hennaed.
There was a really hot guy taking the money.
I tried to get a picture, but a redneck stepped in the way.
Stupid redneck.
Abby /tamnonlinear getting her henna.
Her finished tattoo, drying.
And mine.
Archery! Action!Christina!
They gave me a lefty bow, though. This is me trying to work it.
I didn't shoot as well as I regularly do, but I consider that a handicap.
Eh.
Legolas-- step off, bitch.
Women are not property.
Divine right of kings is neither.
Support Galileo.
Copernicus rocks.
Teach the serfs to read.
A man's betters aren't.
Democracy, way of the future.
God is too big for our religions.
Peace or righteousness, your choice.
Question all, honor all.
-- Brother Heretic
Kilts.
Goddamn, I love me some kilted men.
Gorgeous costumes!
This woman, if I remember correctly, was part of the Faire's company.
Today was children's day-- here's a storyteller...
Who was telling a story about snake charmers.
She was demonstrating the role of the snake.
This is my entire bellydance class.
We're like Charlie's Angels, in a way.
Flissy tries au naturel lipstick.
This guy was suave with the crystal balls à la Jareth in Labyrinth.
Well. Isn't he... manly?
We saw Shakespeare's Skum do Romeo & Juliet at the Globe Theatre.
Then ventured on to the White Hart Tavern, for wonderful music.
We saw The Pyrates Royale.
"So, you mean that they didn't set the cow on fire?"
Followed by The Rogues.
Did I mention that men in kilts are kinda hot?
This might be a theme with me.
The pub sing!
The bellydancer performing with Gypsophilia is Kittarina.
She was awesome.
I spent most of her first set going, "god, she looks so familiar."
Turns out she's prominently featured on Crimson Gypsy 's site.
Guh, with the hottness.
Tired, at the end of the day.
I did spend a little bit of money today-- I bought a ring belt and a leather pouch so I didn't have to borrow one anymore, and gorgeous lock-and-key brass earrings. Plus a gypsy skirt in pumpkin orange from Bullseye that will be great for bellydance class. And the food! It was too hot to get dairy products, so the cannoli and the cheesecake on a stake will have to wait. But its time will come.
I am now home, having taken a Carribean-blue bath. I'm watching Shakespeare In Love with the hope that Joseph Fiennes might want to marry me someday. Skyler left me a message from Switzerland to let me know that he did not die en-route. I drove for about 2 1/2 hours today, a goodly amount of it on the highway, and did not die. All is relatively good in my world.
And... because this is severely late for some of you... more tracks of the McDaniel College Madrigals '05-- from our Spring concert.
Download the zip here.
These are taken from a live performance in Spring '05. Sometimes, poems/readings were done prior to the singing-- feel free to skip those. But yes, that's me reading a couple of those. It wasn't my favorite idea, but... eh. And I apologize that the quality isn't sterling all the time-- the space was pretty good for singing, but the recording equipment didn't mesh so well with the acoustics, especially when we sopranos were loud. So it gets metallic/fuzzy sometimes, but there's nothing to be done about it.
Singers: Christina Allen (Soprano I) Wes Bedsworth (Bass), Jessica Bradford (Soprano I), Ryan Brown (Tenor), Tara Callegary (Alto), Rebecca Kincaid (Soprano II), Alexander Meyer-Stokes (Bass), Aria Montgomery (Alto), Lisa Moore (Alto), and Timothy Neeson (Tenor). Directed by Margaret Boudreaux. The recordings these came from and recordings from other years can be obtained for $5 a disc through McDaniel's music department.
Tracks:
"Come Again, Sweet Love" by John Dowland
"Come Sirrah Jack Ho" by Thomas Weelkes (AKA, the tobacco song.)
"Farewell, Dear Love" by Anonymous
"Fine Knacks For Ladies" by John Dowland
"Lbintish Shäläbiyäh" an Arabic levant folksong (This sounds so nice until the tenors near murder it at the end. Ignore that part, pretty-please.)
"Más Vale Trocar" by Juan Del Encino (Spanish.)
"Pastime With Good Company" attributed to King Henry VIII
"Sing We And Chant It" by Thomas Morley
"Tungare" by... I couldn't remember. (It's an arrangement using only one word-- the Australian Aboriginal word for "to sing." The funny here is that we taught the audience to do the clapping, and they kinda sucked at it.)
"Weep O Mine Eyes" by John Bennet
"Yara" an Arabic folksong. (The awesome lyric solo is Lisa Moore, whom I love. You can really hear me clearly on all the moving notes, too.)
Wow, that took forever to put together. To bed with me!
The chapel.
Ye Olde Flowre Wreathe Shoppe.
Toni /
sunflwgal, looking fabulous in her new Moresca faerie bodice.We also saw Sati, but for some reason, I neglected to get a pic of her cool new choli.
Flissy /
marinatempest and her adoring hubby, Steve.Me getting Hennaed.
There was a really hot guy taking the money.
I tried to get a picture, but a redneck stepped in the way.
Stupid redneck.
Abby /
tamnonlinear getting her henna.Her finished tattoo, drying.
And mine.
Archery! Action!Christina!
They gave me a lefty bow, though. This is me trying to work it.
I didn't shoot as well as I regularly do, but I consider that a handicap.
Eh.
Legolas-- step off, bitch.
Women are not property.
Divine right of kings is neither.
Support Galileo.
Copernicus rocks.
Teach the serfs to read.
A man's betters aren't.
Democracy, way of the future.
God is too big for our religions.
Peace or righteousness, your choice.
Question all, honor all.
-- Brother Heretic
Kilts.
Goddamn, I love me some kilted men.
Gorgeous costumes!
This woman, if I remember correctly, was part of the Faire's company.
Today was children's day-- here's a storyteller...
Who was telling a story about snake charmers.
She was demonstrating the role of the snake.
This is my entire bellydance class.
We're like Charlie's Angels, in a way.
Flissy tries au naturel lipstick.
This guy was suave with the crystal balls à la Jareth in Labyrinth.
Well. Isn't he... manly?
We saw Shakespeare's Skum do Romeo & Juliet at the Globe Theatre.
Then ventured on to the White Hart Tavern, for wonderful music.
We saw The Pyrates Royale.
"So, you mean that they didn't set the cow on fire?"
Followed by The Rogues.
Did I mention that men in kilts are kinda hot?
This might be a theme with me.
The pub sing!
The bellydancer performing with Gypsophilia is Kittarina.
She was awesome.
I spent most of her first set going, "god, she looks so familiar."
Turns out she's prominently featured on Crimson Gypsy 's site.
Guh, with the hottness.
Tired, at the end of the day.
I did spend a little bit of money today-- I bought a ring belt and a leather pouch so I didn't have to borrow one anymore, and gorgeous lock-and-key brass earrings. Plus a gypsy skirt in pumpkin orange from Bullseye that will be great for bellydance class. And the food! It was too hot to get dairy products, so the cannoli and the cheesecake on a stake will have to wait. But its time will come.
I am now home, having taken a Carribean-blue bath. I'm watching Shakespeare In Love with the hope that Joseph Fiennes might want to marry me someday. Skyler left me a message from Switzerland to let me know that he did not die en-route. I drove for about 2 1/2 hours today, a goodly amount of it on the highway, and did not die. All is relatively good in my world.
And... because this is severely late for some of you... more tracks of the McDaniel College Madrigals '05-- from our Spring concert.
Download the zip here.
These are taken from a live performance in Spring '05. Sometimes, poems/readings were done prior to the singing-- feel free to skip those. But yes, that's me reading a couple of those. It wasn't my favorite idea, but... eh. And I apologize that the quality isn't sterling all the time-- the space was pretty good for singing, but the recording equipment didn't mesh so well with the acoustics, especially when we sopranos were loud. So it gets metallic/fuzzy sometimes, but there's nothing to be done about it.
Singers: Christina Allen (Soprano I) Wes Bedsworth (Bass), Jessica Bradford (Soprano I), Ryan Brown (Tenor), Tara Callegary (Alto), Rebecca Kincaid (Soprano II), Alexander Meyer-Stokes (Bass), Aria Montgomery (Alto), Lisa Moore (Alto), and Timothy Neeson (Tenor). Directed by Margaret Boudreaux. The recordings these came from and recordings from other years can be obtained for $5 a disc through McDaniel's music department.
Tracks:
"Come Again, Sweet Love" by John Dowland
"Come Sirrah Jack Ho" by Thomas Weelkes (AKA, the tobacco song.)
"Farewell, Dear Love" by Anonymous
"Fine Knacks For Ladies" by John Dowland
"Lbintish Shäläbiyäh" an Arabic levant folksong (This sounds so nice until the tenors near murder it at the end. Ignore that part, pretty-please.)
"Más Vale Trocar" by Juan Del Encino (Spanish.)
"Pastime With Good Company" attributed to King Henry VIII
"Sing We And Chant It" by Thomas Morley
"Tungare" by... I couldn't remember. (It's an arrangement using only one word-- the Australian Aboriginal word for "to sing." The funny here is that we taught the audience to do the clapping, and they kinda sucked at it.)
"Weep O Mine Eyes" by John Bennet
"Yara" an Arabic folksong. (The awesome lyric solo is Lisa Moore, whom I love. You can really hear me clearly on all the moving notes, too.)
Wow, that took forever to put together. To bed with me!