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jazz in 17 century ?

Dowland? On the first notes, i would say Bach! Impress

Fantastico!!!

Genial obra! Insuperable interpretación! Congratulations!!

Wonderful performance, the melofic line so defined 🎉🎉🎉🎉❤❤

Sounds in some places like 21 century music 😮❤

Congratulations Bor so wonderfull 👏👏👏

Thank you for this nice transcription ! I use to play it on a renaissance lute and sing at the same time

I wish there was more of this, much more.

One of the best performances I have heard the last two years. Pure music...

Some interesting pieces, beautiful voice, but perhaps the meaning is not very understandable towards the end.

Very nice melody, even if it's still a common song. Beautiful touching voice. We all should also reflect on the message of the song's lyrics.

¡¡¡Pero qué pedazo de obra!!! Dowland es de otro planeta....¡¡Hermosa interpretación!!

So badass, and you make being bald look good, too. God bless you sir.

Great performance. The works of Melli deserve more recognition.

Прекрасная меланхолия!😢❤

Beautiful

Me sumo a DanielFajardo: cuanta belleza!! Y qué laud tan precioso!! Alguien sabe de qué luthier es??

Precioso, cuanta belleza😊

So beautiful ❤️

Really, really beautiful !!

Holy Moly

First time I hear these songs accompanied on the orpharion, it sounds wonderful. Clara Brunet's voice is absolutely perfect for this repertoire (and for much more, I'm sure). A delightful recital, thank you!

Bravissimo!

hello Bor, once again , thankyou for your mastery. I have sent two emails to Jiri regarding this instrument and have yet to hear from him. Can you tell me if he is away or if there is an issue with his contact information as I would very much like to have him make this Lute for me. I am in Canada, and there are very few makers that match the mastery of his instruments.. With Thanks in advance.

For listeners' convenience, here are the texts: [John Dowland] Come ye heavy states of night, Do my fathers spirit right, Soundings baleful let me borrow, Burthening my song with sorrow, Come sorrow come her eyes that sings, By thee are turnèd into springs. Come you virgins of the night, That in dirges sad delight, Choir my anthems, I doe borrow Gold nor pearle, but sounds of sorrow: Come sorrow come her eyes that sings, By thee are turnèd into springs. --Anonymous [Robert Johnson] Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted [k]night*; fall like a cloud in gentle show'rs; give nothing to it loud Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet. And as a purling stream, thou son of Night Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain. Into thyself** gently, O gently, O gently slide And kiss him into slumbers like a bride. -- John Fletcher, *Valentinian* (1610-14) Alternative readings: * prince ** Into this prince [John Dowland] Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest, Forbeare a while to vexe my grieved sprite, So long your weight hath lyne upon my breast, that loe I live of life bereaved quite, O give me time to draw my weary breath, Or let me dye, as I desire the death. Welcome sweete death, oh life, no life, a hell, Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell. False world farewell, the enemy to rest, now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight: Free from thy cares I live for ever blest, Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight. Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate, nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state. And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joyes untrue, and thus, and thus vaine world againe adue. -- Anonymous [Mr. Dowland's Midnight (John Dowland) - Tis Now Dead Night (text by John Coprario)] CORRECTION: Text by Thomas Campion* 'Tis now dead night, and not a light on earth, Or starre in heaven, doth shine: Now let a mother mourne the noblest birth That ever was both mortall, and divine. O sweetnesse peerlesse! more then humane grace! O flowry beauty! O untimely death! Now Musicke, fill this place With thy most dolefull breath: O singing wayle a fate more truly funerall Then when with all his sonnes the sire of Troy did fall. -- *Songs of Mourning bewailing the vntimely death of Prince Henry. Worded by Tho. Campion. And set forth to bee sung with one voyce to the lute, or violl: by Iohn Coprario*. London, 1613 [John Dowland] From silent night, true register of moanes From saddest Soule consumde with deepest sinnes From hart quite rent with sighes and heavie groanes My wayling Muse her wofull worke beginnes. And to the world brings tunes of sad despaire Sounding nought else but sorrow, griefe and care. -- Anonymous [John Dowland] In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be, The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me; The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep; My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep. Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb, O let me living die, till death doth come, till death doth come. -- Anonymous [Peter Warlock]* SLEEP Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies; that from thence I may feel an influence All my powers of care bereaving! Though but a shadow, but a sliding, Let me know some little joy! We that suffer long annoy Are contented with a thought Through an idle fancy wrought: O let my joys have some abiding! -- John Fletcher *Philip Arnold Heseltine (1894-1930) DARKNESS I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went-and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfires - and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fire-but hour by hour They fell and faded-and the crackling trunks Extinguish'd with a crash-and all was black. * * * The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless - A lump of death - a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge - The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them - She was the Universe. --George Gordon, Lord Byron (1816)

It's a pleasure to hear Peter Warlock matched with the Elizabethan composers whom he was among the first to appreciate, and imitate. "Sleep" is perhaps his finest song, but I would welcome more of his other settings. Clara Brunet's delivery is subtle and lovely, and the orpharion makes a fine substitute for the piano. Thanks too for Byron's "Darkness" -- a text for our grim times.

Such performative singing. The power in your voice is very intoxicating. Thank you for posting this masterpiece.

I am completely in awe of your mastery!. I cannot express how you have thrust me into another realm. This is simply divine in every possible way. Your intensity, your focus and phrasing... my God. Can you please tell me who made your Lute? Respectfully Sir.

Literally transported back to the early Renaissance. So sublime and delicate. I am in heaven listening to this. Bless you both for your beautiful music.

great interpretation! Today I started to learn this piece on my new liuto attiorbato also with a full gut set. Not easy to get a good tone on 5th- 7th course. Did you take pure sheep gut for the thick string on 7th course or venice catline or metal core gut? Which diameter? Also my 5th course is pretty weak. I took 0,85mm Aquila HU sheep gut for 58,5 cm mensur. Any better advices? Thanks!

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Perfect tempo and tone! Superb!

Bravo !

Beautiful, Bravi!

It's my first time to hear an orpharion played in delicate, lute-like manner; in other hands it usually sounds much more rough and brash.

BRAVO!!!

Marvelous!!!

Great!!! ❤

Bore, you are privileged! 🙂 Clara is FANTASTIC! 🙂

Magnificent! Absolute greatness.

👍😍how beautiful ! happy new year!

Poésie , quand tu nous tiens!

Sublime!

Fantastic! Bravo Bore! Brava Clara! Branislav

Ah, Bor. was anything you did any less than brilliant?

Beautiful. 🎼👌❤

Beautiful!

Wonderful as always, Bor. Thank you. -Timotej

Mezmerizing! Bravissim*