Madrigals, Book 7 Concerto (Il Settimo Libro de Madrigali 1619)

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MONTEVERDI
Madrigals, Book 7 Concerto (Il Settimo Libro de Madrigali 1619)
Delitiae Musicae / Marco Longhini, conductor

[ Naxos / 3 CD ]

Release Date: Friday 10 October 2008

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The 'Concerto' (as Claudio Monteverdi entitled his Seventh Book of Madrigals) was published five years after the Sixth Book had appeared. It represents a clear break with Monteverdi's earlier publications: here the madrigal is transformed or, perhaps, it would be better to say it has vanished, at least in the form that would have been recognised up to that point. Of 32 compositions there is not a single fivevoice madrigal, only pieces for one to four voices, all with basso continuo, some with violins, along with works that might be called 'experimental'. It was the heterogeneous nature of this collection that led Monteverdi to use the title 'Concerto'. Marco Longhini's new complete critical edition, the first since Malipiero's 1932 edition, was prepared specifically for this recording.

Tracks:

Symphonia: Tempro la cetra
A quest'olmo, a quest'ombre
Non e di gentil core
O come sei gentile
Io son pur vezzosetta pastorella
O viva fiamma, o miei sospiri ardenti
Vorrei baciarti, o Filli
Dice la mia bellissima Licori
Ah che non si conviene
Non vedro mai le stelle
Ecco vicine, o bella tigre, l'ore
Perche fuggi tra' salci, ritrosetta
Tornate, o cari baci
Soave libertate
Se'l vostro cor, madonna
Interrotte speranze, eterna fede
Augellin che la voce al canto spieghi
Vaga su spina ascosa
Eccomi pronta ai baci
Parlo, miser, o taccio?
Tu dormi, ah crudo core!
Al lume delle stelle
Con che soavita, labbra adorate
Romanesca: Ohime, dov'e il mio ben, dov'e il mio core?Lettera amorosa: Se i languidi miei sguardi
Partenza Amorosa: Se pur destina e vole
Chiome d'oroAmor, che deggio far?
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