ISM masterclass with Dame Emma Kirkby DBE

Watch world renowned soprano Dame Emma Kirkby DBE coaching four talented young musicians at ISM Members' Day 2016.
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Programme:
Toby Carr (lute / theorbo)
Lottie Bowden (soprano)
Roberta Diamond (soprano)
Joel Williams (tenor)
Part 1 with theorbo
Henry Purcell: The fatal hour comes on apace, Z 421 - Lottie Bowden
Heinrich Schütz: O Jesu Nomen Dulce - Joel Williams
Henry Purcell: Crown the altar, deck the shrine Z 321/6 - Roberta Diamond
Part 2 with lute
John Dowland: Me, me, and none but me - Lottie Bowden
John Danyel: Like as the lute delights - Roberta Diamond
John Dowland: Fine Knacks For Ladies - Joel Williams

[@RONNIEPBER]

It seems there is nothing like a dame is true!

[@wmnoffaith1]

To me, the most wonderful thing is, Emma Kirkby can teach a female soprano not to oversing a piece in an hour flat. The first singer starts out like she's singing Wagner, and by the end sounds a quite passable baroque singer. I wish Dame Kirkby could now haul all of the other sopranos to this class and teach them the same thing. With most, their excessive vibrato is positively ear shattering.

[@Meiadus]

Have you ever heard a soprano sing Wagner? That doesn't sound like this

[@greenwoods798]

​​@@Meiadusmaybe the person meant that the soprano sounds too heavy (like all singers who can sing Wagner) to Baroque

[@lavoxii]

The fatal hour comes on apace,
Which I had rather die than see,
For when fate calls you from this place,
You go to certain misery.
The thought does stab me to the heart,
And gives me pangs no word can speak,
It wracks me in each vital part,
Sure when you go, my heart will break.
Since I for you so much endure,
May I not hope you will believe,
'Tis you alone these wounds can cure,
Which are the fountains of my grief.

[@lavoxii]

O Jesu, nomen dulce,
nomen admirabile, nomen confortans,
quid enim canitur suavius,
quid auditur jucundius,
quid cogitatur dulcis,
quam Jesu, Dei filius.
O nomen Jesu, verus animae cibus,
in ore mel, in aure melos,
in corde laetitia mea.
Tuum itaque nomen, dulcissime Jesu,
in aeternum in ore meo portabo.

[@lavoxii]

Me me and none but me,
dart home O gentle death
and quicklie, for
I draw too long this idle breath:
O howe I long till I
may fly to heaven above,
unto my faithfull and
beloved turtle dove.
Like to the silver Swanne,
before my death I sing:
And yet alive
my fatall knell I helpe to ring.
Still I desire from earth
and earthly joyes to flie,
He never happie liv’d,
that cannot love to die.
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