Amarilli, mia bella,
non credi, o del mio cor dolce deslo,
d’esser tu l’amor mio?
Crédito pur; e se timor t’assale,
dubitar non ti vale.
Aprimi il petto e vedrai scritto in core:
amarilli è ‘l mio amore.
– Giullio Caccini (1515-1618)
We recently had another piano party with our teachers and some students. Apart from playing my usual Chopin kind of pieces, I accompanied a friend who is a soprano. It’s the first time I’ve ever done this so it was a very exciting project for me. It was great fun, and made a lovely contrast to all the pure piano playing that usually happens in our parties – without taking into account that after a few glasses of cava later on we might play and sing, but in a rather different style.
To be truthful, the word project is too far fetched because on my behalf my part was easy. I played it about 3 times before we got together for the first time to practice one week before the performance. Only one week before was risky indeed. Luckily we totally clicked straight away, and even our first practice run playing and singing it together sounded great.
We played Amarilli by Giulio Caccini. You can listen to this version on YouTube also for piano and soprano by Margarita Diaz. I hope you enjoy it. The piece is a love story. A young man is in love with Amarilli, he says, believe me Amarilli, my beautiful. You can open my chest and you will see it is written: Amarilli my love.
Apparently there is an earlier version of this piece where when he opens his chest, somebody stabs him in the heart. Our version has a happier ending.
Pictured above are some cookies brought in by one of the students. They were handmade by herself. Aren’t they gorgeous? I can confirm that they tasted just as wonderful as they look.
Thank you for reading!