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Showing posts with label Tepoztlan. Show all posts

Saturday, September 11

Rehearsal

We are rehearsing for a mass.
These are two bits of  the work of  Francisco López Capillas .A Mexican composer of the 17th century.
The first is part of  'Magnificat', my teacher told us that Catholics consider it the most powerful prayer.


You can hear our teacher (and director) singing the part of the bass at the beginning, then he goes over the alto part with us. The words say:

  "Deposuit potentes de sede, et exaltavit humiles"*
*(He has brought down the powerful from their thrones and lifted up the lowly)
The  Second thing we sing is actually a complete piece, "Alleluia" I'm just learning it.
Each voice has a beautiful melody and I find amazing how this incredible explosion of joy and light takes place when they are assembled together


The pictures are of the choir, the convent and some signs of the choir's recitals.


Saturday, June 19

XVI-XVII Century México

Tepoztlán, Morelos Convent's Cloister, there are frescoes all over the ceilings and edgings on all the walls, 17th centuryCloister of the Convent in Tepoztlán, Morelos.

From the time the Spanish arrived to the 'New World', particularly to what they came to call México, an amazing blend of cultures took place, unlike other places of the world where there has been an invasion, in this case the locals and the invaders mixed and a new culture with two or more heritages was born.
Old worlds entwining to create a new race that to this day has much to be proud of. Unfortunately our real roots are often mistaken. A large number of today's Mexicans would much rather look Spanish and on the other hand we have people thinking the real roots of our country lie within the native prehispanic traditions and reject half of their legacy.

I have felt worried about being artificial because many of my preferences seemed alien to my culture but I have recently come to find out that many -if not all- of the things I love and that move me can be found in that specific time of the history of my country. I was just unaware of it.

You can't love what you don't know. My country is easy to love just because of it's beautiful landscapes and kind climate alone, among many other things, each worthy of their own blog post. But a lot of people, my self included, ignore most of our historic and cultural inheritance. As I've come to learn more about it through books, friends and teachers I've also gained a better appreciation for my culture and its art and history.

This song is something I started rehearsing today with a choir I'm very happy to belong to. We rehearse at the Convent of Tepoztlán. It's such a wonderful space to be at and often the highlight of my week.

Palm Sunday Hymn version by Francisco López y Capillas, kapellmeister of México's City Cathedral, XVII Century. Performed by the Choir of the Cathedral of México.
Showing posts with label Tepoztlan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tepoztlan. Show all posts

Rehearsal

We are rehearsing for a mass.
These are two bits of  the work of  Francisco López Capillas .A Mexican composer of the 17th century.
The first is part of  'Magnificat', my teacher told us that Catholics consider it the most powerful prayer.


You can hear our teacher (and director) singing the part of the bass at the beginning, then he goes over the alto part with us. The words say:

  "Deposuit potentes de sede, et exaltavit humiles"*
*(He has brought down the powerful from their thrones and lifted up the lowly)
The  Second thing we sing is actually a complete piece, "Alleluia" I'm just learning it.
Each voice has a beautiful melody and I find amazing how this incredible explosion of joy and light takes place when they are assembled together


The pictures are of the choir, the convent and some signs of the choir's recitals.


XVI-XVII Century México

Tepoztlán, Morelos Convent's Cloister, there are frescoes all over the ceilings and edgings on all the walls, 17th centuryCloister of the Convent in Tepoztlán, Morelos.

From the time the Spanish arrived to the 'New World', particularly to what they came to call México, an amazing blend of cultures took place, unlike other places of the world where there has been an invasion, in this case the locals and the invaders mixed and a new culture with two or more heritages was born.
Old worlds entwining to create a new race that to this day has much to be proud of. Unfortunately our real roots are often mistaken. A large number of today's Mexicans would much rather look Spanish and on the other hand we have people thinking the real roots of our country lie within the native prehispanic traditions and reject half of their legacy.

I have felt worried about being artificial because many of my preferences seemed alien to my culture but I have recently come to find out that many -if not all- of the things I love and that move me can be found in that specific time of the history of my country. I was just unaware of it.

You can't love what you don't know. My country is easy to love just because of it's beautiful landscapes and kind climate alone, among many other things, each worthy of their own blog post. But a lot of people, my self included, ignore most of our historic and cultural inheritance. As I've come to learn more about it through books, friends and teachers I've also gained a better appreciation for my culture and its art and history.

This song is something I started rehearsing today with a choir I'm very happy to belong to. We rehearse at the Convent of Tepoztlán. It's such a wonderful space to be at and often the highlight of my week.

Palm Sunday Hymn version by Francisco López y Capillas, kapellmeister of México's City Cathedral, XVII Century. Performed by the Choir of the Cathedral of México.