04.06.08
François Francoeur
When it comes to musical eras, I don’t think one could ever go wrong with the Baroque period. It’s like biting into the most delectable musical cookies where one does not have to wait for an occasional chocolate chip somewhere along the prosaic dough… in Baroque music, every bite seems to contain a mouthful of Godivas.
So when a friend (to whom I’m very thankful for) was kind enough to send me this whole sonata, I couldn’t resist indulging. Tell me, who can honestly not love Baroque music? And who doesn’t love the cello?
“If music be the food of love, sing on…” *
Ladies and Gentlemen, the less-heard but charming François Francoeur’s Sonata for Cello and Piano in E Major.
http://meewa.multiply.com/music/item/733
*Not a Shakespearean line from Twelfth Night.
I prefer Colonel Henry Heveningham’s:
If music be the food of love,
sing on till I am fill’d with joy;
for then my list’ning soul you move
with pleasures that can never cloy,
your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
that you are music ev’rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
so fierce the transports are, they wound,
and all my senses feasted are,
tho’ yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by our charms,
unless you save me in your arms.
