Traditional music Italian Folk/traditional Songs (also in dialects) and Dances

Angela · Feb 1, 2018

Salento said:
Salento Music, Notte della Taranta (Night of the Spider) opening song.

There are a lot of examples upthread of the pizzica and other Southern Italian music. You might find them fun.

Salento · Feb 1, 2018

Angela said:
There are a lot of examples upthread of the pizzica and other Southern Italian music. You might find them fun.

I will. It’s interesting and fun, plus I like the challenge to try to understand the Dialects from all over Italy, (Some are not even Italian). [emoji4]

Angela · Feb 4, 2018

Since we've been talking of the Piemonte/Liguria/Lombardia/Emilia junction, the Appennine mountain region where they all meet, here is a song from the Pavese(Lombardia) part of it.

Baraban-La Bella Brunetta or Beautiful Brunette

Three to four decades later, singing Bella Ciao. (about 2 mins in)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOyY77xd3l4

Angela · Feb 11, 2018

Voce e Notte: Voice in the Night. I love this song, so I may have posted other versions of it. This is by Sal DaVinci. I used a google site for the translation.

"If this voice wakes you up at night,while you're holding your husband close...
Stay awake, if you want to be awake,
but pretend to be fast asleep...

Don't go to the window to take a peek,
'cause you can't mistake it: this voice is mine...
It's the same voice from when both of us
tentatively, addressed each other as "Sir" and "Miss".

If this voice sings to your heart
what I never sought from you or told you,
all the torment of a lost love,
all the love of a past torment...

If you feel a great desire to love,
a craving for kisses runs through your veins,
a fire that consumes...
kiss that guy.. what do you care about me?

If this voice crying in the night,
wakes your husband, don't be afraid...
See, this serenade mentions no name
Tell him to sleep and reassure himself...

Tell him this: "The one singing in the street
is either crazy or dying of jealousy!
Perhaps he cries about some infamy...
He sings alone...But, what is he doing it for?"

Angela · Feb 11, 2018

There is nothing, imo, like the Neapolitan canon for songs of passion, and some of my favorites come from the heart and mind of Ernesto de Curtis.

He is responsible for all of these:

"Torna a Surriento" - 1902
"Voce 'e notte" - 1904
"Canta pe' me" - 1909
"Non ti scordar di me" - 1912
"Sona chitarra" - 1913
"Tu ca nun chiagne" - 1915
"Duorme Carmé'"
"Ti voglio tanto bene"

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernesto_De_Curtis

Jonas Kaufmann singing "Non Ti Scordar Di Me"-Don't forget me. Such a beautiful waltz. He really, really gets the emotion of songs like this, in addition to his lovely tenor.

"The swallows leftFrom my cold and sunless country,
Searching for Springs full of violets
And lovely and happy nests.

My little swallow left
Without leaving me a kiss
She left without a goodbye

Don't forget about me:
My life is tied to you
I love you more and more
In my dream you stay

Don't forget about me
My life is tied to you
There's always a nest
In my heart for you

Don't forget about me

Don't forget about me"

Angela · Mar 7, 2018

Serena D'Amato: Pizzica Salentina. Bacchanalian rites never disappeared.

Angela · Mar 8, 2018

La Bionda from Voghera. The blonde from Voghera is a song of the mondine, the women who worked in the rice fields of Northern Italy. Voghera is in southern Pavia province, but is very near the Ligurian/Piemontese area we discussed because it's the area from which one of the Northern Italian academic samples were taken.

Salento · Mar 8, 2018

From Ugento (Lecce) I Calanti
La mia mamma mi diceva - Vogliamo le bambole (In Italian, most of it)

Angela · Apr 10, 2018

Tribute to Napoli: Gigi D'Alessio

[h=2]The City of Pulcinella[/h]I will take you from alley to alley
Only you, because you are a friend
And I’ll take you to the quarter where the sun cannot be seen
But you’ll see everything else
And they'll open up the windows
And you’ll understand the beauty of
The City of Pulcinella
How beautiful, how beautiful
(is) the city of Pulcinella!
How beautiful, how beautiful
(is) the city of Pulcinella!

The only thing I regret
Is that the pride of this people
Is being trampled every day
By a bunch of low lives
Who don’t have any conscience
Nor any respect
How can they even sleep
When they’re in bed at night?
In bed, in bed
At night when they’re in bed
In bed, in bed
At night when they’re in bed

Now I’ll take you to Margellina,
Only if you’re not in a hurry,
At around five in the morning
If the traffic permits
Everything is permitted here
Not because you have the right
But because it has always done
Or just in spite of it all
For spite, for spite
Only for spite
For spite, for spite
Only for spite

The only thing I regret
Is that the pride of this people
Is being trampled every day
And has filled us with shame
But there is nothing we can do about it
So we just eat sweets
How sweet and beautiful is the city of Pulecenella!
How sweet and beautiful
(is) the city of Pulcinella
How sweet and beautiful
(is) the city of Pulcinella

I am a musician
And feel fortunate
Singing and playing, Playing and singing
This beautiful serenade
Because I am in love with (this city)
Perhaps it is because I was born here
But look at how beautiful
(is) the city of Pulcinella
How beautiful, how beautiful
(is) the city of Pulcinella
How beautiful, how beautiful
(is) the city of Pulcinella

Pulcinella is a figure from the Commedia d'Arte: I don't know if non-Italians, or even non Neapolitans, quite understand this comic figure or how he is regarded.

The Commedia d'Arte is a thing with me: I collect puppets and masks of the characters.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulcinella

Angela · Apr 13, 2018

Beautiful version of Griko song:

"Who knows little Swallow"
Who knows little Swallow,
Which seas you have crossed
And from where you are coming
During this beautiful season.
Your breast is white,
Black your wings,
Your back the color of the sea
And your tail split in two.
Seated by the sea
I watch you;
Sometimes you soar, sometimes you fall
Sometimes you brush against the water.
Who knows by which country,
By which places you have flown,
Who knows where you have builtYour nest.
If I knew that you flew
By my country,
I would ask so many questions
So that you could answer them
.But you are silent
No matter how much I ask;
Sometimes you soar, sometimes you fal
lSometimes you brush against the water.