miércoles, 13 de junio de 2012

A CAPELA



La voz humana sin más instrumentos musicales.
"A cappella" significa en italiano "como en la capilla" o "al estilo de la capilla", aludiendo a que en las capillas e iglesias cristianas estuvo prohibido el uso de instrumentos desde la introducción del gregoriano hasta finales de la Edad Media. Los siglos XV y XVI constituyeron la edad de oro de los Cappellisti, gracias a las obras de Palestrina, Di Lasso y Venosa, autores de extraordinarias composiciones polifónicas.
El gregoriano es el ejemplo más claro de música a capela, al igual que la mayoría de la música vocal sagrada del Renacimiento. El madrigal, fue también una forma de canto a capela, hasta que al comienzo del barroco se le añadieron diferentes instrumentos. El arpa sagrada, un tipo de música popular religiosa, es también un estilo de canto a capela.

[Beatbox o percusión vocal, que consiste en una caja de ritmos producida con la boca o la imitación de una batería, percusión menor, contrabajo, etc.]




BOBBY McFERRIN

DON´T WORRY BE HAPPY




Here is a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy...
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The land lord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Look at me I am happy
Don't worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number
When you worry call me
I make you happy
Don't worry, be happy


Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got not girl to make you smile
But don't worry be happy
Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy (now)...
Don´t worry be happy...


Anni-Frid Lyngstad -
with The Real Group

FRIDA (una de las aes de ABBA)

Dancing Queen



You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen.

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing.
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine.
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine.
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life.
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen.


You're a teaser, you turn them on
Leave them burning and then you're gone.
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen.
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen





VOCAL LINE
VIVA LA VIDA (COLDPLAY)



I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word


But that was when I ruled the world


6 comentarios:

Gatopardo dijo...

Me quedo con Bobby McFerrin, y eso que en su día nos dieron una lata radiofónica con el tema....

Juan Nadie dijo...

Hombre, "a capella" canto yo divinamente, ¿lo he dicho alguna vez?. No, creo que no :-)

No, en serio, la verdad es que lo hacen fantástico todos, aunque, lo mismo que el Gato, me quedo con McFerrin.

marian dijo...

Y además se ha quedado como coletilla el "don´t worry...,

marian dijo...

Creo que no, por lo menos yo no te lo había oído nunca:)

Gatopardo dijo...

La modestia es lo que tiene, nos impide presumir .....

marian dijo...

A mí me pasa igual, me falta vanidad, pero lo compenso con el orgullo:)