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Gesualdo doesn't get done as much as it used...pity. I couldn't tell you the last time I heard something of his.
I just got done listening to some Byrd - my favourite English composer of any period: his motet/anthem "Bow Thine Ear," and "Ye Sacred Muses" for alto/countertenor and viol consort, a heartrending elegy on the death of Tallis. I recommend both, and just about anything else Byrd wrote.
The words to "Ye Sacred Muses" are wonderful:
Ye sacred Muses, race of Jove,
Whom Music's lore delighteth,
Come down from crystal heav'ns above
To earth, where sorrow dwelleth,
In mourning weeds, with tears in eyes:
Tallis is dead, and Music dies.
*sigh*
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