I've talked before about the Magic of Renaissance faires and how I felt about them.
This group Cantiga for instance. They have been together for literally years. They have been playing renaissance faires for years as well. I love this group. Thier music gets me right were I need it most. My heart. Harp, Cello, tin whistle (or other recorder like instruments). There are others now, that I cannot even begin to name. All ancient stuff. They were just a trio when I was an avid fan. I cannot seem to locate their CD's or tapes that I bought from them at this point. I went through a tear trying to find them after I got back from scarborough. With no luck. Ah well, maybe The Redhead got 'em.
I wasn't aware or more likely I forgot that they played this faire. I followed their music for years...And like a lot of things (and people) in my life they just sort of dropped away after a while.
Of course there were a number of years where I just didn't "do" faires anymore. That was my loss. Not the faires'. *grins* But now (very recently) I decided that my love for renaissance faires outweighs whatever sandbags I carry in my heart that kept me away.
I may not go as often as I used to, or never work another faire, or even put on my glad rags. But in my heart and soul I know I am still a Rennie Rat...And I always will be.
That old saw "It was the best of times...It was the worst of times" is particularly poignant for me. Some of the best times in my life were spent at renfaires (particularly TRF).
Some times were so good I can't even remember them! Must have been good, right? I entered into my second marriage at the faire. I also met the current wife at that faire.
Alternately some of the worst times in my life were also reflected at faire.
"Doing the Faire" came apart when at one point, The Redhead (2d wife) and I, and SHE (current) and her then husband, all realized seemingly at once that our marriage(s) were coming apart at the seams.
Also the nonprofit group we all worked for up there was selling their contract. Life there (or anywhere else for that matter) just wouldn't be the same for any of us.
The magic died for me that season...And I never got it back.
Whoa! I kinda got off track with this post...Cantiga...
"A cantiga (cantica, cantar) is a medieval monophonic song, characteristic of the Galician-Portuguese early literature. It was differentiated from the decir, which was considered a poetic form. The majority of the extant cantigas come from the Cantigas de Santa Maria, which contains over four hundred cantigas either in praise of or describing miraculous interventions by Mary, mother of Jesus. There are a small number of extant secular cantigas with music which are not from this repertoire by Martín Codax and Denis of Portugal. There are other secular cantigas which survive without music.
There are several different types of cantigas, categorized by their subject matter. These include cantigas de milagres, describing miracles (of Mary); cantigas de loor, praising Mary; cantigas de amigo, love songs in a feminine voice; cantigas de escárnio e maldizer, satirical songs; and cantigas de gesta, epics or stories.
Cantiga is also the name of a poetic and musical form of the Renaissance, often associated with the villancico and the canción."From wikipedia
This seems appropriate for this group as well. The group seems to be a central part of my faire experience. They had stages near all of the locations that my group had at the faire. We had several. It was a large group. 80 + folk. There'd be 30 to 40 of us working the faire at any given time...
Inevitably, when shit went down (or up), they were likely nearby. So the lilting tunes, were present as well as some of the more serious pieces were there as well.
They even played the reception for my marriage to The Redhead. Thay came and played minus the harpist, no way was I making them drag that massive thing down the hill to the reception area...
Why am I telling you this? Is there a point?
Well I was delighted to find them at Scarborough. I sat through two of their sets. Did that bring back a flood of memories...The good, the bad and the outright ugly.
I sat there listening to their fine musical interpretations and shooting pictures of them and the surrounding crowds.
As I did, a profound sadness came over me and I was glad for the camera to put up to my face and the sunglasses I had on, for soon tears were streaming down my face, my body wracked with the occassional sob. But I couldn't, or wouldn't leave. I was "processing" as some of my more esoteric styled friends would put it. This ia why out of the 30-40 pictures I shot, these are the ones I find acceptable. The rest were out of focus, over or under exposed. And so they didn't make the cut.
I was the cause of a lot of harm back then. Of course I was hurt as well. No matter.
Reckon I was profoundly unhappy and fucking crazed. I have "changed" after all this time I would like to think. I'd like a second chance with some of these people. But you know, life doesn't offer many of those.
I just hope that those that I harmed can find it in their hearts to forgive me for being the idiot that I was. I know that I have only begun to forgive myself...
Boy! This entry rambled off into a direction I didn't expect. I was quite happy to find Cantiga has an entry at Last.fm, though it seems somewhat dated as there are four albums out now. http://www.last.fm/music/Cantiga
And their music is out on iTunes...(!) SCORE!
At any rate here's a link to the full set. http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/sets/72157617253532133/