Old Memories

Olde English Madrigals and Folk Songs At Ely Cathedral

John Rutter & Cambridge Singers

Come Away, Sweet Love

Weep, O Mine Eyes
Fair Phyllis I Saw
Now Is The Month Of Maying
Fairwell, Dear Love
April Is In My Mistress' Face
Draw On, Sweet Night
Sing We At Pleasure
My Bonny Lass She Smileth
The Silver Swan
Mother, I Will Have A Husband
Dainty Fine Bird
As Vesta Was From Latmos Hill Descending
I Love My Love
My Sweetheart's Like Venus
Bushes And Briars
The Turtle Dove
The Three Ravens
Dashing Away With The Smoothing Iron
O Waly, Waly
Greensleeves

I sang a lot of John Rutter music in my high school choirs. I grew to love his music and it some how defines my teenage years. Oddly enough. My years as a youth were not filled with loud music and fast times, it was sweet and calm and a little classical.

I had always wanted to be a Madrigal, the elite choir of Davis High School, but I never made it. However, my love of this genre of music is still my favorite. I love old music. Elizabethan, Madrigals, anything from the Renaissance era. This collection of songs is one of my favorite from beginning to end.

Just a few of my favorites on this disk are:

Weep, O Mine Eyes - I sang this in Choir one year

Now Is The month Of Maying - I didn't sing this in choir, but I know all the words from listening to others sing it.

April Is In My Mistress' Face - Another one I sang in my old days.

Mother, I Will Have A Husband - Never sang this one and never knew of it until this CD, and I love it.

Greensleeves - Always a favorite of mine ... which leads to a silly story:

Greensleeves came up on iTunes the other day and John said to me, "What is this?" and I responded that it was Greensleeves and the name of the album and then suddenly I was laughing so hard that I nearly choked to death on my dinner because it was "John Rutter." Long ago in the past when I still sang in a choir as a senior in high school my friend Carrie and I created the lie that John Rutter was our father.

Needless to say, we were a couple of silly girls... but what do you expect?

After all, John Rutter is my father.