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“Music is certainly a very great Accomplishment to the LADIES; it refines the Taste, polishes the Mind; and is an Entertainment, without other Views, that preserves them from the Rust of Idleness, that most pernicious Enemy to Virtue.” – John Essex, The Young Ladies Conduct: or, Rules for Education, Under Several Heads (1722)

- Music was an important component in both aristocratic and bourgeois living. Many women had at least some knowledge in either singing or instrumentation.

- Musical ability was seen as a sign of femininity.

- The most common instruments in general were violins, fifes, English Flutes (recorders), flagoletes, and German flutes (tranverse flutes). There is little evidence of organs, glass ‘armonicas, violas, hammered dulcimers, clarinets, oboes, and bassoons, but it is known that there were a few in the Americas.

- The most common musical instruments among women were the harpsichord, English guitar (a ten-string instrument), and flageolete. Women were careful to not choose instruments that would potentially hurt their reputation due to their phallic symbology (e.g. English horns, oboes, and cellos).

- The preliminary instrument of fashion for wealthy women was the harpsichord (later replaced by the piano-forte after the Revolution). The harpsichord began to fall out of fashion as Marie Antoinette began to learn the harp. In 1773, Marie Antoinette wrote a letter to Maria Theresa speaking of the lessons she would take daily.

- Eventually, the harp began to strike controversy as an autoerotic symbol due to the positioning between the females’ legs. This did not stop its popularity though.

- Many aristocratic women hired maitres de musique (music masters) for their daughters. Since many of these were men, parents often chaperoned these events. A depiciton of this can be seen in Choderlos de Laclos’ Les Liasons Dangereuses (1782) with the interaction between Chevalier Darceny and Cecile Volanges.

- Music around camp would have varied for women. Campfollowers most likely would not have carried large instruments (such as the violin or guitar with them). If anything, a smaller flageolete may have been taken along, but it is not sure how long something of that value may have lasted in camp.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask myself or any of the other musicans and ladies during the event!

Sources:
Koda, Harold and Andrew Bolton.  Dangerous Liaisons: Fashion and Furniture in the 18th Century. New Haven: Yale University Press, 2006.

Hildebrand David K. “About Early American Music”. The Colonial Music Institute. 18 September 2001. <http://www.colonialmusic.org/Resource/DHessay.htm> 20 September 2007.

Unknown Author. “Make Your Way as a Woman in the Eighteenth Century”. University of Michigan. 30 April 2002. <http://www.umich.edu/~ece/student_projects/make_your_way/index.html> 20 September 2007.



{September 12, 2007}   Bits and pieces

It’s like watching a car crash. A really amazing car crash that you can’t turn away from. Watching things: people, hotels, legacies, etc. go down is kind of sad. But also kind of interesting. Oh, I remember when I wanted to be Britney Spears. I also remember being a lot dumber back then.
I really hate people who can’t tell the difference between “your” and “you’re”. It really pisses me off.
The Oxford Comma is real, goddamnit!
I haven’t checked out Married to the Sea in the longest time. I am going to do that now, actually. Hahahah, I just posted one on Rich’s MySpace too.
Classes are going well. I really enjoy Greek and Latin Roots and American Places I. Magical Realism and History of Mexico are tolerable (Latin America doesn’t really interest me much). It’s only Intro. to College Math that kind of kills me. Basically, it’s Math A (for my NYS Regents friends that know what I’m talking about) for college kids. We spent the first week and a half learning how to FOIL. FOIL. You heard me right. Now the only problem with this is that there are some exceedingly stupid kids that don’t know what FOIL is, and that’s slowing me up. Also, the professor doesn’t know how to teach. Literally, I am sometimes like “huh?” when he explains things. And to make it worse, I still can’t do word problems. At all. Sorry, my rant is over. I am kind of excited (I know, weird) for my twenty page paper on the Pastry War.
I applied for my NYC Public Library Card.
I’m addicted to Brand New. It sounds a lot like a mellowed version of Taking Back Sunday, and is a must-listen if you are into emo at all.
New Paltz was okay for the most part, and the full story will be on my other blog.
Taylor is going to be my *almost* neighbor in a couple of weeks.
Okay, now I actually have to go do work.



Okay, so I live in the Greater New York City area, and I have to say that the one thing that I have always been searching for is Bohemia. You know, like a fresh, cultural center? I can’t seem to find it. The two art capitals of the United States, San Francisco and New York’s Greenwich Village, are now hardly bohemian. They have been invaded by thirtysomethings from priveleged lives who want to seem “fresh and happening”. Hardly.

And on a side note, I have to say that the one thing that drives me crazy are all my peers who think they are bohemian. Yeah, NYU is a bit of a cultural center, but isn’t it a bit trite? I mean, how many Andy Warhol wannabes do we need? I love it when people are like “I’m so bohemian…I go to NYU and I wear vintage clothing”. Funny, since most kids that wear “vintage” clothing don’t know the meaning of vintage. If it looks like it comes from the ’70s but it’s from GAP, it doesn’t count. Vintage means it has to be old. My 18th century clothes are vintage-looking, but made out of all new materials.

I also love kids who swear that they are meant to be hippies. It seems to be a growing trend of young persons to think that the sixties really was about sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. Sorry to break it to you, but that’s a lie. There were very very few persons that were true hippies in the sixties. Lies, all lies!

Case in point: I went to school with this girl who swears she is a hippie. She goes to me “I am such a hippie…I’m a liberal, I have long, straight hair,  I wear tie-dye, I go to the Village every weekend, I like theatre and art, and I do drugs!” I laugh hysterically whenever she opens her mouth. You see, she’s from an extremely wealthy family and she drives a $35,000 car. Hardly hippie material.

I’m fine with people being poseurs (which a lot of these so-called “Neo Hippies” from the Upper East Side are), just acknowledge you’re one! Not everyone went to Woodstock ‘69, but that’s okay. Find something original and do it, stop living in the past. Being a reactionary is hardly hippie behaviour.

Sorry for that rant, but I’ve recently discovered a lot of so-called “bohemians”.



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