Kort,
"The Cathedrals were the poor man's Bible," so they say/said. Within those walls, the sounds must have been a better way to incarnate the divine, than the frantic urges employed in the hollows of faith defining countryside.
I wanted to get a 'feel' of the hotbed before the Albigensian Crusades, and the music, so to speak. Its sound is deep, sincere, and violent. Tolerance was not a virtue.
Listen to the following description of someone who 'fired' the imagination, unfortunately he was in a time, out of place:
"Here he was, described as a soul so rich with delight that its brilliance, blazing laughter-bright, struck the eye like some ruby caught in the sun's full glory. This fortunate being was placed by the poet in Venus's quarter of the heavens, since he burnt with love more fiercely than ever Dido did--'for so long as the colour of his hair permitted."
[Massacre at Montsegur, Zoe' Oldenbourg, Minerva Press, 1959]
It would have been nice if this business man, turned troubadour stayed true to its tenants. Songs of Internal and External Unity, is that possible? Same song, different expressions?
The subtler voice of persuasion, rather than force, a certain mode of thought and feeling ...
