| Composition Year | 2007 |
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| Genre Categories | Songs; For voice, piano; For voices with keyboard; |
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Complete Performance
*#549070 - 3.54MB - 3:06 - (-) - !N/!N/!N - 123×⇩ - MP3 - Joelle Wallach
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Joelle Wallach (2018/11/12)
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Complete Score (G minor)
*#549069 - 0.11MB, 6 pp. - (-) - !N/!N/!N - 118×⇩ - Joelle Wallach
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Joelle Wallach (2018/11/12)
Complete Score (D minor)
*#549068 - 0.12MB, 7 pp. - (-) - !N/!N/!N - 68×⇩ - Joelle Wallach
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Complete Score
*#549182 - 0.77MB, 7 pp. - (-) - !N/!N/!N - 74×⇩ - Joelle Wallach
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Joelle Wallach (2018/11/13)
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| Work Title | Alleycat Love Song |
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| Alternative. Title | |
| Composer | Wallach, Joelle |
| I-Catalogue NumberI-Cat. No. | IJW 6 |
| Key | C minor |
| Year/Date of CompositionY/D of Comp. | 2007 |
| Librettist | Dana Gioia (b. 1950) |
| Language | English |
| Dedication | my cat Jasmin |
| Average DurationAvg. Duration | 3 minutes |
| Composer Time PeriodComp. Period | Modern |
| Piece Style | Early 20th century |
| Instrumentation | voice, piano |
| External Links | http://joellewallach.com/composition/alleycat-love-song/ |
| Extra Information | the song exists in several keys |
Written in the imaginary voice of Jasmin, Wallach’s magical cat and mini-muse,Alley Cat Love Song, based on a poem by Dana Gioia, is a lyrical, lusty look at longing and an exuberant collaboration between piano and voice.
Come into the garden, Fred, For the neighborhood tabby is gone. Come into the garden, Fred. I have nothing but my flea collar on, And the scent of catnip has gone to my head. I’ll wait by the screen door till dawn.
The fireflies court in the sweetgum tree. The nightjar calls from the pine, And she seems to say in her rhapsody, “Oh, mustard-brown Fred, be mine!” The full moon lights my whiskers afire, And the fur goes erect on my spine.
I hear the frogs in the muddy lake Croaking from shore to shore. They’ve one swift season to soothe their ache. In autumn they sing no more. So ignore me now, and you’ll hear my meow As I scratch all night at the door.
