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iGIRL - Act Two (double album)

by Roger Doyle

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I Oedipus Son of my wife Sister of my Daughter Brother of my sons Oh my daughter My lovely daughter My lonely sister Where will it end Sit down beside me By the Grove of the Furies In the shade of cypress And the all too human Olive branch Let me dry Your tears With this Tainted hand This gnarled Incestuous hand That will ossify Soon In this strange Haunted place This no man’s land On Citharon they Left me Heels bound A squalling babe For the jackals And the Lions I still dream Of those sounds On the mountain The streams Gushing Lambs bleating The old gay Shepherds Mumbling in Their sleep The frozen Infant Naked save The silver Bolt Fastening his feet Not even A blanket The hillside Strewn With gnawed bones A knee A ribcage An ankle Who’s shoulder Was that Who’s clavicle And the babe Waiting Choking Feet in ribbons Smeared in shit Urine Mucus Will she never come? What have I done? I’ve never known Such pain A star shoots If I survive this I’ll survive Anything I’ll wreak Such havoc No rage Like The rage of Infants Babe of the Crucified feet The bolted heels Curse them on the shooting stars The tearing wind Howling down The mountainside Citharon hear My savage Song And the shepherd Came Doesn’t he always With his sheepdog Where would the Gods be Without the shepherd And his sheep
Recess 2 02:14
I Jocasta 11:47
I Girl Yes You Girl Soon you’ll be one Of the old things Medieval bridges Cobbled stones Sepia postcards Dray horses Descendants will glance With mild interest Amusement Imagine they dressed like That Look at those boots The red hat She wore a lot of Lipstick She wrote plays Now out of print That’s where you get Your creative bent The great great granddaughter Will say To her well loved Son or Daughter When they want to be an actor There is no defense To Becoming The past tense A mouldy old Photograph Falling out of a Spider webbed Bookcase A Footnote That will never capture How she Thought Suffered Lived Worked Loved Or didn’t That they wont remember The perfume The cigarettes The coffee That she read Ten books at A time And often finished Them That she loved wine For a long time And silence And listening To the blues And Mahler And hated Endings That one afternoon In a New York Eatery Alone She felt eternal That she had Been there before That ghost lovers Wrestled her On more than Three occasions Mundane And spectacular Dreams
That she sometimes Ran ten K in the gym And then had to Tell everyone That she had a Wicked temper But learned To curb it Mostly That her favourite Pastime Was staring into Space That she looked Out the window Every morning To see what colour The sky was And if grey She often cancelled The day Though no one Would have noticed That her mother died When she was seventeen That this was a mixed Blessing Despite the freedom That she was an orphan And liked it that way That she was usually wrong About everything That she was somehow Against every grain Despite her best Intentions And even her Worst ones That she was soft spoken That she had to be miked When she gave readings. That she lived Long ago That terrible Century That we’re not Quite sure Where she’s buried Probably Offaly Or Kerry.
My Father Your husband Your son Chin trembling The sightless Eyes The wine Spilling On his Clothes The singer In the Hall Her dirge About a Girl from A mountain Limbs of The deer Eyes of the Doe That sort of Thing I refused to Wear Mourning One day I’ll wear Black What would It mean After all this Time Certainly not Mourning My Father Oedipus Angry at His son’s Tears Now stop He said Not unkindly Stop child It’s unseemly But Etoceles He cried And cried On and On And On What did He Care If you were His grand Mother Incestuous Monster Who couldn’t Tell Her own From another You were His Mother And you Were Gone.
Transhumant 10:06
Transhumant Great word The old paths Old style Man and Beast Going from place To place Higher ground Valleys Plains The Savannah Tripping over Tusks And teeth Rust And newels From the Age of Iron Occasionally The glint Of some Old burnished Thing from The age of Gold When was that Carcass of the Whale On Everest Sleeping Dinosaur Under saint Paul’s Couldn’t run When the Primevial Forest Burned into Flame A comet So big It went Through the world Came out the Other side Voila The Moon And the gorgeous Paly- what’s its name To have seen one of them Those transhumants Will we ever be So innocent Again A lone Neanderthal Last of its Kind Sat by His fire It was Snowing Butterflies When they Came Blood on their Hands Blood in their Gaze Still he Invited them in He served up The dinner Like a good host They served him Up for Breakfast He never Said a Word The beautiful Neanderthal Last of his Species The butterflies Sang the Dirge Transhumant Licked His lips Raped the Babies till the Snow passed.


Music composed and produced by Roger Doyle ℗ and © PRS/MCPS 2019-2020. Recorded in the composer's private studio.
Libretto © Marina Carr.

Click through to iGIRL - Act One, here: rogerdoyle1.bandcamp.com/album/igirl-act-one


iGirl explores female grief, sorrow and sacrifice, and offers an insight into themes highly relevant in contemporary society.
The work is inhabited by mythological and historical characters, and 2 narrators - one, a woman living in contemporary times; the other describing humanity's base desires and the ruthless survival of the fittest, of homo sapiens over the Neanderthals.

iGIRL is an electronic opera, so there is no live orchestra - the recording studio in this case takes its place.
The score makes use of new music software creating, at times, an epic virtual orchestra, and at other times is heavily percussive evoking ancient and modern worlds.
The singers are hand-picked as Doyle wanted trained non-traditional opera singing i.e. little or no vibrato.

A review that appeared in the September 2021 of The Journal Of Music: journalofmusic.com/reviews/female-grief-sorrow-and-sacrifice

Sung by: Morgan Crowley (tks. 1 - 2); Aimee Banks (tk. 4); Olwen Fouéré (tk. 5); Michelle O'Rourke (tk. 6); Bláthnaid Conroy Murphy (tks. 3, 7 -11); Vyvienne Long (tk.12).


released June 26, 2021

For copyright reasons the libretto cannot to reproduced here in full. It is included in the download when the album is ordered.

Total time: 74'01


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Roger Doyle Ireland

Roger Doyle – composer, keyboardist and producer of own music, in concert and in the studio. Likes to work on large projects and to collaborate with others. Works with a multiplicity of musical languages and evolving technologies.

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