SKU: A0.1145526

----> IMPORTANT <---- This PDF file is in A3 format. If you need a different format please let me know and I'll provide it to you free of charge. Same for the separate parts: if you need them I'll send them to you free of charge. My contacts are below :) A few years ago, during a road trip through Skåne, the Swedish southernmost region, I landed in a quite famous tourists’ destination: Ales Stenar, a sort of viking Stonehenge. It was cloudy, cold and windy, but somehow beautiful. And there, surrounded by those mysterious gray stones, walking on the cliffs above the Baltic Sea, a beautiful melody came to my mind. Just 8 bars. As it should be. I was happy and proud of that melody, on the spot. Once back home I immediately wrote a sketch for piano and a few days later I played it to a dear friend of mine, a very talented Swedish violinist, Anders Hjortvall. He was enthusiastic. “This is a violin melody Stefano! Think about it :) � he added. And he was damn right! Those 8 bars were the seed of the first movement, Skåne. Yet, I had the feeling that something was missing, that a continuation was needed. Also, I was not being fair to Ales Stenar, where everything began. So I later wrote four additional movements and entitled the whole composition Ales Stenar. I called it a suite for violin and chamber orchestra because to me it’s certainly a quite free-flowing music, deeply inspired by Swedish landscapes and nordic atmospheres, but still, all five movements have an inner coherence and a reciprocal connection. The (minimum) instrumentation list includes a solo violin, 1 first violin, 1 second violin, 1 viola, 1 cello, 1 double bass, 1 oboe, 1 clarinet in B-flat, 1 bassoon. Upon request I can arrange the score for a bigger or different ensemble. I am a composer and opera singer based in Malmö, Sweden. Feel free to contact me to know more about my music, my singing and possible collaborations. http://www.stefano-olcese.com/ https://www.facebook.com/olcesestefano https://www.instagram.com/stefano_olcese.

SKU: A0.912982

2017 Chamber Music Contest Entry
This piece is a miniature (on a religious theme) for oboe and strings orchestra. It is related to Easter, as it evokes Jesus Christ walking on the way to his crucifixion on the so-called Via Dolorosa.

This work was first played at the Romanian Atheneum in April 2015:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgjBJARkpRg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pERhBUpIn9I

For other compositions in audio format see my website:
http://muzm.dragoii.com/
Music by: Andrei-Lucian Drăgoi (www.smp.dragoii.com, www.yt.dragoii.com, www.gcp.dragoii.com, www.gci.dragoii.com, www.ms.dragoii.com, www.dragoii.com) Video score on YouTube at URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UePIaKwhzoA.

SKU: A0.1470559

An arrangement for piccolo and orchestra of the Barbara Allen folk song with many interesting cadences, harmonies and countermelodies.

In Scarlet Town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwelling,
Made every youth cry, “Well-a-day”,
Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swelling,
Young Willy Grove on his death bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man down unto her then,
To the town where she was dwelling.
“You must come to my master dear,
If your name's Barbara Allen.”

So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And all she said when there she came,
“Young man I think you’re dying.”

[“A dying man, no, no,” said he,
“One kiss from thee would cure me.”
“One kiss from me thou never shalt have,
If your poor heart was breaking.”]

He turned his face unto the wall,
And death was drawing nigh him,
“Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barbara Allen.”

As she was walking o’er the fields,
She heard the dead-bell knellin’;
And every stroke did seem to say
“Unworthy Barbara Allen!”

When he was laid dead in his grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow,
“Oh mother, mother make my bed,
For I shall die tomorrow.”

And on her death bed she lay,
She begged to be buried by him,
And so repented of the day,
That she did e’er deny him.

“Farewell”, she said, “You virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in.
Hence forth take warning by the fall,
Of cruel Barbara Allen.”.