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Charles Koechlin, Sept chansons pour Gladys, Op. 151 (1935)

Between 1933 and 1938 Koechlin became fascinated by the stars of the early sound movies and in particular by the now-forgotten Lillian Harvey, in whose honor he composed 113 short piano pieces and the song cycle Sept chansons pour Gladys. These seven "piéces humoristiques" with adulatory, faintly moralizing blank verse by Koechlin himself, celebrate Lillian's performance as Gladys O'Halloran, the little newspaper vendor in Anatol Litvak's film Calais-Douvres (1931). First seeing the film in 1934 inspired four piano pieces for his album The Portrait of Daisy Hamilton (for which he also wrote a film scenario starring Lillian Harvey and himself). They returning to the film on 26 August 1935 inspired "M'a dit Amour" which gres into the cycle that marked the end of Koechlin's 45-year songwriting career. In these songs, Koechlin made no distinction between Lillian's screen and real-life personalities, and her "humorous and whimsical" aspect can be seen in "Le cyclone', where he makes an elaborate play on words between the identical surnames of Lillian Harvey and the Englishman who discovered the circulation of the blood! This point forms the only substantial climax in the cycle. The element of sixteenth-century modal counterpoint that runs through much of Koechlin's film music can clearly be seen in the linean "M'a dit Amour", and "La naïade" starts with a quotation from Beaujoyeulx's Le Ballet comique de la Royne (1581), including such deliberate archaisms as "cuydois" (think), "emmy" (among) and "souëf" (supple in macaronic conjunction with a Latin paraphrase of Catullus at the close and the Americanisms "lovely" enroute! Elsewhere Koechlin pokes fun at the banal endings of most commercial film scenarios, and compares Lillian to Botticelli's Venus -- all within what must be one of the most unlikely and intriguing compositions of all time. Love told me Love told me, beware of being caught up in your own strings, beautiful one, love told me, beautiful one, beware of falling into your own trap. Love told me, beware lest Love's dart turns around towards you, beautiful one. Love told me -- beware of yourself. "M'a dit" You thought to hold him You thought to hold him and he captured you, you thought you had him prisoner and he held you! You thought to hold him and he captured you, you thought you had him prisoner, you thought you were playing with love, and love captured you, and the harmless game gre into a great love affair. "Fatum" Man can do nothing against Love, nor Woman either. Here is why, O Gladys the swimmer. . . your fate appears to me as clear as the marvelous clear water in which your body plays like a fluid, serene naiad Woman can nothing against Love, nor Man either.