Sew My True Love (Jubilee) was commissioned by mezzo Devony Smith and pianist Danny Zelibor for their debut album In This Short Life, along with “The Sake of You.” Devony and Danny are both treasured collaborators, most frequently performing an artsong of mine called “Mary’s Song” from the song cycle As He Is Mine. Taking the Scottish text of “Mary’s Song” as inspiration, I dove into Appalachian folk song lyrics, for a musical lineage is traceable from Appalachia to Scotland and other parts of the British Isles (in addition to African and indigenous traditions). For many years, Jean Ritchie has been one of my favorite collectors and performers of American folk music. I dove deep into her catalogue and found the two texts that became these artsongs (and many more I hope to set in the future). Of special musical interest in this song is the engagement of a drone—here defined as a pitch or group of pitches sounding constantly throughout a piece of music. As a lover of the simple as an anchor for the complex, I frequently use drones in my vocal and instrumental music. On an emotional level, I find that a drone communicates an insistence, an obsession, in which I find a lot to say. On the one hand, it is a jail cell, a harmonic prison, and the voice and piano are constantly pushing against the bars. Reharmonizations, dissonances, weaving above and below the drone—nothing is able to move or change it. But on the other, a drone is as much a canvas as it is a wall. These songs are the sounds of a person throwing themself against their own limitations: musical and emotional. Over the course of these songs, the character singing them does not change—they are merely revealed.
– Jake Landau
O, love is teasin’ and O, love is pleasin’
And O, love’s a pleasure when first it is new.
But as love grows older it only grows colder
And fades away like the morning dew.
Come all you fair maids, come now take a warnin’:
Don’t ever you heed what a young man say.
He’s like a star on some foggy mornin’;
When you think he’s near, he’s far away.
I left my father, I left my mother.
I left my brothers and sisters too.
I left my home and my fond dwellin’,
My young man, for the sake of you.
Text collected by Jean Ritchie.
Verses edited, compiled, and ordered by the composer.