Musicians
Town musicians were known as Waits. They were the equivalent to that of a modern town’s band. The Waits have been in existence as far back as the medieval period. The role of the Waits were to perform at public occasions of the viewing pleasure of the town. They were to play original composed music.
Street musicians or traveling minstrels were looked down upon. They were feared and soon grew out of style and were replaced by the tavern and theater musician. Street music was common to be heard at markets and fairs. The music was usually light and quick. They performed using fiddles, lutes, recorders, and small percussion instruments attracting crowds whenever they played. The songs they played and sang were traditional favorites, “a far cry from the sophisticated and refined music of the Elizabethan court."
Theater became increasingly popular when music was added. Location on stage meant everything to a theater musician. The location gave certain effects to the sound produced. This could the impression of distance or providing an atmosphere to the plays and performances done. Theater music became even more popular with the rise of William Shakespeare in 1556.
Read more about this topic: Music In The Elizabethan Era
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