Faculty Voice Recital - Pittsburg State University

PITTSBURG STATE UNIVERSITY
Pittsburg, Kansas
DEPARTMENT OF MUSIC
Faculty Voice Recital
Wednesday, January 26,2011
McCray Recital Hall
7:30 p.m.
Stella Hastings, soprano
Robert Ensor, piano
with
Matthew Herren, cello
Carol Deats, horn
Robert Kehle, trombone
PROGRAM
Piccola Serenata
Leonard Bernstein
(1918-1990)
I HATE MUSIC!, A cycle of Five Kid Songs (1943)
1. Moderato
II. Allegretto vivace
III. Sostenuto - allegro malta
IV. Can brio
V. Moderato
Leonard Bernstein
Three from Emily
1. How happy is the little stone
2. The martyrs even 'trod
3. Ashore at last
Matthew Herren, cello
Nocturnes
1. The Moon (Shelley)
II. Returning, We Hear the Larks (Isaac Rosenberg)
III. River Roses (D.H. Lawrence)
IV. The Owl (Tennyson)
V. Boat Song (John Davidson)
Carol Deats, horn
INTERMISSION
Persis Vehar
Arnold Cooke
(1906-2005)
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Heitor Villa-Lobos
(1887-1959)
Modinhas e Cancoes, No. 1
2. Lundu da Marqueza de Santos
4. A Gatinha Parda
7. Evocaciio
Estacao Derradeira
Chico Buarque
b. 1944
Todo Sentimento
Chico Buarque
Aguas de Marco
Antonio Carlos Jobim
(1927-1994)
Robert Kehle, trombone
Daniel Warlop, Andrew Slater, Daniel Benitz, percussion
Kyle Ogle, bass
UPCOMING VOICE AREA EVENTS
Sunday, March 6 3:00 p.m.
Sunday, March 13 3:00 p.m.
Monday, March 14 7:30 p.m.
Tuesday, March 29 7:30 p.m.
Friday & Sunday, April 8 & 10
Sunday, May 1 3:00 p.m,
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PSU Choirs Concert
Senior Voice Recital, Brittany Beedle
Senior Voice Recital, Aaron Weatherbie
Senior Voice Recital, Andrew Hayse
Opera Workshop, Scenes program
PSU Choirs Oratorio Concert
www.pittstate.edu/music
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Stella Hastings - Art Song Recital
Texts & Translations
Piccola Serenata (1979), Leonard Bernstein
This song was written " ... with affection from his admiring colleague ... " on August 25, 1979 to
celebrate Karl Boehm's 85th birthday. As Jack Gottlieb explains in his notes regarding the song,
"The nonsense words imply Hassidic vocalizations (perhaps a bit ironically?)."
I Hate Music! A cycle offive kid songs for soprano (1943)
Words & music by Leonard Bernstein© 1988
I.
My mother says that babies come in bottles;
but last week she said they grew on special baby-bushes.
I don't believe in the storks, either!
They're all in the zoo, busy with their own babies!
And what's a baby-bush, anyway!?
My name is Barbara.
II.
Jupiter has seven moons or is it nine?
Saturn has a million, billion, trillion sixty-nine;
And everyone is a little sun, with six little moons of its own!
But we have only one! Just think of all the fun we'd have ifthere were nine!
Then we could be just nine times more romantic!
Dogs would bay 'til they were frantic!
We'd have nine tides in the Atlantic!
The man in the moon would be gigantic!
But we have only one!
III.
I hate music! But I like to sing: la dee da da dee.
But that's not music, not what I call music.
No, sir.
Music is a lot of men in a lot of tails, making lots of noise like a lot of females;
Music is a lot of folks in a big dark hall, where they really don't want to be at all;
with a lot of chairs, and a lot of airs, and a lot of furs and diamonds! Music is silly!
I hate music! But I like to sing: La dee da da dee ...
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IV.
A big Indian and a little Indian were walking down the street.
The little Indian was the son of the big Indian; but the big Indian was not the father of the little
Indian:
You see the riddle is, if the little Indian was the son of the big Indian,
but the big Indian was not the father ofthe little Indian, who was he?
I'll give you two measures: [... punch-line to be sung during the recital!]
V.
I just found out today that I'm a person too, like you:
I like balloons; lots of people like balloons:
But everyorie says, "Isn't she cute? She likes balloons!"
I'm a person too, like you!
I like things that everyone likes:
I like soft things and movies and horses and warm things and red things: don't you?
I have lots ofthoughts; like what's behind the sky; and what's behind what's behind the sky:
But everyone says, "Isn't she sweet? She wants to know everything!" Don't you?
Of course I'm very young to be saying all these things in front of so many people like you;
but I'm a person too! Though I'm only ten years old; I'm a person too, like you!
Three from Emily (1984), Persis Vehar
Poems by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
1. How happy is the little stone
How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on,
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
2. The martyrs even trod
Through the straight pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
A stately, shriven company;
Convulsion playing round,
Harmless as streaks of meteor
Upon a planet's bound.
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Their faith, the everlasting troth;
Their expectation fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
3. Ashore at last
On this wondrous sea,
Sailing silently,
Knowest thou the shore
Ho! pilot, ho!
Where no breakers roar;
Where the storm is 0' er?
In the silent west
Many sails at rest,
Their anchors fast;
Thither I pilot thee, Land, ho! Eternity!
Ashore at last!
Nocturnes (1956) by Arnold Cooke, published 1963
1. The moon, by Percy Shelley (1792-1822) , "The waning moon," published 1824
And, like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass ...
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like ajoyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
2. Returning, we hear the larks (1915), by Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918)
Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lurks there.
Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know
This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -On a little safe sleep.
But hark! joy-joy-strange joy.
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Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks
Music showering on our upturned list'ning faces.
Death could drop from the dark
As easily as song -But song only dropped,
Like a blind man's dreams on the sand
By dangerous tides,
Like a girl's dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there,
Or her kisses where a serpent hides.
3. River Roses, D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
By the Isar", in the twilight
We were wandering and singing,
By the Isar, in the evening
We climbed the huntsman's ladder and sat swinging
In the fir-tree overlooking the marshes,
While river met with river, and the ringing
Of their pale-green glacier water filled the evening.
By the Isar, in the twilight
We found the dark wild roses
Hanging red at the river;
And simmering frogs were singing, and over the river closes
Was savour of ice and of roses;
And glimmering fear was abroad.
We whispered: "No one knows us.
Let it be as the snake disposes
Here in this simmering marsh. "
4. The Owl, by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) , "Song -- The owl", from Poems, Chiefly
Lyrical, published 1830
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits
The white owl in the belfry sits.
When merry milkmaids click the latch
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock has sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Alone and warming his five wits
The white owl in the belfry sits.
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European river flowing
northeast
through western Austria through
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southern Germany to the Danube.
5. Boat Song, by John Davidson (1857-1909), from Plays, as part of "Scaramouch in Naxos,"
published 1889
The boat is chafing at our long delay,
And we must leave too soon
The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,
The tawny sands, the moon.
Keep us, 0 Thetis2, on our western flight!
Watch from thy pearly throne
Our vessel, plunging deeper into night
To reach a land unknown.
Modinhas e Cancoes, No. 1(1938), Heitor Villa-Lobos, published 1942
--translations by Terry Rooney© 2007
Lundii da Marqueza de Santos
Lamento of the Marchioness de Santos
Minha flor idolatrada
Tudo em mim e negro e triste
Vive minh'alma arrasada 6 Titilia
Desde 0 dia em que partiste
Este castigo tremendo
ja minh'alma nao resiste, Ah!
Eu vou morrendo, morrendo
Desde 0 dia em que partiste
Oh my idolized flower
Everything in me is dark and sad
My soul lives devastated 0 Titilia
Since the day that you left
This tremendous punishment
My soul can no longer bear, Ah!
I am dying, dying
Since the day that you left
Tudo em mim e negro e triste
Vive minh'alma arras ada, 6 Titilia!
Desde 0 dia em que partiste
Tudo em mim e negro e triste
Este castigo tremendo, tremendo.
Everything in me is dark and sad
My soul lives devastated, 0 Titilia
Since the day that you left
Everything in me is dark and sad
This is a tremendous punishment,
tremendous.
Minha flor idolatrada
Tudo em mim e negro e triste
Vive minh'almaarrasada 6 Titilia
Desde 0 dia em que partiste
Este castigo tremendo
ja minh'alma nao resiste, Ahl
Eu vou morrendo, morrendo
Desde 0 dia em que partiste
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- Viriato Correa (1884-1967)
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In Greek mythology,
Oh my idolized flower
Everything in me is dark and sad
My soul lives devastated. 0 Titilia
Since the day that you left
This is a tremendous punishment
My soul can no longer bear, Ah!
I am dying, dying
Since the day that you left,
o Titilia ...
Thetis was the wife of Peleus, mother of Achilles.
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A gatinha parda
My little brown kitty
Miaul A minha gatinha parda
Em Janeiro me fugiu,
Quem achou minha gatinha,
Voce sabe? Voce sabe? Voce viu?
Miau!
=annonymous
Meow! My little brown kitty
In January ran away
Who has found my little kitty
Do you know? Do you know? Have you seen her?
Meow!
Evocacao
Evocation
Numa noite estrelada de Maio
Sua boca beijei a sonhar
E 0 perfume do seu quente seio
Pouco a pouco me fez delirar.
Eu senti neste doce momento
Que a vida p'ra mim era 0 amor de voce.
On a starry night in May
I kissed your mouth as in dream
And the perfume of your warm breast
Little by little drove me to delirium.
I felt in this sweet moment
That life for me was the love of you.
Nos seus belos cabelos de ouro
Onde 0 sol se reflete a brilhar
Eu quizera poder nieu tesouro,
Entre eles viver ou morrer,
Mas 0 sonho tao lindo findou-se!
E eu vivo a chorar meu amor por voce.
No horizonte azul deste ceo
Vivo a recordar meu amor.
Sempre tao distante
Do meu triste olhar
Com a ilusao deste amor,
Ahl Da recordacao viverei.
E serei feliz em sonhar
Dentro do amor da ilusao ...
Assim viver, por voce. Ah!
In your beautiful locks of golden hair
Where the sun reflects its brilliance
I would love to be able, my treasure,
To live or die among them.
But the dream, so lovely, ended!
And I live to weep for my love of you.
On the blue horizon of this sky
I live to remember my love.
Always so far away
from my sad glance.
With the illusion of this love
Ahl I wil1live offthe memory
And will be happy in dreaming
Within the love of the illusion
To live thus, for you, Ah!
=Silvio Salema (1901-1976)
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Estacao Derradeira
The Last Station''
Rio de ladeiras
Civilizacao encruzilhada
Cada ribanceira e uma nacao
A sua maneira
Com ladrao
Lavadeiras, honra, tradicao
Fronteiras, municao pesada.
Rio (de Janeiro) of hilly streets
Crossroad of civilizations
each hill a nation
in its own right
with thieves
washer women, honor, tradition,
frontiers, heavy ammunition.
Sao Sebastiao crivado
Nublai minha visao
Na noite da grande
Fogueira desvairada.
Quero ver a Mangueira
Derradeira estacao
Quero ouvir sua batucada, ai, ai
St. Sebastian" pierced by arrows
fog my vision
on the night
of the great bonfire.
I want to see Mangueira''
the last station
I want to hear its rhythm, ai, ai
Rio do lado sem beira
Cidadaos Inteiramente loucos
Com carradas de razao
A sua maneira
De calcao
Com bandeiras sem explicacao
Carreiras de paixao danada
Rio of the side without end
Citizens gone mad
for piles of reasons
in their way
in shorts
with banners without explanations
parade floats of unbridled passion
Sao Sebastiao crivado ...
--Chico Buarque
St. Sebastian pierced by arrows ...
Todo
All the Feelings
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Sentimento
Preciso nao dormir
Ate se consumar
o tempo da gente.
Preciso conduzir
Urn tempo de te amar,
Te amando devagar e urgentemente.
Pretendo descobrir
No ultimo momento
Urn tempo que refaz 0 que desfez,
Que recolhe todo sentimento
E bota no corpo uma outra vez.
I need to not sleep
until the consummation
of our time.
I need to guide
a time to love you,
loving you slowly and urgently.
I intend to discover
in the last moment
a time that remakes the unmade
that collects all the feelings
and puts them in the body once again.
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Station - A Carnival/troupe'
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St. Sebastian - Patron Saint of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Mangueira - another way of describing a Carnival troupe.
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or Samba School.
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I promise to love you
until the love falls
sick, sick ...
I prefer, then, to leave,
in time to make possible
a detanglement of our entanglement.
After having lost you
I find you, surely,
perhaps in a more gentle time,
when we will fall silent and say nothing;
nothing happened.
I will simply follow
as under enchantment by your side.
Prometo te querer
Ate 0 amor cair
Doente, doente ...
Prefiro, entao, partir
A tempo de poder
A gente se desvencilhar da gente.
Depois de te perder,
Te encontro, com certeza,
Talvez num tempo da delicadeza,
Onde nao diremos nada;
N ada aconteceu.
Apenas seguirei
Como encantado ao lado teu.
-- Chico Buarque e C. Bastos
Aguas de Marco
Waters of March (literal translation)
E pau, e pedra, e 0 fim do caminho
E urn resto de toco, e urn pouco sozinho
It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road,
it's a rest of stump, it's a little alone.
It's a shard of glass, it is life, it's the sun
it is a night, it is death, it's the snare, it's the fishhook.
E urn caco de vidro,
E a noite, e a morte,
e a vida, e 0 sol
e 0 laco, e 0 anzol
E peroba
do campo, e 0 no da madeira
Cainga, candeia, e 0 Matita Pereira
E madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira
E 0 misterio profundo, e 0 queira ou nao queira
It's peroba" of the field, it's the knot in the wood,
Calnga", candela", it's Matita Pereira9
It's the wood ofthe wind, falls ofthe ravine
It's the profound mystery, it's the hoped for or not
E 0 vento ventando, e 0 fim da ladeira
E a viga, e ovao, festa da cumeeira
It is the wind blowing, it's the end of the slope
It's the beam, its' the span, the new roof celebration
It is the rain raining, it's the riverbank talk
of the waters of March, it is the end of tiredness
E a chuva
chovendo, e conversa ribeira
Das aguas de marco, e 0 fim da canseira
E 0 pe,
e 0 chao, e a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mao, pedra de atiradeira
E urna ave no ceu, e urna ave no chao
E urn regato, e urna fonte, e urn pedaco de pao
It's the foot, it's the ground, it's the walk on the road,
small bird in the hand, a slingshot stone
It's a bird in the sky, it's a bird on the ground,
it's a creek, it's a fountain, it's a piece of bread
E 0 fundo
it's the bottom of the well, it's the end of the way
in the face the dismay, it's a little loneliness
It's a thorn, it's a nail, it's an edge, it's a point,
it's a drop drip-dripping, it's a bill, it's a tale
do poco, e 0 fim do caminho
No rosto 0 desgosto, e urn pouco sozinho
E urn estrepe, e urn prego, e uma ponta, e urn ponto
E urn pingo pingando, e uma conta, e urn conto
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peroba - a type of wood
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Cainga - a large tree in Brazil's northeast
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candeia - oil-fed portable
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Matita Pereira - a small bird similar to a thrush
region
lamp
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urn peixe, 6 urn gesto, 6 uma prata bri1hando
a 1uz da manha, 6 0 tijolo chegando
a 1enha, e 0 dia, e 0 fim da picada
a garrafa de cana, 0 estilhaco na estrada
It's
it's
It's
it's
a fish, it's a gesture, it's silver shining
the morning light, it's the brick arriving
the firewood, it's the day, it's the end of the trail
the bottle ofliquor, glass broken in the road
Eo projeto da casa, 60 corpo na cama
E 0 carro enguicado, 6 a lama, 6 a lama
E urn passo, e uma ponte, 6 urn sapo, 6 uma ra
E urn resto de mato, na 1uz da manha
It's
it's
It's
it's
the house's design, its' the body in bed,
the car broken down, it's the mud, it's the mud
a footstep, it's a bridge, it's a toad, it's a frog,
a rest of brush, in the morning's light
Sao as aguas de marco fechando 0 verao
E a promessa de vida no teu coracao
E pau, 6 pedra, 6 0 fim do caminho
E urn resto de toco, 6 urn pouco sozinho
E uma cobra, 6 urn pau, 6 Joao, 6 Jose
E urn espinho na mao, 6 urn corte no pe
They are the waters of March closing the summer
it's the promise oflife in your heart
It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
it's a rest of stump, it's a little loneliness
It's a snake, it's a stick, it's John, it's Joseph
it's a thorn in the hand, it's a cut on the foot
Sao as aguas de marco fechando 0 verao,
E a promessa de vida no teu coracao
E pau, 6 pedra, 6 0 fim do caminho
E urn resto de toco, 6 urn pouco sozinho
They are the waters of March closing the summer
It's the promise oflife in your heart
It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
it's a rest of stump, it's a little loneliness
E urn passo, 6 urna ponte, 6 urn sapo, e uma ra
E urn belo horizonte, 6 uma febre terca
Sao as aguas de marco fechando 0 verao
E a promessa de vida no teu coracao.
--Carlos Antonio Jobim
It's a footstep, it's a bridge, it's a toad, it's a frog,
It's a beautiful horizon, it's a tercian fever10
They are the waters of March closing the summer
it's the promise of life in your heart
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febre ter~a - high fever that lasts for three days or malaria fever
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