Suit & Tie
Nathan Koehlert featuring
Ben Young
Greg Berg, piano
Friday, April 21, 2023 | 7:30p.m.
H. F. Johnson Recital Hall
Your Awful Voice, from The Tempest
Henry Purcell (1659-1695) Turn Then Thine Eyes, from The Fairy Queen
Nathan Koehlert, Voice
Next winter comes slowly, from The Fairy Queen
Ben Young, Voice
Henry Purcell (1659-1695)
Un Aura Amorosa from Cozi fan tutti Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791)
Dentro il mio petto from La Finta Giardiniera
Nathan Koehlert, Voice
Deh vieni alla finestra, from Don Giovanni Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791) Bois Epais, from Amadis Jean-Baptiste Lully (1632-1687)
Ben Young, Voice
Mandoline Gabriel Faure (1845-1924)
Lydia
Chanson D’amour
Nathan Koehlert, Voice
Winterreise Franz Schubert (1797-1828)
5. Der Lindenbaum
13. Die post
15. Die krähe
Ben Young Voice
Auf Ein Altes Bild Hugo Wolf (1860-1903)
Der Gärtner
Verborgenheit
Nathan Koehlert, Voice
Let Us Garlands Bring Op. 18
1. Come Away, come away death
2. Who is Silvia?
3. Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
Ben Young, Voice
From Seven Elizabethan Songs, Op. 12
My Life’s Delight
Weep You No More
Fair House of Joy
Nathan Koehlert, Voice
Sound the Trumpet from Come, Ye Sons of Art
Ben Young, Voice
Nathan Koehlert, Voice
Gerald Finzi (1901-1956)
Roger Quilter (1877-1953)
Henry Purcell (1659-1695)
Nathan Koehlert is a junior Music Performance Major. He has been in the Carthage choir for 3 years. He has also performed in the Opera Workshop class for 2 semesters. He has been in “Birds of a Feather” and “O Joy, O Rapture Unforeseen: A Gilbert and Sullivan Gala”. He would like to thank his family, friends, and most importantly Greg for pushing him to where he is today.
This recital is given in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the B.A. in Music: Vocal Performance. Nathan Koehlert is a student of Greg Berg.
Ben Young is a junior Vocal Performance and Music Composition Major. He has been in Carthage Choir for 3 years. He has also been in two Opera Workshop performances “Women and Children” and “O Joy, O Rapture Unforeseen: A Gilbert and Sullivan Gala.” Ben would like to thank his friends and family, all his music teachers from past and present, and especially Greg for being a great and amazing voice teacher.
This recital is given in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the B.A. in Music: Vocal Performance. Ben Young is a student of Greg Berg.
Un Aura Amorosa (A Breath of Love)
A breath of love
From our treasures Will afford our hearts Sweet sustenance. A heart nourished
On the hope of love Has no need Of greater inducement.
Dento Il Mio Petto (Inside my Chest)
Within my breast I hear the sweet sounds of flute and oboe. What joy and contentment, to which a greater pleasure cannot hold a candle save that of sheer ecstasy.
But, o God! Suddenly, the harmony changes and makes my heart tremble. The violas enter into the fray and torment me with a gloomy air. A great noise suddenly erupts: kettledrums, trumpets, bassoons, contrabass all combine and cause me to despair.
Deh vienna all finestra (Come to the window)
Come to the window, O my dearest love And all my lonely sorrows senseless prove. If you refuse such loving charity, Before your eyes my lonely death you’ll see!
Dear girl, possessed of lips as honey sweet, And heart that with a secret love does beat, Don’t give yourself, my love, to crueltyHave mercy, and reveal yourself to me!
Bois epais (Deep Woods)
Deep woods, increase your shade; You could not be dark enough, You could not conceal too well My unhappy love.
I feel a despair
Whose horror is extreme, I am to see no longer what I love, I want no longer to bear the light of day.
Mandoline (Mandolin)
The gallant serenaders and their fair listeners exchange sweet nothings beneath singing boughs.
Tirsis is there, Aminte is there, and tedious Clitandre too, and Damis who for many a cruel maid writes many a tender song.
Their short silken doublets, their long trailing gowns, their elegance, their joy, and their soft blue shadows
Whirl madly in the rapture of a grey and roseate moon, and the mandolin jangles on in the shivering breeze.
Lydia (Lydia)
Lydia, on your rosy cheeks, And on your neck, so fresh and white, Flow sparklingly
The fluid golden tresses which you loosen.
This shining day is the best of all; Let us forget the eternal grave, Let your kisses, your kisses of a dove, Sing on your blossoming lips.
A hidden lily spreads unceasingly A divine fragrance on your breast; Numberless delights Emanate from you, young goddess,
I love you and die, oh my love; Kisses have carried away my soul! Oh Lydia, give me back life, That I may die, forever die!
Chanson D’amour (Love Song)
I love your eyes, I love your brow, O my rebel, O my wild one, I love your eyes, I love your mouth Where my kisses shall dissolve.
I love your voice, I love the strange Charm of all you say, O my rebel, O my dear angel, My inferno and my paradise.
I love your eyes, I love your brow, O my rebel, O my wild one, I love your eyes, I love your mouth Where my kisses shall dissolve.
I love all that makes you beautiful From your feet to your hair, O you the object of all my vows, O my wild one, O my rebel.
I love your eyes, I love your brow, O my rebel, O my wild one, I love your eyes, I love your mouth Where my kisses shall dissolve.
Der Lindenbaum (The Linden Tree)
By the well, before the gate, stands a linden tree; in its shade I dreamt many a sweet dream.
In its bark I carved many a word of love;
in joy and sorrow
I was ever drawn to it.
Today, too, I had to walk past it at dead of night; even in the darkness I closed my eyes.
And its branches rustled as if they were calling to me: ‘Come to me, friend, here you will find rest.’
The cold wind blew straight into my face, my hat flew from my head; I did not turn back.
Now I am many hours’ journey from that place; yet I still hear the rustling: ‘There you would find rest.’
Die post (The Post)
A posthorn sounds from the road. Why is it that you leap so high, my heart?
The post brings no letter for you. Why, then, do you surge so strangely, my heart?
But yes, the post comes from the town where I once had a beloved sweetheart, my heart!
Do you want to peep out and ask how things are there, my heart?
Die krähe (The Crow)
A crow has come with me from the town, and to this day has been flying ceaselessly about my head.
Crow, you strange creature, will you not leave me? Do you intend soon to seize my body as prey?
Well, I do not have much further to walk with my staff. Crow, let me at last see faithfulness unto the grave.
Auf Ein Altes Bild (On an Old Painting)
In the summer haze of a green landscape, By cool water, rushes and reeds, See how the Child, born without sin, Plays freely on the Virgin’s lap!
And ah! growing blissfully there in the wood, Already the tree of the cross is turning green!
Der Gartner (The Gardener)
On her favourite mount, As white as snow, The loveliest princess Rides down the avenue. On the path her horse
Prances so sweetly along, The sand I scattered
Glitters like gold.
You rose-coloured bonnet, Bobbing up and down, O throw me a feather
Discreetly down!
And if you in exchange
Want a flower from me, Take a thousand for one, Take all in return!
Verborgenheit (Seclusion)
Let, O world, O let me be!
Do not tempt with gifts of love, Let this heart keep to itself Its rapture, its pain!
I do not know why I grieve, It is unknown sorrow; Always through a veil of tears
I see the sun’s beloved light.
Often, I am lost in thought, And bright joy flashes
Through the oppressive gloom, Bringing rapture to my breast.
Let, O world, O let me be!
Do not tempt with gifts of love, Let this heart keep to itself Its rapture, its pain!
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