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THE FLORIDA STATE UNIVERSITY

College of Music presents

Lincoln High School

Adopt-a-Conductor Concert featuring

Encore and Continental Singers

Scott Leaman, Conductor and Levana

Kari Adams, Conductor

Annika Stucky and Danté Webb, Assistant Conductors

Elizabeth Lajeunesse, Piano

Tuesday, April 18, 2023

7:30 p.m. | Opperman Music Hall

To Ensure An Enjoyable Concert Experience For All…

Please refrain from talking, entering, or exiting during performances. Food and drink are prohibited in all concert halls. Recording or broadcasting of the concert by any means, including the use of digital cameras, cell phones, or other devices is expressly forbidden. Please deactivate all portable electronic devices including watches, cell phones, pagers, hand-held gaming devices or other electronic equipment that may distract the audience or performers.

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Florida State University provides accommodations for persons with disabilities. Please notify the College of Music at (850) 644-3424 at least five working days prior to a musical event to request accommodation for disability or alternative program format.

Lincoln High School Choirs

Scott Leaman, conductor

Encore

Like a River in My Soul arr. Tim Osiek (b. 1978)

Connected Brian Tate (b. 1954)

Ni Wangu (He is Mine) arr. Hal Hopson

Lila Knowlton and Riley Bradford, soloists

Hope is the Thing with Feathers Kenney Potter (b. 1970)

Sweater Weather

Continental Singers

Laudate Pueri Giacomo Puccini

I’m Building Me a Home

The Cloud Victor Johnson (b. 1978)

There Always Something Sings

Paper Cranes

“Adopted” Conductors

Myles Baron, Sarah Burns, Jackson Englund, Justus Evans, Sophia Gannaoui, Gabriela Gaya

Bridg Gorder, Keyaira Henderson, Aydyn O’Brien, Jonahtan Rodriguez, Jeremy Roldan

Magan Sheehy, Shayna Singer, Thomas Thai, Ana Torres, John Valencia-Londono, and Lindsay VanAllen

Ramon Cardenas, Katie Kenkel, and Duncan Matthew, MUE 3492 Teaching Assistants

Encore Personnel

Bryan Alex, Riley Bradford, Maya Brangaccio, Tyler Brown, Eli Carson, Addison Green, Harrison Green

Kenzie James, Lila Knowlton, Eleanor Leaman, Alyssa Maleszewski, Ryan Ruby, Ty Stone, Daelynn Trotman

Continental Singers Personnel

Riley Bradford, Tyler Brown, Eli Carson, Amina Davis, Brooke Edewaard, Devanrae Gentzel

Addison Green, Kenzie James, Gwendolyn Kersey, Eleanor Leaman, Britney Martinez, Adriana McMillian

Hope Mortham, Aanya Pande, Anthony Raya, Ryan Ruby, Courtney Schack, Ty Stone, Daelynn Trotman

Ken Jennings (1925–2015)
(1712–1781)
Anthony
Trecek-King (b. 1975)
Sarah
Quartel (b. 1982)
Reese Norris (b. 1973)
INTERMISSION
“Homegoing”
Levana
Caritas Abundat Michael John Trotta (b. 1978)
Hildegard
von Bingen (c. 1098-1179) Megan Sheehy and Jennifer Perez-Aguilar, soloists Joan Prokopowicz, violin Annika Stucky, conductor
Traditional
Jerusalem Michael McGlynn (b. 1964) Irish Olivia Bahmer, soloist
(1805–1847)
(1797–1856)
Wandl ‘ich in dem Wald des Abends
Fanny Hensel
Heinrich Heine
Stardust B. E. Boykin Brittny Ray Crowell
Shiloh DeFabia, cajon
(1901–1967)
Mother to Son
Gwyneth
Walker (b. 1947)
Langston Hughes
Annika Stucky, conductor

We

(1915–1998)
Lineage Andrea Ramsey Margaret Walker Hailey Swanson, drum Danté Webb, conductor
Greatest
Love, the
Gift Diane White-Clayton Christina Sisson, conga Danté Webb, conductor
Remember Them
Susan LaBarr (b. 1981) Sylvan Kamens and Rabbi Jack Riemer
the Water
Take Me to
Rollo Dilworth (b. 1970)

“How could he explain to Marjorie that what he wanted to capture with his project was the feeling of time, of having been a part something that stretched so far back, was so impossibly large, that it was easy to forget that she, and he, and everyone else, existed in it—not apart from it, but inside it.”

from Homegoing, by

In 2016, Yaa Gyasi released her debut novel, Homegoing. This gripping intergenerational story spans three centuries and powerfully illustrates how the trans-Atlantic slave trade made an indelible impression on individuals, families, and society at large. Through her storytelling, Gyasi urges each of us to recognize how the past is woven into the fabric of the present and reminds us that we stand not as islands, but as integrated parts of time—past, present, and future. Embedded in the story is a vital reminder: When we try to escape or ignore the past, we perpetuate pain and suffering for ourselves, our fellow humans, and all those who come after us. Tonight, it is our great honor to bring Gyasi’s story to life through music.

My aim with this evening’s program is to highlight the work of a Black author who tells a story of the Black experience. The question of “who can tell a story” loomed large in my mind as I curated this program. I was inspired by Gyasi’s work and wanted to bring attention to it, and it is my hope that you receive this program tonight in the spirit it was intended—to amplify these stories and experiences and to remind us of our connection to all of humanity throughout time. I have worked to further highlight Black voices throughout our narrative by programming Black composers (Boykin, White-Clayton, and Dilworth) and Black poets (Crowell, Hughes, and Walker). All the quotes below are Gyasi’s words from Homegoing.

“My grandmother used to say we were born of a great fire.”

Gyasi opens her story with fire, a source of both life and death, healing and destruction.

Caritas Abundat is a modern arrangement of a Hildegard von Bingen chant that depicts fire as a powerful and life-giving force. Next, we use McGlynn’s Jerusalem and Hensel’s Wandl ‘ich in dem Wald des Abends to paint the picture of wandering and displacement Gyasi’s characters experienced in the first generations of her story. As Gyasi moved through the Civil War and Reconstruction into 20th century America, we move into B. E. Boykin’s Stardust. The powerful text of this piece combines Brittny Ray Crowell’s own words with those of Virginia Hamilton’s short story The People Could Fly, in which enslaved individuals regain their ability to fly that had been lost when they were torn from their homes. The text also acknowledges the memories of Ahmaud Arbery (“a home where we can run”), those lost in the Mother Emanuel shooting (“a home where we can pray”), George Floyd (“a home where we can breathe”), and Breonna Taylor (“to sleep and dream without fear”).

“But the girl shook her head, clucked her tongue in distaste. ‘If I marry him, my children will be ugly,’ she declared.

That night, lying next to Edward in his room, Yaw listened as his best friend told him that he had explained to the girl that you could not inherit a scar.

Now, nearing his fiftieth birthday, Yaw no longer knew if he believed this was true.”

NOTES ON THE PROGRAM

Gwyneth Walker’s setting of Langston Hughes’s famous poem Mother to Son begins our next set. We move without pause into Lineage, Andrea Ramsey’s setting of a poem by Margaret Walker. These texts combine to show the ways in which the experiences of the past weave into the present. As Gyasi wrote: “They had been products of their time, and walking in Birmingham now, Marcus was an accumulation of these times. That was the point.”

In the final generations of her story, Gyasi moves toward a theme of healing rooted in a recognition of the past and the ways in which it shapes the present. Gyasi argues that we must recognize the past and then work to rectify it:

“‘We are all weak most of the time,’ she said finally. ‘Look at the baby. Born to his mother, he learns how to eat from her, how to walk, talk, hunt, run. He does not invent new ways. He just continues with the old. This is how we all come to the world, James. Weak and needy, desperate to learn how to be a person.’ She smiled at him. ‘But if we do not like the person we have learned to be, should we just sit in front of our fufu, doing nothing? I think, James, that maybe it is possible to make a new way.”

We begin the healing section of our program with Love, the Greatest Gift, by Diane White-Clayton. Dr. WhiteClayton sets the first seven verses of I Corinthians 13 in a highly rhythmic, powerful composition that she describes as weaving both classical and gospel traditions together with body percussion derived from her African roots. In the context of Homegoing, we see this piece as representative of extending love and compassion to the self—an act of disruption and defiance for marginalized communities.

“Whose story do we believe, then? We believe the one that has the power. He is the one who gets to write the story. So when you study history, you must always ask yourself, whose story am I missing? Whose voice was suppressed so that this voice could come forth?”

Healing requires acknowledgement of the fullness of history. Gyasi reminds us that history is made of stories told “by the victors” as the adage states. Susan LaBarr’s We Remember Them serves as a reminder to seek out and know the lives of those who have gone before us and to allow them to live on through our remembrance of their stories.

“She walked to where he stood, where the fire met the water. He took her hand and they both looked out into the abyss of it. The fear that Marcus had felt inside the Castle was still there, but he knew it was like the fire, a wild thing that could still be controlled, contained.”

Like the fire that opened Gyasi’s story, water can be both life-giving and life-taking. It can create and destroy. It can be a source of fear or joy, death or healing. Gyasi’s story ends where it began—on the coast of Ghana. As her characters move into the water, they experience a sense of healing and connection with the past and with home. We close our program this evening with Rollo Dilworth’s Take Me to the Water, a gospel-style setting that combines Down by the Riverside and Wade in the Water. This piece uses water as a symbol of healing, power, and arrival.

“When he finally lifted his head up from the sea to cough, then breathe, he looked out at all the water before him, at the vast expanse of time and space. He could hear Marjorie laughing, and soon, he laughed too. When he finally reached her, she was moving just enough to keep her head above water. The black stone necklace rested just below her collarbone and Marcus watched the glints of gold come off it, shining in the sun. ‘Here,’ Marjorie said. ‘Have it.’ She lifted the stone from her neck and placed it around Marcus’s. ‘Welcome home.’”

TEXTS AND TRANSLATIONS

Jerusalem

Jerusalem our happy home

Caritas Abundat

I am the great and fiery force That breathes life into all things. I am what awakens and supports life And enkindles all living things. I am the great and fiery force That breathes life into all things. Everything in the cosmos is encircled with my wisdom.

I am the beauty in the fields, The force, that moves like a graceful wind I shine in the waters, and burn in the sun, Glimmering in the stars. Caritas abundant in omnia. Loving tenderness abounds for all

– Hildegard of Bingen

When shall we come to thee. When shall our sorrow have an end. Thy joy, when shall we see?

There’s cinnamon that scenteth sweet; There palms spring on the ground. No tongue can tell, no heart can think, What joy do there abound.

For evermore the trees bear fruit, And evermore they do spring And evermore the saints are glad, And evermore they sing.

There Magdalen she has less moan Likewise there she doth sing; The happy saints in harmony Through every street doth ring.

– Traditional Irish

Wandl’ ich in dem Wald des Abends

Wandl’ ich in dem Wald des Abends, in dem träumerischen Wald, immer wandelt mir zur Seite deine zärtliche Gestalt.

Ist es nicht dein weisser Schleier, nicht dein sanftes Angesicht, oder ist es nur der Mondschein, der durch Tannendunkel bricht?

Sind es meine eignen Tränen, die ich leise rinnen hör, oder gehst du, Liebste, wirklich weinend, neben mir einher, neben mir

When I wander in the evening woods

When I wander in the evening woods, In the dream-like woods, Ever at my side wanders Your tender form.

Is this not your white veil?

Is this not your mild face?

Or is it only moonlight

Breaking through the darkness of the firs?

Is it my own tears

That I hear softly running?

Or are you, beloved, truly walking here, Weeping close beside me?

If we are only stardust

Let your names reach to the sky above us Like petals wafting on a breeze we lift you up beyond our reach

Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe

Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe

Amen! we say your names

If we are only stardust

May your blood never be in vain

Like petals wafting on a breeze we lift you up beyond our reach

Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe

Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe

Amen! we say your names

Each day we grieve another face

Maybe all this stardust will carry us home one day

To a home where we can run A home where we can pray A home where we can breathe to sleep and dream without fear is justice this far away

we cry your names for the strength to keep on fighting with the hope that you are flying

Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe stardust

– Brittny Ray Crowell

Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor Bare.

…no crystal stair.

But all the time I’se been a climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back Don’t you set down on the steps ‘Cause you find it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now—

For I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Stardust

Lineage

My grandmothers were strong. They followed plows and bent to toil. They moved through fields sowing seed. They touched the earth and grain grew. They were full of sturdiness and singing.

My grandmothers are strong.

My grandmothers are full of memories.

Smelling of soap and onions, and wet clay, With veins rolling roughly over quick hands They have many clean words to say. My grandmothers were strong. Why am I not as they?

We Remember Them

At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer; At the op’ning of the buds and in rebirth of spring; At the rising of the sun and at its going down; We remember them.

At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter;

At the rustling of the leaves and beauty of autumn time;

At the start of the year and when it ends; We remember them.

As long as we live, they too will live, As long as we live, they are apart of us, they will live. As long as we live, we remember them.

Love, The Greatest Gift

If I speak with impressive words in languages of the heaven and the earth what gain have I without love

If my mind can comprehend complexities to the greatest end what gain have I without love

If I have power to preach and to pray and faith moving mountains out of my way

If I give all my wealth away

Without love I gain nothing

Love is patient, Love is kind, healing the heart, freeing the mind Love will not rejoice with injustice

Love gives, Love serves

Not rude or demanding gives hope and understand

The greatest gift is love!

When we are weary and in need of strength; When we are lost and sick at heart; When we have joy we crave to share; We remember them.

As long as we live, they too will live, As long as we live, they are apart of us, they will live. As long as we live, we remember them.

Take Me to the Water

Take me to the water. Take me to the sea. Take me to the river so that my spirit can be free.

Gonna lay my burdens down, down by the riverside. Gonna wade in the water, the water that flows both deep and wide. Oh, take me to the water.

Gonna lay down my burden, down by the riverside. Down by the riverside. Oh, take me to the water.

Gonna lay down my sword and shield, down by the riverside. Down by the riverside. Oh, take me to the water.

Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water. God’s a-gonna trouble the water.

Oh, oh, oh! Take me to the water! Take me to the sea! Take me to the water! Set my spirit free! Oh! Take me, take me, take me, to the water!

-Traditional Spirituals with additional lyrics by Rollo Dilworth

Soprano 1

Sarah Boggs

Julie A. Cruz

Jazzy Ebert

Isabella Giles

Claire Goodwin

Paris Graham

Keyaira Henderson

Candace Jones

Kelly Kennedy

Paige Kinch

Annie Lane

Allison Lee

Amanda Lopez

Mariah Moran

Charlotte Palmer

Lizzie Robertson

Mariangely Rodriguez

Zoe Rue

Keira Schehl

Lydia Shackelford

Levana Personnel

Kari Adams, conductor

Annika Stucky and Danté Webb, assistant conductors

Soprano 2

Ally Albuerne

Callie Allen

Victoria Angiulli

Olivia Bahmer

Sarah Burns

Valerie Caraballo

Rowan Chapman

Julia Chaves

Riley Craft

Shiloh DeFabia

Isabelle Gonzalez

Olivia Klimek

Jayne Margason

Maggie Merrell

Riley Murray

Jennifer Perez-Aguilar

Isabella Pinilla

Elizabeth Rey

Keeley Sawyer

Makayla Sawyer

Megan Sheehy

Hannah Silverstein

Mogale Stewart

Hailey Swanson

Lindsay VanAllen

Madison Zuel

Alto 1

Zoë Ashberg

Gabi Bleam

Cait Couch

Cassandra Cruz

Anabella Ellis

TJ Escarment

Jacqueline Hawley

Alyssa Jiménez

Cassie Jones

Christina Karalis

Jillian Katz

Daisy Palmer

Amelie Saris

Kate Scarborough

Michaela Stiles

Selina Stinnette

Annika Stucky

Daira Suster-Sanchez

Caroline Wheeler

Loren Whitaker

Alto 2

Jennifer Carneiro

Morgan Cerra

Ava Cirigliano

Allison Crawford

Sarah Dickson

Gwynne English

Theasamantha Figueras

Emily Fitzgerald

Layne Kearley

Haley MacDonald

Gloria Morales

Jackie Myers

Jordyn Myers

MitchPaelle Quetant

Mattia Reformato-Santoro

Emma Robbins

Corinne Rodamaker

Kristin Spengler

Olivia Tiseo

Cierrah Touchstone

Liliana Watson

Danté Webb

Sierra Youngblood

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