Pacific Choirs
University Chorus
Darita Seth, conductor
Monica Adams, collaborative pianist
Pacific Singers
Darita Seth, conductor
Patricia Grimm, collaborative pianist
Sunday, September 24, 2023 2:30 pm
Faye Spanos Concert Hall
“ATMOSPHERIC RIVERS”
SEPTEMBER 24, 2023, 2:30 PM
Let the River Run (1988; 1989)
Huey Chan, shaker
Casey Kim, bongos
Matthew Kulm, congas
Combined Pacific Choirs
太湖船 Boat on Tai Lake (2013)
Hasina Torres, cello University Chorus
Carly Simon (b. 1943) arr. Craig Hella Johnson
An Wasserflüssen Babylon (before 1723) River (1971; 2023)
Hasina Torres, cello Molly Bolewski, conductor
Traditional Taiwanese arr. Reed Criddle
My Soul Is a River (2004)
Ian Orejana, tenor
Jordan Yang, soprano Pacific Singers
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685–1750)
Joni Mitchell (b. 1943) arr. Darita Seth
University Chorus
Ben Allaway (b. 1958)
Water Night (1995)
Lament, from Earth Symphony (2022)
Rivers of Light (2014)
Alexis Bondoc, alto
Karlie Makhoul, alto
Landon Horstman, bass Pacific Singers
Eric Whitacre (b. 1970)
Jake Runestad (b. 1986)
Eriks Esenvalds (b. 1977)
More Waters Rising (2016)
Molly Bolewski, conductor University Chorus
I’ve Been in the Storm So Long (2006)
Elizabeth Neumeyer, alto
Michell Miracle, soprano Pacific Singers
Gather at the River (1864; 2017)
Christopher Penn, tenor
Walker Austin, bass
Mia Janosik, alto
Michael Megenney, tenor
Combined Pacific Choirs
Saro Lynch-Thomason (b. 1986) arr. Saunder Choi
Traditional Spiritual arr. Jeffery Ames
Robert Lowry (1826–1899) arr. Stacey Gibbs
Simon: Let the River Run
Let the river run
Let all the dreamers wake the nation
Come, the New Jerusalem Silver cities rise
The morning lights the streets that lead them
And sirens call them on with a song
It's asking for the taking
Trembling, shaking
Oh, my heart is aching
We're coming to the edge
Running on the water
Coming through the fog
Your sons and daughters
Traditional Taiwanese: 太湖船 Boat on Tai Lake
The green mountains and gleaming water are restfully still; A gust of wind blows on the surface of the lake. Row, oh row, forward, oh forward.
At dusk, there are few people out; The reflection of the moon on the surface of the water undulates. Row, oh row, forward, oh forward.
Water plants abound on the bank of Tai Lake; Breezes waft the fragrance of reeds and flowers. Row, oh row, forward, oh forward.
—Carly SimonThe setting sun is reflected in the water’s image and the moun-tains’ glow. The surface of the lake slightly shows the sail’s reflection. Row, oh row, forward, oh forward.
Bach:
An Wasserflüssen Babylon
In Babylon by water-streams
We sat in sorrow reeling; As Zion filled our thoughts and dreams, We wept with heartfelt feeling; We hanged aloft with heavy heart
The harp and organ's goodly art, Upon the willows mournful
That in that people's country stand; We suffered daily at their hand Abuse and slander scornful.
—Psalm paraphrase
Mitchell: River
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh, I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly
Oh, I wish I had a river
I could skate away on I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby say goodbye
It's coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
Singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
—Joni MitchellAllaway: My Soul Is a River
My soul is a river windin’ thru a weary land. Let justice roll down like waters, righteousness like a mighty stream washing over thirsty land. and slander scornful.
—Amos 5:24 and Ben Allaway
Whitacre: Water Night
Night with the eyes
Of a horse that trembles in the night Night with eyes of water
In the field asleep is in your eyes
A horse that trembles is in Your eyes of secret water. Eyes of shadow-water, Eyes of well-water, Eyes of dream-water. Silence and solitude, Two little animals moon-led, Drink in your eyes,
Drink in those waters. If you open your eyes, night opens doors of musk, The secret kingdom of the water opens Flowing from the center of the night. And if you close your eyes, A river, a silent and beautiful current, fills you from within Flows forward, darkens you Night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul
—Octavio Paz, adapted Eric Whitacre, trans. Muriel Rukeyser
Runestad: Lament, from Earth Symphony
Sleep now my children, now your days are done. Nevermore shall you adore the setting of the sun. Sleep now, forever, lofted in time. No seraphim to rouse thee, no carillons to chime.
Mirabilia! Never shall I dare to dream a dream so bright.
—Todd BossEsenvalds: Rivers of Light
winter night, the sky is filled with symphony of light, the sky is flooded with rivers of light. the doors of heaven have been opened tonight. from horizon to horizon misty dragons swim through the sky, green curtains billow and swirl, fastmoving, sky-filling, the tissues of gossamer. nothing can be heard.
Light shakes over the vault of heaven,
its veil of glittering silver changing now to yellow, now to green, now to red. it spreads in restless change, into waving, into many-folded bands of silver.
it shimmers in tongues of flame, over the very zenith it shoots a bright ray up until the whole melts away as a sigh of departing soul in the moonlight, leaving a glow in the sky like the dying embers of a great fire
—Sámi folk songs and writings of Candace Savage, Kari Kaila, Charles Francis Hall, William Reed, and Fridtjof Nansen
Thomason: More Waters Rising
There are more waters rising, this I know.
They will find their way to me. There are more fires burning, this I know.
There are more mountains falling, this I know.
I will wade through the waters, this I know.
When they find their way to me. I will walk through the fires, this I know. I will rebuild the mountains, this I know. There are more waters rising, this I know.
They will find their way to me.
—Saro Lynch-ThomasonTraditional Spiritual: I've Been in the Storm So Long
I've been in the storm so long. I've been in the storm so long, children. I've been in the storm so long. Oh, give me little time to pray. Oh, let me tell my mother how I came along.
Lowry: Gather at the River
Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river; Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and worship ever, All the happy golden day.
Oh, give me little time to pray. With a hung down head and an aching heart. Oh, give me little time to pray.
Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we ev'ry burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown.
Soon we'll reach the shining river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace.
—Robert Lowry