Guest Artist Series
Thursday I April 6, 2023 I 7:30 pm
Recital Hall
Mariné Ter-Kazaryan, soprano with Carl Pantle, piano
Les berceaux (The cradles), op. 23, no. 1 (1879)
Après un rêve (After a dream), op. 7, no. 1 (1877)
Clair de lune (Moonlight), op. 46, no. 2 (1887)
O chyom v tishi nochey (What it is, in the still of the night), op. 40, no. 3 (1897)
Prosti! Ne pomni dney paden′ya (Forgive me! Remember not the downcast days), op. 27, no. 4 (1870)
Ne veter, veya s vïsotï (It was not the wind, blowing from the heights), op. 43, no. 2 (1897)
Plenivshis′ rozoy, solovey (The nightingale and the rose), op. 2, no. 2 (1865–66)
Pesnya Zyuleyki (Zuleika’s song), op. 26, no. 4 (1882)
Redeyet oblakov letuchaya gryada (The flying chain of clouds is thinning), op. 42, no. 3 (1897)
C. (abbr. for the commune Cé) (1943)
Métamorphoses (1943)
2. C’est ainsi que tu es (That is how you are)
3. Paganini
Shogher jan (Shogher darling) (1906–07)
Keler, tsoler (Striding, beaming) (1902–06)
Tsirani tsar (The apricot tree) (1902–06)
Gisher er kes (It was midnight)
Ashun (Autumn song) (c. 1912)
Nazanq (Grace)
Les berceaux (The cradles)
Along the quay the great ships, Listing silently with the surge, Pay no heed to the cradles Rocked by women’s hands.
But the day of parting will come, For it is decreed that women shall weep, And that men with questing spirits Shall seek enticing horizons.
And on that day the great ships, Leaving the dwindling harbour behind, Shall feel their hulls held back By the soul of the distant cradles.
Après un rêve (After a dream)
In a slumber charmed by your image
I was dreaming of happiness, that fiery mirage
Your eyes were gentler, your voice pure and ringing, You were beaming like a sky lit up by the dawn.
You were calling me, and I was leaving the earth
To flee with you toward the light. The heavens for us were slightly opening their clouds, Unknown splendor, divine radiance glimpsed!
Alas, alas! Sad awakening from dreams, I call you, o night, give me back your lies, Come back radiantly, Come back, o mysterious night!
Clair de lune (Moonlight)
Your soul is a select landscape
That is being charmed by maskers and bergamasks. Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad under their whimsical disguise.
Although singing in a minor key
Of conquering love and seasonable life, They do not seem to believe in their happiness, And their song mingles with the moonlight. In the calm, sad and beautiful moonlight,
That makes the birds dream in the trees And the fountains sob with rapture, The big slender fountains amidst the marble statues.
Nikolai Rimsky-KorsakovO chyom v tishi nochey (What it is, in the still of the night) What I secretly dream about in the quiet of night, What I think about every hour in the light of day Will be a mystery to all. And even you, my verse, you, my windy friend, The delight of my days, to you I will not relinquish the reveries of my soul. But then, you will tell me whose voice in the silence of the night I hear, whose face
everywhere I find, whose eyes shine to me, whose name I keep repeating.
Prosti! Ne pomni dney paden′ya (Forgive me! Remember not the downcast days)
Forgive me! Remember not the downcast days, The days of melancholy, dejection, anger, Remember not the storms, nor the tears, Remember not the threats of jealousy! But those days when the sun of love Rose tenderly above us, And we eagerly traveled on our way: Bless them and do not forget!
Ne veter, veya s vïsotï (It was not the wind, blowing from the height) It was not the wind, blowing from the heights, That touched the leaves on a moonlit night. My soul was touched by you. It trembled, like the leaves; It, like a harp, is multi-stringed.
I was bedeviled by everyday maelstroms And crushing invasions, Whistling and howling, it tore the strings And buried everything under cold snow.
Your voice caresses my ear, Your touch is light, Like a floating flower petals, Like the air of a May night.
Plenivshis′ rozoy, solovey (The nightingale and the rose)
Captivated by the rose, the nightingale
Sings over it day and night; But the rose hears him in silence . . .
Thus another musician with his lyre Sings for the young maiden, While the sweet maiden doesn’t know For whom he sings, and And why his songs are so sad.
Pesnya Zyuleyki (Zuleika’s song)
The lover of the rose, the nightingale, Sent you his dear flower, And with his song he will prepare
To capture your cheerless soul, all night long. He loves to sing in the middle of the night, And his song breathes of melancholy. But, dreaming hopefully, He’ll sing his song merrier . . . And with my secret thought
The sweetness of the song will get to you. And happiness will fall upon your hear. The lover of the rose—the nightingale . . .
Redeyet oblakov letuchaya gryada (The flying chain of clouds is thinning)
The flying chain of clouds is thinning in the sky.
O you, the Evening Star, the star of woe on high, Your beams have turned the autumn plains to silver, The sleeping bay, the peaks of the black cliffs.
I love your feeble gleam there in the heavenly heights; And all my sleepy thoughts were awakened by your light. I do remember you, o star, how you were rising, Above the peaceful land where everything was pleasing, Where slender poplars raised their crowns above the dales, Where tender myrtles slept and cypress in dark veils, Where in the middle of day the songs of waves were haunting.
Long time ago when I was there upon the mountain
Above the sea I dragged my thoughtful laziness, When all the huts were drowned into the sleepiness, A maid who looked for you into the darkness came And to her lady friends she called you by her name.
Francis Poulenc
C.
I crossed the bridges of C. This is where it all began. A song of past times speaks of a wounded knight, Of a rose upon a, road and of bodice unlaced, Of a castle of a mad duke, and of swans in the moat, Of a meadow where comes dancing an eternal fiancé, And like cold milk I drink the long lay of false glory, The Loire carries away my thoughts along with the overturned vehicles. And the weapons defused, and the ill-dried tears. Oh my France, o my abandoned one! I crossed the bridges of C.
C’est ainsi que tu es (This is how you are)
Your flesh of melted soul, tangled hair, Your foot running the time, Your shadow that extends to my temple and whispers, Here, this is your portrait, this is how you are. And I want to write to you, so that the night comes, You can believe and say that I have known you well . . .
Paganini
Violin, seahorse and siren, cradle of hearts, heart of cradles, Tears of Marie Madaleine, breath of Queen Echo!
Violin, pride of light hands, rides a horse on the water. Love of horses sings mysteriously, veil of a praying bird, Violin, woman morganatic, pretty cat running the forest, Well truths of lunatic public confessions corset.
Violin, alcohol of a soul in pain, preference of muscles of the night. Shoulders of sudden seasons, leaf of oak tree, mirror, Violin, knight of silence, play, escape of good times, Breast of thousands of audiences, Boat of pleasures, hunter.
Komitas
Shogher jan (Shogher darling)
It’s cloudy, but not snowing, Shogher darling, He doesn’t come home from the mountain; Shogher darling! You-keep swinging, you-keep swaying, Shogher darling, Snow is appearing already beneath the clouds, Shogher darling. My heart is on fire, Shogher darling,
My eyes cannot sleep. Shogher darling. You-keep swinging, you-keep swaying, Shogher darling, Snow is appearing already beneath the clouds, Shogher darling.
Keler, tsoler (Striding, beaming)
Striding, beaming, that’s my beloved, In the sun striding, beaming, my beloved. At home in the mountains, Lonesome and alone, blond boy! Keep shining, sun!
But you, leave the sun, come on, boy!
Striding, beaming, that’s my beloved, By the spring striding, beaming, my beloved. Across the green brook, Across the familiar brook, come on, boy! Come across the meadow, Through the dew, come here, blond boy!
Tsirani tsar (The apricot tree)
Apricot tree, don’t bear any fruit, alas! Don’t rouse your branches to touch one another, alas! And wherever I walk in your shadow, Don’t rouse my sorrow. Ha! Give me, mountains, give them back to me— a cool wind has risen;
The joy in my heart has fallen into the sea. Let this most horrible of years be over, May it never return again— Black grief has wrapped itself around my neck.
Gevork Armenyan
Gisher er kes (It was midnight)
It was midnight when I woke up, Decided to come by your house
I passed through mountains and valleys
A red pomegranate tucked in my bosom.
The moon came out from under the clouds, Its light spread over the valleys, But it was your face, that from your door Lit up the mountains.
I passed and flew over roads and paths,
The cool breezes hit my forehead, But, oh sweetheart, it seemed to me
That the breezes were your kisses.
Romanos Melikyan
Ashun (Autumn song)
On the yellowed fields Autumn has descended, Once again coloring the forest vibrantly, With the cold haze blows the wind, Driving away the yellow leaf…
From the gloomy fields, everyone returns, Sadly to their homes and shacks. With the cold haze blows the wind, Driving away the yellow leaf…
Robert Petrosyan
Nazanq (Grace)
When the evening, with its bluish haze Will descend like a blessing over our town, I will walk happily up the flowery riverbank Towards our graceful willow tree.
Grace, vibration of my soul, You torment my beloved’s heart, Rose and dew, Sweet desire, You are the flower of my soul!
I will reach the willow, and in the clear waters I will gaze at its reflection. But suddenly I will see my beloved instead, My soul will fill with grace.
Grace, vibration of my soul . . .
I’ll turn around, and it is he! Smiling and embracing me, We’ll be giddy with joy and happiness . . . And the world will seem like illuminated Eden, Celestial garden of grace.
Grace, vibration of my soul . . .
Known for her colorful, crystal-clear voice, and dramatic and expressive stage presence, soprano
Mariné Ter-Kazaryan has been performing around the world both as a singer and a pianist since she was a child. She made her debut with the Armenia Philharmonic at the age of five, and her recordings since that age are still aired on Armenian National Radio. She has received warm recognition and high ratings from Russian/Soviet, American, Mexican, and Armenian music critics and professionals. A devoted teacher and a highly sought-after adjudicator and piano collaborator, Ms. Ter-Kazaryan is the chair of the vocal arts department at the Pasadena Conservatory of Music. She also teaches at Pepperdine University Seaver College and Glendale Community College. She previously served as chair of piano department at the Nayiri Center for the Arts.
Most recently, Ms. Ter-Kazaryan recorded art songs by Carlos Guastavino as part of the Latin American composers–themed faculty concert at the Pasadena Conservatory of Music (PCM). Another major project was the recording of the film-concert titled Bel Canto (based on Ann Patchett’s book), in which she portrays the famous opera diva Roxanne Coss. She also performed a solo faculty concert of operatic arias with the Glendale Community College Orchestra, made her debut at Carnegie Hall, and was the featured musical artist on the Life Changes Show on the BBS radio network. Ms. Ter-Kazaryan’s recital highlights have included a solo concert of works by Rachmaninoff, Rimsky-Korsakov, and Tchaikovsky as part of the Glendale College Concert Series, a program she repeated on the Mansions and Music Series of PCM. Other notable concerts and recitals featured operatic arias by Dvořák, Puccini, Catalani, Cilèa, and Bizet; French art songs of different composers; and Armenian art songs, performed on the Enlightenment Music Concert Series.
Ms. Ter-Kazaryan’s extensive operatic experience includes the title roles of Cilea’s Adriana Lecouvreur, Puccini’s Tosca, Dvořák’s Rusalka, Catalani’s La Wally, and Bizet’s Carmen, as well as Leonora and Elena in Verdi’s Il trovatore and I vespri siciliani, respectively, to name a few. She also sang the role of Blanca in the United States and Mexican premieres of Serafina y Arcangela by celebrated Mexican American composer Enrique Gonzales-Medina. As a soloist with orchestra, Ms. Ter-Kazaryan has appeared with the Armenia Philharmonic, University of Southern California (USC) Symphony (now USC Thornton Symphony), Glendale Community College Orchestra, and Nayiri Center for the Arts Orchestra.
A graduate of the Tchaikovsky School of Music in Yerevan with a diploma in piano performance, Ms. Ter-Kazaryan also holds a bachelor’s degree cum laude in piano performance and vocal arts and a master’s degree magna cum laude in vocal arts all from USC. Her teachers and coaches have included Judith Natalucci, Stewart Gordon, Louise Lepley, Margaret Schaper, Svetlana Dadyan, Frank Feta, William Vendice, and Franz Boerlage.
Carl Pantle is a lecturer and collaborative pianist at the University of the Pacific and a recent graduate earning his bachelor’s degree in vocal performance. As a collaborative pianist and vocal coach, he brings to life dozens of operatic and musical theater scores, and his collaborations include those with Tony Award winners Patti LuPone and Laura Benanti.
As a pianist, arranger, and orchestrator in affiliation with the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus, he performed and recorded commissioned works by Stephen Schwartz and Jake Heggie. Pantle maintains a successful voice studio in Oakley, California, and is enthusiastically involved in the arts and arts education in his community.
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