Concert Choir Mastersingers David P. DeVenney and Ryan Kelly, directors
Friday, October 26, 2018 Madeleine Wing Adler Theatre Performing Arts Center 7:30 PM
PROGRAM Aristotle ................................................................................................................. Robert Maggio (b. 1964) When David Heard ...................................................................................... Norman Dinerstein (1937-1982) Four Reveries ....................................................................................................... William Hawley (b. 1950) I. Echo II. Remembrance III. My River Runs to Thee IV. Meeting at Night
Concert Choir
David P. DeVenney, director
Lux aeterna ....................................................................................................... Morten Lauridsen (b. 1943) I. Introitus II. In te, Domine, speravi III. O nata lux IV. Veni, Sancte Spiritus V. Agnus Dei—Lux aeterna
Mastersingers
Ryan Kelly, director
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ORCHESTRA Herold Klein, violin 1 William Binkley, violin 1 Valissa Willwerth, violin 1 Sasha Kislitsyn, violin 1 Aisha Dossumova, violin 2 Jemma Malkasian, violin 2 Liz Shafman, violin 2 Ellen Strange, violin 2 Ken Laskey, viola Marybeth McCarrick, viola Katrina Kelly, viola Richard Amoroso, cello Genevieve Brogdon, cello Rajli Bicolli, cello Nancy Merriam, bass Pat Nugent, bass Allie Finney, flute Isabelle Bender, oboe Zachary Stola, clarinet Meghan Freer, bassoon Felicia Quinn, horn Michael Antonacci, horn Alex Marshall, bass trombone
TEXTS AND TRANSLATIONS Aristotle (Billy Collins) This is the beginning. Almost anything can happen. This is where you find the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land, the first word of Paradise Lost on an empty page. Think of an egg, the letter A, a woman ironing on a bare stage as the heavy curtain rises. This is the very beginning. The first-person narrator introduces himself, tells us about his lineage. The mezzo-soprano stands in the wings. Here the climbers are studying a map or pulling on their long woolen socks. This is early on, years before the Ark, dawn. The profile of an animal is being smeared on the wall of a cave, and you have not yet learned to crawl. This is the opening, the gambit, a pawn moving forward an inch. This is your first night with her, your first night without her. This is the first part where the wheels begin to turn, where the elevator begins its ascent, before the doors lurch apart. This is the middle. Things have had time to get complicated, messy, really. Nothing is simple anymore. Cities have sprouted up along the rivers teeming with people at cross-purposes— a million schemes, a million wild looks. Disappointment unshoulders his knapsack here and pitches his ragged tent. This is the sticky part where the plot congeals, where the action suddenly reverses or swerves off in an outrageous direction. Here the narrator devotes a long paragraph to why Miriam does not want Edward's child. Someone hides a letter under a pillow. Here the aria rises to a pitch, a song of betrayal, salted with revenge. And the climbing party is stuck on a ledge halfway up the mountain. This is the bridge, the painful modulation. This is the thick of things. So much is crowded into the middle— the guitars of Spain, piles of ripe avocados, Russian uniforms, noisy parties, lakeside kisses, arguments heard through a wall— too much to name, too much to think about.
And this is the end, the car running out of road, the river losing its name in an ocean, the long nose of the photographed horse touching the white electronic line. This is the colophon, the last elephant in the parade, the empty wheelchair, and pigeons floating down in the evening. Here the stage is littered with bodies, the narrator leads the characters to their cells, and the climbers are in their graves. It is me hitting the period and you closing the book. It is Sylvia Plath in the kitchen and St. Clement with an anchor around his neck. This is the final bit thinning away to nothing. This is the end, according to Aristotle, what we have all been waiting for, what everything comes down to, the destination we cannot help imagining, a streak of light in the sky, a hat on a peg, and outside the cabin, falling leaves. When David Heard (II Samuel 18:33) When David heard that Absalom was slain, he went up to his chamber over the gate, and wept, and thus he said: Oh my son Absalom, my son, my son, Absalom! would God I had died for thee, Oh Absalom, my son, my son. Echo (Christina Rossetti) Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again tho’ cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago.
Remembrance (Percy Shelley) Swifter far than summer's flight – Swifter far than youth's delight – Swifter far than happy night, Art thou come and gone – As the earth when leaves are dead, As the night when sleep is sped, As the heart when joy is fled, I am left lone, alone. The swallow summer comes again -The owlet night resumes her reign -But the wild-swan youth is fain To fly with thee, false as thou. -My heart each day desires the morrow; Sleep itself is turned to sorrow; Vainly would my winter borrow Sunny leaves from any bough. My River Runs to Thee (Emily Dickinson) My River runs to thee. Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me? My river awaits reply. Oh! Sea, look graciously. I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks. Say, sea, Take Me! Meeting at Night (Robert Browning) The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Introitus Rest eternal grant to them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. A hymn befits thee, O God in Zion, and to thee a vow shall be fulfilled in Jerusalem: Hear my prayer, for unto thee all flesh shall come. Rest eternal grant to them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. In te, Domine, speravi To deliver us, you became human, and did not disdain the Virgin’s womb. Having blunted the sting of death, You opened the kingdom of heaven to all believers. A light has risen in the darkness for the upright. Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us. Let thy mercy be upon us, O Lord, as we have trusted in thee. In thee, O Lord, I have trusted: let me never be confounded. O nata lux O born light of light, Jesus, redeemer of the world, mercifully deem worthy and accept the praises and prayers of your supplicants. Thou who once deigned to be clothed in flesh for the sake of the lost ones, grant us to be made members of your holy body. Veni, Sancte Spiritus Come, Holy Spirit, and send forth from heaven the ray of thy light. Come, father of the poor, come, giver of gifts, come, light of hearts. Thou best of consolers, sweet guest of the soul, sweet refreshment. In labor, thou art rest, in heat, the tempering, in grief, the consolation. O light most blessed, fill the inmost heart of all thy faithful. Without your grace, there is nothing in us, nothing that is not harmful. Cleanse what is sordid, moisten what is arid, heal what is hurt, flex what is rigid, fire what is frigid, correct what goes astray. Grant to thy faithful, those trusting in thee, thy sacred seven-fold gifts. Grant the reward of virtue. Grant the deliverance of salvation, grant everlasting joy. Agnus Dei—Lux aeterna Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, grant them rest. Lamb of God, who takest away the sin of the world, grant them rest. Lamb of God, who takest away the sin of the world, grant them rest everlasting. May light eternal shine upon them, O Lord, in the company of thy Saints for ever and ever; for thou art merciful. Rest eternal grant to them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. Alleluia. Amen.
Concert Choir David P. DeVenney, director Brett Bailey Isabella Bennett Kyleigh Bleacher Ian Brady Spencer Camacho Janna Collins Kathryn Corbino Ian Edge Leanne Frist Stephen Gliatto Matthew Hascha Matthew Hayden Sarah Holderith Daemyung Hyun, bass section leader Jenny Kim Won Kim Sergey Kravets Lauren Longhi, vice president, sopranoo section leader Samuel Loposky Brenten Megee, tenor section leader Felicia Mulé Evan Nelson Isabela Pazdzierski, president, alto section leader Connor Riley Devaney Ross Cassie Rumbough, secretary/treasurer Chase Sanders Jordan Shomper Jennifer Smith Strummer Steele Andrew Walls Olivia Yachnik
Mastersingers Ryan Kelly, director Maeve Bantra
Kiernan Bouman Alexander Brandreth Ben Brubaker Allie Bruch - president Ashlyn Bushey Emily Caplan Andrew Cassell Katherine Clark
Richard Cross – bass section leader Kyla Eryka de Guia Caleb Deutsch Matt Ebersole Nicole Faiola Andrew Gifford Kyle Gombosi Aaron Hungerford Shane Hurley Steven Kendikian Brianna Kislak Sabrina Knapp Taylor Koenigsberg – vice president, soprano section leader Kyle Loedel Mateo Lopez Chad McKenrick Casey Morris Don Nyugen Julie Perri Lauren Ralston Mario Ramirez – secretary/treasurer Kevin Ramsey Kiana Rivera – alto section leader Hollie Roberts Maddie Robinson Mateo Rodriguez Julian Romenek Cassie Rosenfeld Victoria Rybak Emily Salatti William Shaw Kim Sulahian Chris Swantek Sidney Szwarc Joshua Taylor Leetal Tusia Zachary Walter Leka Ward Jeremy Wolfberg Michael Zelno – tenor section leader Ryan Zickafoose Ava Zinno Monica Zheng
UPCOMING WELLS SCHOOL OF MUSIC EVENTS For full event details visit www.wcupa.edu/music or call (610) 436-2739 Saturday, October 27, 2018, 12:00 PM Senior Recital: Christopher Liounis, tuba Jonathan Fowler, director Ware Family Recital Hall Swope Music Building Saturday, October 27, 2018, 2:00 PM Graduate Recital: Evan Bucha, horn Ware Family Recital Hall Swope Music Building Saturday, October 27, 2018, 4:00 PM Senior Recital: Danielle O'Hare, horn Elizabeth Pfaffle, director Ware Family Recital Hall Swope Music Building Saturday, October 27, 2018, 6:00 PM Senior Recital: Daniel Ruggeri, composition Robert Maggio, director Ware Family Recital Hall Swope Music Building Monday, October 29, 2018, 7:30 PM Faculty Recital: Mark Rimple; Baroque lute Mark Rimple, director Ware Family Recital Hall Swope Music Building *Tickets required for this event.
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