Mateen Milan, bassoon, April 2, 2021

Robert Blocker, Dean April 2, 2021 7:30 pm | Morse Recital Hall in Sprague Memorial Hall

master of music degree recital

Mateen Milan bassoon

William Grant Still 1895–1978 arr. Alexa Still

Three Songs for bassoon and piano Bayou Home (1944) If You Should Go (1949) Song for the Lonely (1953) Minji Nam, piano

Margaret Bonds 1913–1972 arr. Mateen Milan

Three Dream Portraits (1959) I. Minstrel Men II. Dream Variations III. I, Too Minji Nam, piano

Florence Price 1887–1953 arr. Milan

Adoration (1951) Andrew Sledge, bassoon Eleni Katz, bassoon Katia Osorio, bassoon Tamara Snyder, bassoon Mathew Matheny, bassoon intermission

Adolphus Hailstork b. 1941

Bassoon Set for solo bassoon (1996) I. Moderato con anima II. Vivo III. Lento e teneramente IV. Allegretto

Joel Thompson b. 1988 arr. Milan

“Totentanz” from My Dungeon Shook: Three American Preludes (2020) Minji Nam, piano

Ulysses Kay 1917–1995

Sonata for bassoon and piano (1941) Minji Nam, piano

Jeff Scott b. 1967

Elegy for Innocence for bassoon and piano (2009) Minji Nam, piano

This performance is in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the master of music degree.

Three Dream Portraits Poems by Langston Hughes I. Minstrel Man

III. I, Too

Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think I suffer after I have held my pain So long?

I, too, sing America.

Because my mouth Is wide with laughter, You do not hear My inner cry?

Because my feet Are gay with dancing, You do not know I die?

Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes.

Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then.

II. Dream Variations To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done.

Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me— That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl!

Till the quick day is done.

Rest at pale evening . . .

A tall, slim tree . . .

Night coming tenderly Black like me.

I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.

Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America.