Complete Series: 3636
Rackham Auditorium, Ann Arbor, Michigan
The University Musical Society
The University of Michigan
MezzoSoprano MARTA LE ROUX at the Piano
Sunday Evening, January 5, 1969, at 8:30 Rackham Auditorium, Ann Arbor, Michigan
Vado, ma dove (da Ponte)..........W. A. Mozart
(From Martin's "II Burbero di buon core")
Chi sa, chi sa, qual sia...........W. A. Mozart
What is my swain's affliction Is it jealousy, indifference or suspicion
You Gods, who afford protection, look down and fill my aching heart with peace.
Parto, ma tu ben mio, from "La Clemenza di Tito" . . . . W. A. Mozart
I go, but you, by love, make peace with me. Just look at me and I will forget everything; I shall fly to avenge you. Oh Gods, what power you have given to beauty!
In der Fremde............Robert Schumann
I hear the brooks rippling all through the forest; amid these forestmurmurs I know not where I am. The nightingales are calling through this solitude as if they wanted to tell of beautiful times long past. The moonbeams flicker as if I saw below me the castle in the valley--yet it lies so far from here! As though in the garden full of white and red roses my love were awaiting me--yet she died long ago.
I carry your wondrous image in the depths of my heart, And every hour it looks up at me so merry and bright. My heart sings softly to itself a sweet old song Which rises on the wind, and flies swiftly to you.
Im Walde.............Robert Schumann
A weddingparty passed by the hillside;
I heard the birds singing;
many horsemen flashed by, the horn sounded--
It was a merry hunt.
And before I realized it, all was gone.
Night covers all around
only the forest still soughs from the mountain--
and my heart shudders within me.
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It seemed as though serenely
By heaven the earth were kissed That she, so bright and queenly Must dream of heavenly rest. The breeze was lightly straying Through corn fields waving light.
The forest leaves were sighing And starlit was the night. And my rapt soul her pinions In eager joy out spread And over Earth's dominions As homeward on she sped.
Gretchen am Spinnrade.......
My rest is gone, my heart is saddened.
I watch only for him from my window.
His form is so noble, his bearing so high,
his smile so radiant.
His words bewitch me, and the touch of his hand is bliss.
This heavy heart, now forever without rest,
remembers his kiss.
Franz Schubert Franz Schubert
Nacht und Traiime..........
Holy night, thou are descending, Bringing with thee sweetest dreaming, Like thy moonlight's silv'ry beaming, Flooding ev'ry aching, longing breast, And the soul finds soothing rest; Calling to the early light, "Come again, O holy night, O bring us dreams that have no ending.
Hide yourself, Sun, that the fervor of delight may singe my bones!
Be mute, tones, Beautiful Spring, fly away with me.
Sweet forces spring from every fiber of my being;
they embrace me, with their heavenly singing.
Go under, World, and disturb not the sweet ethereal choir.
Er Ists...............Hugo Wolf
Spring loosens her colors through air; sweet, wellbeloved
scents waft longingly throughout the land.
Violets dream, soon they will blossom.
From afar comes the sound of the Spring itself.
Anakreons Grab.............Hugo Wolf
Here, where the rose blooms and vines twine around laurel,
Where the turtledove calls and the cricket loves to be--
What grave is here, that all the gods have planted and adorned with life
It is Anacreon's restingplace.
The happy poet enjoyed spring, summer, and autumn;
From the winter, at the last, his mound protected him.
Let me be, O world.
Do not tempt me with gifts of love,
Let this heart keep to itself its joy and its sorrow.
I do not know what I mourn for, it is an unknown grief;
only through tears I see the sun's dear light.
Often (I am hardly conscious of it) bright joy flashes
through the gloom that oppresses me,
bringing rapture to my heart.
Let me be, O world!
Do not tempt me with gifts of love,
Let this heart keep to itself its joy and its sorrow.
Mignon--Kennst du das Land......
Do you know the country where the lemon trees bloom,
Where the golden oranges glow, where a breeze wafts from Heaven;
Where myrtle tree stands motionless and laurel grows high
Do you know it There--there would I go with you, beloved.
Do you know the house Its roof rests on columns--
The great hall shine, the rooms glitter, marble statues look at me.
"What have they done to you, poor child" they say.
Do you know the house There--there would I go with you, my protector.
Do you know the mountain with its cloudy path
The mule tries to find its way in the mist,
In caves live ancient dragons: the cliff is steep, over it flow the torrent.
Do you know it There--there must be our way. O father, let us go.
Die Sproede..............Hugo Wolf
A carefree shepherdess sings and laughs at all of the young men who seek to woo her.
Serenade Toscane............Gabriel Faure
Lulled by an enchanted dream
Sleeping quietly in your lonely bed,
Awake, behold the singer,
The slave of your eyes, in the clear night!
Awake, my soul, my dream,
Hear my voice, borne on the breeze,
Singing, sighing through the dew.
My voice sinks to silence unheeded.
Each night renews my martyrdom,
With no shelter but the starry vault
The wind scatters my song, and the night is cold.
In a climax my song dies away,
My trembling lips murmur, "I love you."
I can sing no more. Ah, deign to show yourself.
If I were sure you would not come
I would go away, forget you, beg sleep
To lull me till the red dawn,
Till I could cease to love you.
Clair de lune.............Gabriel Faure
Your soul is a rare picture of charming masqueraders playing their lutes and dancing-but beneath their fantastic disguises, they are very sad. Even as they sing, in the minor mode, of conquering love and the opportunities of life, they do not seem to be enjoying their happy hour.
Their song mingles with the calm moonlight; it is sad and beautiful and causes great and elegant jets of water amidst the marble columns.
May is all abloom. Come, my beloved. Intermingle thy soul with the woods and their shade. The moonbeams sleep at the edge of the waves. The horizon of the world is like the hem of sky's canopy. Come, let all the beauties of nature light up the beauty of thy brow and the love of thy heart.
Le Voyageur.............Gabriel Faure
Voyager, where are you going--walking in the golden dust
"I am going towards the setting sun, so that I can sleep in its light.
It is in the shroud of his fire that I desire to quit the world."
Voyager, hurry your steps, therefore; the star sinks towards the horizon.
"What does it matter--I will go lower to wait at the foot of yonder hill.
And carrying to him my heart--bleeding with faithful love,
I will say to him, "I have suffered too much, O Sun, carry me away."
When you smile, fair love bursts into bloom in your laughter. Jealous fear is gone forever and there is room for trust. When you dream, sleeping sweetly while I guard your repose, I hear you completely disclose your love for me.
Janet Baker, Yorkshireborn mezzosoprano, arrived from London yesterday to begin a scries of concerts with this Ann Arbor debut. Two years ago she sang her first recital in America at Town Hall, and it was so successful she was presented again one month later in Carnegie Hall. Her reputa?tion as a recording artist and appearances with the Melos Ensemble, and the Handel Society and the American Opera Society preceded these recitals.
Miss Baker, while employed in a London bank, began studying voice seriously in 1952 with Helena Isepp. A Kathleen Ferrier award won four years later led to her appearances at the Edin?burgh Festival. In 1966 she sang thirteen performances of Purcell's Dido and Aeneas at Glyndebourne. Many appearances with leading orchestras in Europe established her international reputation.
1968 --INTERNATIONAL PRESENTATIONS --1969
MUSIC FROM MARLBORO, will be the next concert in the Chamber Arts Series, Saturday, February 1, at 8:30.
Program: Sonata No. 2 for Violin and Piano.........Bartok
Songs and Dances of Death.........Moussorgsky
Trio in Eflat for Horn, Violin and Piano, Op. 40.....Brahms
ARTUR RUBINSTEIN, Pianist . . . Wednesday, January 22, 8:30
On sale tomorrow.
GREGG SMITH SINGERS.......2:30, Sunday, January 12
Program: Carols of Death...........William Schuman
Psalm 90 ................Ives
Music for Multidimensional Choirs
Nymphes des Bois.............Des Pres
"Lauda Jerusalem" } from Vespers of 1610.....Monteverdi
Three Contemporary Pieces for Multiple Choirs
The Bells of Rhymney.........SeegerHennagen
This is the Word...........GutiirieMarks
Alice in Wonderland, Suite II...........Fine
Two Philippine Folksongs
Three Folksongs (Swedish, American and Mexican)
HAGUE PHILHARMONIC.......8:30, Friday, January 24
Willem Van Otterloo, Conductor
Program: Symphonische Etude............Andriessen
Symphony in D major, ("Prague").........Mozart
Symphony No. 6 in A major..........Bruckner
UNIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY
BOARD OF DIRECTORS
Gail W. Rector, President James R. Breakey, Jr. Paul G. Kauper
Roscoe O. Bonisteel, VicePresidcnl Douglas D. Crary Wilbur K. Pierpont
Erich A. Walter, Secretary Robbcn W. Fleming Daniel H. Schurz
E. Thurston Thieme, Treasurer Harlan Hatcher Stephen H. Spurr