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UMS Concert Program, March 15, 1981: New York Chamber Soloists --

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Season: 102nd
Concert: Fiftieth
Rackham Auditorium, Ann Arbor, Michigan

New York Chamber Soloists
Helen Kwalwasser, Violinist Harriet Wingreen, Harpsichordist Ynez Lynch, Violist John Solum, Flutist
Fortunato Arico, Cellist Melvin Kaplan, Oboist
Charles Bressler and Frank Hoffmeister, Tenors
Sunday Afternoon, March 15, 1981, at 2:30 Rackham Auditorium, Ann Arbor, Michigan
Concerto in G minor...........Vivaldi
(flute, oboe, violin, cello, and harpsichord) Allegro, largo, allegro
(two tenors, strings, and harpsichord) Eri gia tutta mia
Charles Bressler Chioma d'oro Maledetto sia l'aspetto
Frank Hoffmeister Zefiro torno
Concerto in D major...........Vivaldi
(flute, oboe, violin, cello, and harpsichord) Allegro, largo, allegro
Scherzi Musicali...........Monteverdi
(two tenors, flute, oboe, strings, and harpsichord) Damigella tutta bella Lidia spina
Dolci miei sospiri O Rosetta
Dice la mia bellissima Licori
Concerto in G minor...........Vivaldi
(flute, oboe, and cello) Allegro ma cantabile, largo, allegro molto
Scherzi Musicali...........Monteverdi
(two tenors, flute, oboe, strings, and harpsichord) Fugge il verno La mia turca
Mr. Hoffmeister Quel sguardo sdegnosetto
Mr. Bressler Balletto
102nd Season -Fiftieth Concert Eighteenth Annual Chamber Arts Series
About the Artists
Since 1957 the New York Chamber Soloists have been performing a rich repertoire of chamber works seldom heard because of their diverse combinations. The Soloists' ensemble of voices, strings, winds, and keyboards, performs in combinations of from three to eleven, allowing enormous flexibility in programming. Their repertoire includes song cycles, classical chamber works, contemporary works written especially for them, and recently expanded to include chamber operas--over 250 works extending from the Renaissance period through contemporary music. The Soloists are frequently re-engaged by most concert series across the country. They have made eight European tours which have included performances in the major capitals of Europe, a private concert for the Prince and Princess of Monaco, and appearances under the Cultural Presentations program of the U.S. Department of State. They have appeared at almost every major European international festival, including those in Eastern Europe such as Prague, Dubrovnik, Bucharest, and Warsaw. The Soloists are an integral part of the Vermont Mozart Festival, founded in 1974 in the Burlington-Shelburne area of northwestern Vermont. There they perform fifteen to twenty programs each summer, as well as conducting chamber music workshops and master classes which are attended by talented students from all over the country. A documentary made by CBS about the Festival and the Soloists' activities was shown on nation?wide television in January 1979. On recordings, the Soloists may be heard on the Nonesuch, CRI, Decca, Project Three, and Desto labels.
The New York Chamber Soloists have previously performed in Ann Arbor in 1964 and 1966.
Ann Arbor May Festival, 1981
Wednesday-Saturday, April 29, 30, May 1, 2, in Hill Auditorium The Philadelphia Orchestra
Eugene Ormandy, Conductor Laureate Aldo Ceccato, Guest Conductor Judith Blegen, Soprano Ani Kavafian, Violinist
Gyorgy Sandor, Pianist
The University Choral Union
Faye Robinson, Soprano John Gilmore, Tenor
Katherine Ciesinski, Mezzo-soprano John Cheek, Bass
Wednesday--Ormandy and Blegen; Barber: Second Essay; Mozart: Exultate, Jubilate; Rach?maninoff: Vocalise; Stravinsky: Pastorale; Ravel: Habanera; Tchaikovsky: Symphony No. 5.
Thursday--Ceccato and Kavafian: Rossini: Overture to Semiramide; Bruch: Violin Concerto in G minor; Dvorak: Symphony No. 8.
Friday--Ceccato, Choral Union, Robinson, Ciesinski, Gilmore, Cheek: Mozart: Symphony No. 41 ("Jupiter"); Rossini: Stabat Mater.
Saturday--Ormandy and Sandor: Harris: Symphony No. 3; Bartok; Third Piano Concerto, Concerto for Orchestra.
Series tickets still available at $40, $30, $20, $18; single concert tickets now on sale, from $5 to $15.
"100 Years oi Great Performances"
This brand-new publication of the University Musical Society is available in the lobby this afternoon for your perusal and purchase. In its 208 pages is a wealth of human interest and information, including: a 100th Season Anniversary Guest Book, handwritten greetings from each artist who performed that season; personal letters from nearly 200 artists who share reminiscences of their Ann Arbor performances over the years; a 100-year history tracing the Musical Society's growth from the small "Messiah Club" in 1879 to its present-day stature; and a roster of performing artists who appeared under our auspices from 1879 through 1979.
This anniversarysouvenir book is also available for purchase ($10 per copy) in our Burton Tower office, and at the following Ann Arbor locations: Borders Book Shop, Liberty Music Shop, and Little Professor Book Center.
Burton Memorial Tower, Ann Arbor, Michigan 48109 Phone: 665-3717, 764-2538
CLAUDIO MONTEVERDI (1567-1643) Madrigali and Scherzi Musicali texts
Romanesaa Alas, where is my love, my heart Who has stolen my love and hidden her from me Only desire of honor could give me cause for such grievous sorrow. My love counted for less with me than did ambitious and frivolous desires. Ah, blind and silly world! Ah, cruel fate, that makes me my own executioner!
Eri gihj tutta mia You were already mine, mine that soul and that heart who takes you away from me A new tie of love Oh beauty, treasure, admirable faithful?ness, where are you
You were already mine, Now you are mine
no longer. Oh, oh, mine you are no more. Only to me you turned your beautiful laughing eyes, for me your golden hair spread to the winds. Oh fleeting pleas?ures, oh faithful heart, where are you
You were already mine...
The joy in my face, oh! that you gaze at no longer, my song, my smile is changed to torment. Oh lost sighs, oh vanished pity, where are you
You were already mine..,
Chioma d'oro Golden tresses, beauti?ful treasure, you tie me in a thousand knots, if you tie or untie! Sparkling chosen pearls, if the roses, which you be?deck, are taken away, you wound me! Bright stars shimmering so beautifully when you smile, you kill me! Precious, amorous, beloved coral lips, as you speak you bless me!
0 lovely knot, for which I yearn, 0 sweet outflow of life, 0 happy, my wound!
Maledetto sia I'aspetto Damned be the appearance that burns me, unhappy me, as
1 feel bitter torment as I die, only for you; does my faith help Damned be the appearance that burns me, unhappy me. Damned be the arrow that injured me, I will die from it, so desires my sun, so craves she who ceased to love; what shall I do Damned be the arrow that injured me,
I will die from it.
Wicked woman, alas, my death! Such is the wish of she who hurt me, plays games with my passion, wants me to suffer, to faint; here I will die, on this cruel day. Wicked woman, alas my death! Such is the wish of she who hurt me.
Zefivo torno Zephyr returns and with his sweet accents makes the air kind and unbinds the frozen waves, and murmuring through the green leaves makes the flowers dance in the meadows. With garlanded hair Phyllis and Chlor-is tune their happy songs of love, and from the high hills and deep vales the echoing caves re?double their harmony. Dawn rises more lovely in the sky and the sun pours down more gleaming gold, while Thetis' sky-blue mantle glitters with pure silver. I alone wander through lonely and deserted woods, and, as my fortune commands, now weep, now sing the brightness of two lovely eyes and my torment.
Damigella tutta bella Beautiful maiden, pour that good wine, let drip the ruby red essence of the grape. In my heart I have bitter suffer?ing caused by the deepest love, whether I throw it or I leave it, I drown within its depth. New flame, the more it inflames me, it lights my heart with a new fire, If my life receives no help, ah, I become a volcano. But fresher grows each hour the burning within me. To con?sume me and melt me, such is my lot.
Dolai miei sospivi Sweet are my sighs, sweet my torments. Sweet my desire, and you, sweet songs, and you, sweet tears, remain with God. To the evil one that is gone, wind and sea invite, no longer quarrelsome. Oh, fleeting hours, cruel, hard Love, loves my sorrow. Now my sighs, now my torments; and you, my desire, and you, sweet songs, and you, sweet tears, remain with God.
Dice la mia bellissima Lioori My fair Licoris tells me, when I talk with her of love, that love is a sprite that flies hither and thither and cannot be held nor touched nor seen. And yet if I turn my gaze upon her lovely eyes I see it -but cannot touch it, except within that lovely mouth.
Lidia spina Lydia, thorn in my heart, tear?ing and stinging me with love; at times balming my wound with sweetest nectar and without arti?fice, oh brew of herbs, alleviate my pain. There, where the heart languishes, she extends that soft white hand which takes from me the love and the soul, and gladdens my heart. But if Lydia touches my heart, so sweet a passion fills me that from my eyes a spark escapes me and my strength immediately returns. And in this way both harsh and sweet, Lydia torments and sweetens my heart.
0 Rosetta Oh, little rose, what a rose amid the bright green of your branches. Shamefully you hide like a pure young maiden who is not yet married.
If from the bush that bore you I would pluck you, do not anger. For it is worth so much to be with you, so much my thought would praise you if you had served your purpose. So valued be your color between the hands of she who rules my thoughts, who admires my bosom and my heart but admires not my faithfulness.
Fugge it verno The sorrows of winter now have fled, the spring of Love is back again, all adorned with pretty little flowers. But you return no more, ungrateful Phyllis, pitiless Phyllis, to bring an end to my sorrows. Listen to Zephrus' whispers, see love, throwing its darts, inviting us to a sweet life, a quiet life, a happy life, and you refuse to listen and to see! Without zest, without pity, you remain, hard as a stone. Hear the turtle-dove crying, almost as an afflicted widow who cannot find what she longs for, her errant dearest lover. And you always want to live alone in boredom, turning away from the pleasures of life You know not what a pleasant state to be two instead of one. See, Phyllis, how Amaryllis, her happiness cannot sufficiently praise in being always in Tirsis' arms. How much, Phyllis, will you miss if you disdain this tie!
La mia Tuvoa My Turkesh lady, who has no faith in love, twists her feet if I tell her of my pain. Thus from my double torment, languishing I die. Then aloof she remains, permitting not even the sun to enjoy her beauty. Thus from my double torment, languishing I die. To soften the cruel one is not possible, though I pray with tears and sighs in my pain. Thus from my double torment, languishing I die. Of me she laughs, and the archer spreads poison over all my thoughts. Thus from my double torment, languishing I die. Take this bow, for pity's sake, invincible love, make it not too rigorous. Thus in view of my double torment I no longer die, I no longer die.
Quel sguardo sdegnosetto That disdainful little look, flowing and threatening; that poisonous arrow flies to strike my heart. Beauties after which I crave and from which I am divided, torment me with a glance, heal me with a smile. Arm yourself, eyes, with harsh, harsh severity. Pour upon my heart a rain of sparks. But let not the lip delay to revive me from death. Let those glances hurt me, but heal me with that smile. Beautiful eyes, to arms, to arms, to arms. Rejoice, rejoice, for you I prepare my bosom. Plague me, until I faint. And if by your arrows I remain con?quered, let those glances hurt me, but heal me with that smile.
Balletto: Delia bellezza Let us sing beauty's praises, let us celebrate with happy songs. And you, goddes of love, in the mean?while, your virtues proudly enjoy. Enjoy them, as a great triumph, for your virtues are in store. So nobly today will you shine among us with new glory. Beauty is a ray of heavenly light, almost like a May sun that brings a temperate warmth. Thus in our hearts bloom the flowers of love. He who of this light does not glow, in vain presumes to call himself blessed. What base treasures are gems and gold; and their value falls when compared to beauty. Well knows this, Aleides the strong, himself overcome by two lovely eyes. Although bound by them, he caught the watchdog at Hell's gates. The god of battle, of wrath and fury, well knows when the goddess of love orders him to surrender. Thus his attitude changes, becoming meek and humble. Gazing at her lovely face, he forgets the sword in the welcome of her lovely arms. To honor the goddess whose beauty represents beauty's pride and worth, these noble and lofty souls harmoniously join in our song and, in her honor, conduct in these valleys these dances of love.

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