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Brandon Manson's Senior Recital
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  • 1. Brandon Manson Baritone RavelSchumann Duparc Vaughan Williams Mozart in a Senior Recital
  • 2. MICHIGAN STATE UNIVERSITYCOLLEGE OF MUSIC presents Brandon Manson, Baritone In a Senior Recital assisted by: Roger Pan and ChiaYing Huang, piano In partial fulfillment of the requirement for the Bachelor of Music degree in VoiceDon Quichotte a Dulcinée Maurice Ravel Chanson Romanesque (1875-1937) Chanson Épique Chanson a BoireDie beiden Grenadiere Robert SchumannIn der Fremde (1810-1856)Chanson triste Henri DuparcLa vague et la cloche (1848-1933)La vie antérieureNon piú andrai, farfallone amoroso from Le Nozze di Figaro W.A. Mozart (1756-1791) IntermissionThe Songs of Travel Ralph Vaughan Williams The Vagabond (1872-1958) Let Beauty Awake The Roadside Fire Youth and Love In Dreams The Infinite Shining Heavens Whither must I wander? Bright is the ring of words I have trod the upward and the downward slopeCentral United Methodist Church, at 8 P.M. Tuesday, April 24th, 2012
  • 3.   Maurice Ravel Even though Maurice Ravel (1875-1937) is more widely thought of as an orchestral composer, his small number of mélodies are often performed. This set, Don Quichotte a Dulcinée, is his last. He wrote and orchestrated these songs in competition with Ibert for use in a film of Don Quixote to be sung by the great Chaliapine. Ravel’s set was not chosen, and the composer stopped composing shortly thereafter due to his physical incapacity to do so. The songs are set to three traditional dances: the first is the guijara, the second the zorzica and the third the jota. The meter of these dances drives the text and the story of Don Quichotte. Chanson Romanesque  Were you to tell me that the earth  offended you with so much turning,   speedily would I dispatch Panza:   you should see it motionless and silent.    Were you to tell me that you are weary   of the sky too much adorned with stars,   destroying the divine order,   with one blow I would sweep them from the night.    Were you to tell me that space   thus made empty does not please you,   god‐like Knight, lance in hand,   I would stud the passing wind with stars.    But were you to tell me that my blood   belongs more to myself than you, my Lady,   I would pale beneath the reproach   and I would die, blessing you.    Chanson Épique    Good Saint Michael who gives me liberty   to see my Lady and to hear her,  good Saint Michael who deigns to elect me   to please her and to defend her,   good Saint Michael, I pray you descend   with Saint George upon the altar   of the Madonna of the blue mantle.    With a beam from heaven bless my sword   and its equal in purity   and its equal in piety   as in modesty and chastity: my Lady 
  • 4.   (O great Saint George and Saint Michael)   the angel who watches over my vigil,   my gentle Lady so much resembling   Maurice Ravel you, Madonna of the blue mantle!   Amen.    Chanson a Boire  A fig for the bastard, illustrious Lady,   why to shame me in your sweet eyes,   says that love and old wine   will bring misery to my heart, my soul!    I drink to joy!   Joy is the one aim   to which I go straight…  when I am drunk!    A fig for the jealous fool,   dark‐haired mistress,   who whines, who weeps and vows     ever to be this pallid lover   who waters the wine of his intoxication!    I drink to joy!   Joy is the one aim   to which I go straight…  when I am drunk!    Translations by Pierre Bernac     
  • 5.   Robert Schumann (1810-1856) is an enormous figure in German lied and is Robert Schumann considered by many to be the most romantic of the romantic composers. He was a major force in the progression of formal and harmonic structure in Germany and his output was tremendous. His works for voice include two Liederkreis cycles that are very frequently performed. His piano works include many concertos and sonatas, one of the most famous and recognizable being his Carnaval. These piano works were composed for the love of his life: Clara Wieck. She would eventually become Clara Schumann after a long court battle with her father. This is one of the most famous love stories in musical history and had a great impact on the literature. Die beiden Grenadiere  1840­ poem by Heinrich Heine    Toward France moved two grenadiers,   who were captured in Russia.  And when they came into the German quarter,  they let their heads hang.  There they both heard the sad tidings that France was lost,   the valiant army   had been defeated and routed,   and the Emperor – the Emperor! – captured.  The grenadiers wept together at the pitiful news.  One of them said:   “What pain I am feeling! How my old wound is burning!”  The other one said:   “The song is over,   I too would like to die with you,   but I have a wife and child at home,   who without me will perish.”  “What do I care for wife or child,   I want something far greater;   let them beg when they’re hungry –   my Emperor, my Emperor captured!  Grant me this request, brother:   when I die now,   take my body to France and bury me in the French soil.   Place over my heart the cross of honor with the red ribbon;  put my musket in my hand and gird my sword about me.   So I will lie and listen quietly, like a sentry, in the grave,   until someday I hear the roar of cannon and the hoof‐beats of neighing horses.  Then my Emperor will no doubt ride over my grave,   many swords will be clanking and flashing;  then I shall rise up armed forth from the grave   to defend the Emperor, my Emperor!” 
  • 6.   In der Fremde  From Liederkreis (Op.39, No.1) 1840, Poem by Freiherr von Eichendorff    The clouds come this way from my homeland, behind the red flashes of lightning;   but Father and Mother are long since dead;   no one there knows me anymore.    How soon, ah how soon the quiet time will come when I too shall rest;   and above me the forest will rustle in its beautiful solitude;   and no one here will know me anymore either.    Translations by Beaumont Glass  Duparc (1848-1933) is an enigmatic composer in the French literature. He studied Henri Duparc with César Franck and his songs reflect very much the Wagnerian influence of the time. Unfortunately, Duparc also suffered from an intense nervous disorder, which eventually led to him destroying all but sixteen of his songs. Of his circle of composers, all of whom revered Wagner, his music most reflects that of Wagner’s. His extensive orchestral colors set him apart from his peers, and the poetry he set was chosen in a discerning fashion. This set is constructed to give a brief overview of his work in chronological order.   Chanson triste  Poem by Jean Lahor    In your heart the moonlight sleeps,  gentle summer moonlight,  and to escape from the stress of life  I will drown myself in your radiance    I will forget past sorrows,  my love, when you cradle  my sad heart and my thoughts  in the loving peacefulness of your arms    You will take my aching head  Oh! Sometime upon your knee,  and will relate a ballad  that seems to speak of ourselves.    And in your eyes full of sorrows,  in your eyes then I will drink  so deeply of kisses and of tenderness  that, perhaps, I shall be healed… 
  • 7.   La vague et la cloche Henri Duparc Poem by François Coppée    Once, laid low by a potent drink  I dreamed that amid the waves and the roar of the sea,  I rowed without a ship’s lantern in the night,  Mournful oarsman, with no more  hope of reaching the shore.    The ocean spat its foam on my brow,  and the wind froze me to the entrails with horror.  The waves crashed down like walls  with that slow rhythm punctuated   with silence.    Then all changed. The sea and its  dark conflict sank down.  Under my feet the bottom of the boat gave way.  And I was alone in an old belfry,  riding furiously on a ringing bell.    I stubbornly gripped the clangorous thing,  violently and closing my eyes with the effort,  the booming made the old stones tremble,  so unceasingly did I activate the heavy swinging.    Why did you not say, O dream,   where God is leading us?  Why did you not say if there is to be no end  to the useless toil and the eternal strife  of which, alas, human life is made!    La vie antérieure  Poem by Charles Baudelaire    For a long time I dwelt beneath vast porticoes  colored by the marine suns with a thousand fires,  whose great columns, straight and majestic,  resembled, at evening, basaltic grottoes.    The surging waves, rolling the mirrored skies,  mingled in a solemn and mystical way  the mighty harmonies of their sonorous music  with the colors of the sunset reflected in my eyes. 
  • 8.   It is there that I lived in the calm delight of the senses,  Surrounded by azure skies, the waves, the splendors,  and the naked slaves, imbued with fragrant essences,    who cooled my brow with waving palms,  and whose sole care was to deepen    the sorrowful secret that made me languish.    Translations by Pierre Bernac    The life of Mozart (1756-1791) does not need to be discussed at length. His W.A. Mozart greatness is undisputed and rivaled by few composers. Le Nozze di Figaro has been in the standard operatic literature for over a century and will maintain its stature far into the future. Figaro is one of the great characters. He is witty, clever and always gets the girl. In this scene, Figaro and his beloved Susannah pick on Cherubino, the page. Cherubino has been drafted into military service and Figaro has some advice to impart… No more youll wander,   my amorous little butterfly,  Flitting about by day and night  Disturbing the rest of all those pretty women  My little Narcissus, young Adonis of love  No more youll have these pretty little feathers,  This smart and jaunty cap,  Those curls and that lively air  Those rosy, girlish cheeks.  Among soldiers, by Bacchus!  Great moustaches, well‐guarded knapsack  A gun at your shoulder, a sabre at your   side,  Head held high, bold of face  A great helmet, or a big turban,  Plenty of honor, but not much money,  And instead of the fandango  A march through the mud!  Over mountains, through the valleys  In the snow and burning sun  To the music of trumpets,  shells and cannon‐balls  Whistling past  Making your ear sing!  Cherubino, to victory  And military glory! 
  • 9.   Vaughan Williams was born on the 12th October, 1872 in the Cotswold village Ralph Vaughan Williams of Down Ampney. He was educated at Charterhouse School, then Trinity College, Cambridge. Later he was a pupil of Stanford and Parry at the Royal College of Music, after which he studied with Max Bruch in Berlin and Maurice Ravel in Paris. At the turn of the century he was among the very first to travel into the countryside to collect folk-songs and carols from singers, notating them for future generations to enjoy. As musical editor of The English Hymnal he composed several hymns that are now world-wide favorites (For all the Saints, Come down O love Divine). Later he also helped to edit The Oxford Book of Carols, with similar success. Before the war he had met and then sustained a long and deep friendship with the composer Gustav Holst. Vaughan Williams volunteered to serve in the Field Ambulance Service in Flanders for the 1914- 1918 war, during which he was deeply affected by the carnage and the loss of close friends such as the composer George Butterworth. For many years Vaughan Williams conducted and led the Leith Hill Music Festival, conducting Bachs St Matthew Passion on a regular basis. He also became professor of composition at the Royal College of Music in London. In his lifetime, Vaughan Williams eschewed all honors with the exception of the Order of Merit which was conferred upon him in 1938. He died on the 26th August 1958, his ashes are interred in Westminster Abbey, near Purcell. In a long and productive life, music flowed from his creative pen in profusion. Hardly a musical genre was untouched or failed to be enriched by his work, which included nine symphonies, five operas, film music, ballet and stage music, several song cycles, church music and works for chorus and orchestra.  ­From the Ralph Vaughan Williams Society  The Songs of Travel  1905 – Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson    Completed in 1905, Vaughan Williams’ song cycle has become one of the most beloved song cycles in the English song literature. The 9 poems included are exerted from R.L. Stevenson’s Songs of Travel. “I have trod the upward and the downward slope” was added posthumously in 1960 by his wife. The lush harmonies and rich orchestral colors enhance the text, which Vaughan Williams sets in a subtle but rhythmic way. The poetry itself is nostalgic in nature, made apparent in “Youth and Love”. Vaughan Williams effectively colors the vocal line to reflect this nostalgia and brilliantly paints the text throughout the piece. The Songs of Travel will forever be one of Vaughan Williams’ most revered and beloved works.
  • 10.   Ralph Vaughan Williams The Vagabond  Let Beauty Awake  Give to me the life I love,  Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams,  Let the lave go by me,  Beauty awake from rest!  Give the jolly heaven above,  Let Beauty awake  And the byway nigh me.  For Beautys sake  Bed in the bush with stars to  In the hour when the birds awake in the brake  see,  And the stars are bright in the west!  Bread I dip in the river ‐    Theres the life for a man like  Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day,  me,  Awake in the crimson eve!  Theres the life for ever.  In the days dusk end    When the shades ascend,  Let the blow fall soon or late,  Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend,  Let what will be oer me;  To render again and receive!  Give the face of earth around,  And the road before me.  Wealth I seek not, hope nor  love,  Nor a friend to know me;  All I seek, the heaven above,  The Roadside Fire  And the road below me.    I will make you brooches and toys for your delight  Or let autumn fall on me  Of bird‐song at morning and star‐shine at night,  Where afield I linger,  I will make a palace fit for you and me  Silencing the bird on tree,  Of green days in forests, and blue days at sea.  Biting the blue finger.    White as meal the frosty field ‐  I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,  Warm the fireside haven ‐  Where white flows the river and bright blows the  Not to autumn will I yield,  broom;  Not to winter even!  And you shall wash your linen and keep your body    white  Let the blow fall soon or late,  In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.  Let what will be oer me;    Give the face of earth around,  And this shall be for music when no one else is near,  And the road before me.  The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!  Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,  That only I remember, that only you admire,  Nor a friend to know me;  Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire. 
  • 11.   Ralph Vaughan Williams Youth and Love  To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside.  Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand,  Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,  Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the level land  Call him with lighted lamp in the eventide.    Thick as stars at night when the moon is down,  Pleasures assail him. He to his nobler fate  Fares; and but waves a hand as he passes on,  Cries but a wayside word to her at the garden gate,  Sings but a boyish stave and his face is gone.  In Dreams  In dreams unhappy, I behold you stand  As heretofore:  The unrememberd tokens in your hand  Avail no more.    No more the morning glow, no more the grace,  Enshrines, endears.  Cold beats the light of time upon your face  And shows your tears.    He came and went. Perchance you wept awhile  And then forgot.  Ah me! but he that left you with a smile  Forgets you not.  The Infinite Shining Heavens  The infinite shining heavens  Rose, and I saw in the night  Uncountable angel stars  Showering sorrow and light.    I saw them distant as heaven,  Dumb and shining and dead,  And the idle stars of the night  Were dearer to me than bread.    Night after night in my sorrow  The stars [stood]1 over the sea,  Till lo! I looked in the dusk  And a star had come down to me. 
  • 12.   Whither must I wander?  Ralph Vaughan Williams Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?  Hunger my driver, I go where I must.  Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:  Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust.  Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof‐tree,  The true word of welcome was spoken in the door ‐  Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight,  Kind folks of old, you come again no more.    Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,  Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.  Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;  Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.  Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,  Lone stands the house, and the chimney‐stone is cold.  Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,  The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.    Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl,  Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers;  Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley,  Soft flow the stream through the even‐flowing hours.  Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood ‐  Fair shine the day on the house with open door;  Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney ‐  But I go for ever and come again no more.  Bright is the ring of words  I have trod the upward and the  downward slope  Bright is the ring of words  When the right man rings them,  I have trod the upward and the downward  Fair the fall of songs  slope;  When the singer sings them,  I have endured and done in days before;  Still [they are]1 carolled and said ‐  I have longed for all, and bid farewell to hope;  On wings they are carried ‐  And I have lived and loved, and closed the door.  After the singer is dead  And the maker buried.    Low as the singer lies  In the field of heather,  Songs of his fashion bring  The swains together.  And when the west is red   With the sunset embers,  The lover lingers and sings  And the maid remembers. 
  • 13.   Richard Fracker  Special Thanks Roger Pan  ChiaYing Huang  Melanie Helton  Caryn Welter, Central United Methodist Church  Natalie Venuto, graphic designer   Mom and Dad  Mark Nestor  Tony Huff  Stay Connected! mansonbrandon@gmail.com www.brandonmanson.com 517.881.0789

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