Filo Ebid, Junior Voice Recital, 4/28/22

JUNIOR VO I CE R E C I TA L

Filo Ebid

Monica Adams, piano Thursday, April 28th, 2022 7:30pm Faye Spanos Concert Hall

95TH PERFORMANCE OF 2021-22 ACADEMIC YEAR

CO N C ER T P ROGR A M , A P R IL 2 8 , 2 0 2 2 , 7 : 3 0 P M

L’Ultima Canzone (1905)

Francesco Paolo Tosti (1846-1916)

O Del Mio Amato Ben (1918)

Stefano Donaudy (1879-1925)

Die Schöne Müllerin (1823) V. Am Feierabend VI. Der Neugierige XI. Mein!

Franz Schubert (1797-1828)

Piccolo Pause Ecco Ridente from Il Barbiere di Siviglia (1816)

Gioachino Rossini (1792-1868)

Poème D’Un Jour (1880) I. Rencontre II. Toujours III. Adieu

Gabriel Fauré (1845-1924)

Being Alive from Company (1970)

Stephen Sondheim (1930-2021)

featuring Monica Adams, piano

T R A N S L AT ION S L’Ultima Canzone M’han detto che domani Nina vi fate sposa, Ed io vi canto ancor la serenata.

Là nei deserti piani Là,ne la valle ombrosa, Oh quante volte a voi l’ho ricantata!

The Last Song They told me that tomorrow Nina, you will be a bride. yet still I sing my serenade to you!

Up on the barren plateau, down in the shady valley, Oh, how often I have sung it to you!

Foglia di rosa O fiore d’amaranto Se ti fai sposa Io ti sto sempre accanto.

Rose-petal O flower of amaranth, though you marry, I shall be always near.

Domani avrete intorno Feste sorrisi e fiori Nè penserete ai nostri vecchi amori.

Ma sempre notte e giorno Piena di passione Verrà gemendo a voi la mia canzone.

Tomorrow you’ll be surrounded by celebration, smiles and flowers,

Foglia di menta O fiore di granato, Nina, rammenta I baci che t’ho dato!

Mint-flower, O flower of pomegranate, Nina, remember the kisses I gave you!

O Del Mio Amato Ben O del mio amato ben perduto incanto!

Lungi è dagli occhi miei Chi m’era gloria e vanto!

Or per le mute stanze Sempre la cerco e chiamo Con pieno il cor di speranze?

Ma cerco invan, chiamo invan!

E il pianger m’è si caro, Che di pianto sol nutro il cor.

O lost enchantment of my dearly beloved Oh, lost enchantment of my dearly beloved!

Far from my eyes is she who was, to me, glory and pride!

Now through the empty rooms I always seek her and call her with a heart full of hopes?

But I seek in vain, I call in vain!

And the weeping is so dear to me,

Mi sembra, senza lei, triste ogni loco.

Notte mi sembra il giorno; Mi sembra gelo il foco.

Se pur tal volta spero Di darmi ad altra cura, Sol mi tormenta un pensiero: Ma, senza lei, che farò?

Mi par così la vita vana cosa Senza il mio ben.

and will not spare a thought for our past love;

yet always, by day and by night, with passionate moan my song will sigh to you.

that with weeping alone I nourish my heart.

It seems to me, without her, sad everywhere.

The day seems like night to me; the fire seems cold to me.

If, however, I sometimes hope to give myself to another cure, one thought alone torments me: But without her, what shall I do?

To me, life seems a vain thing without my beloved.

T R A N S L AT ION S Am Feierabend Hätt’ ich tausend Arme zu rühren!

Könnt’ ich brausend Die Räder führen!

Könnt’ ich wehen Durch alle Haine!

Könnt’ ich drehen alle Steine!

Dass die schöne Müllerin merkte meinen treuen Sinn!

An Hour Of Rest O that I had a thousand arms to move!

That I could, roaring, drive the millwheels!

Ach, wie ist mein Arm so schwach!

Was ich hebe, was ich trage, Was ich schneide, was ich schlage, Jeder Knappe tut mir’s nach.

Alas! How weak is my arm!

In loading and carrying, In sawing and felling, Every apprentice is my equal.

Und da sitz’ ich in der grossen Runde, In der stillen kühlen Feierstunde, Und der Meister sagt zu Allen: „Euer Werk hat mir gefallen;“ Und das liebe Mädchen sagt Allen eine gute Nacht.

And there I sit with the whole company, In the still, cool hour of rest, And the master says to all: “I am pleased with your work”: And the lovely maiden bids Us all a good night.

Der Neurgierige Ich frage keine Blume, Ich frage keinen Stern, Sie können mir alle nicht sagen, Was ich erführ so gern.

The Eager Questioner I ask no flower, I ask no star; None of them could tell me What I would so dearly like to hear.

Ich bin ja auch kein Gärtner, Die Sterne stehn zu hoch; Mein Bächlein will ich fragen, Ob mich mein Herz belog.

For I am no gardner, And the stars are too high; I will ask my little brook If my heart has lied to me.

O Bächlein meiner Liebe, Wie bist du heut’ so stumm!

Will ja nur Eines wissen, Ein Wörtchen um und um.

O brook of my love, How silent you are today!

I wish to know just one thing, One word again and again.

Ja, heisst das eine Wörtchen, Das andre heisset Nein, Die beiden Wörtchen schliessen Die ganze Welt mir ein.

One word is ‘yes’, The other is ‘no’; These two words contain The world for me.

O Bächlein meiner Liebe, Was bist du wunderlich!

Will’s ja nicht weiter sagen, Sag, Bächlein, liebt sie mich?

O brook of my love, How strange you are.

I will tell no one else: Say, brook, does she love me?

That I could blow through every woodland!

That I could turn every millstone!

That the miller’s fair daughter would mark my devotion!

T R A N S L AT ION S Mein!

Bächlein, lass dein Rauschen sein!

Räder, stellt eur Brausen ein!

All’ ihr muntern Waldvögeln, Gross und klein, Endet eure Melodein!

Mine!

Brook, cease your babbling!

Wheels, stop your roaring!

All you marry wood-birds, Great and small, End your walbring!

Durch den Hain, aus und ein Schalle heut’ ein Reim allein: Die geliebte Müllerin Ist mein, ist mein!

Throughout the wood, to and fro Let one rhyme alone be heard: The beloved main of the mill Is mine, is mine!

Frühling, sind das alle deine Blümelein?

Sonne, hast du keinen hellern Schein?

Ach, so muss ich ganz allein, Mit dem seligen Worte mein, Unverstanden in der weiten Schöpfung sein.

Spring, are these all of your flowers?

Sun, have you no brighter light?

Ah, then I must remain alone, With that blissful word of mine, Go uncomprehended through all the wide creation.

Ecco Ridente in Cielo Ecco, ridente in cielo Spunta la bella aurora, E tu non sorgi ancora E puoi dormir così

Lo In the Smiling Sky Lo in the smiling sky, The lovely dawn is breaking, And you are not awake, And you are still asleep?

Sorgi, mia dolce speme, Vieni, bell’idol mio; Rendi men crudo, oh Dio, Lo stral che mi ferì.

Arise, my sweetest love, Oh come, my treasured one, Soften the pain, oh God, Of the dart which pierces me.

Oh sorte! Già veggo Quel caro sembiante; Quest’anima amante Ottenne pietà.

Oh joy! Do I now see That dearest vision: Has she taken pity On this soul in love!

Oh istante d’amore!

Oh dolce contento!

Felice momento Che eguale non ha!

Oh, moment of love!

Oh, moment divine!

Oh, sweet content Which is unequalled!

T R A N S L AT ION S Renctontre J’étais triste et pensif quand je t’ai rencontrée, Je sans moins aujourd’hui mon obstiné tourment, O dis-moi serais-tu la femme inespérée Et le rêve idéal poursuivi, vainement?

Encounter I was sad and pensive when I met you, Today I feel less my persistent pain; O tell me, could you be the long hoped-for woman, And the ideal dream pursued in vain?

Ô, passante aux doux yeux, serais-tu donc l’amie Qui rendrait le bonheur au poète isolé, Et vas-tu rayonner sur mon âme affermie, Comme le ciel natal sur un coeur d’exilé?

O, wayfarer of such gentle eye, are you that friend Who will return happiness to this lonely poet?

And will you shine on my reawakening soul Like the native sky upon an exile’s heart?

Ta tristesse sauvage, à la mienne pareille, Aime à voir le soleil décliner sur la mer!

Devant l’immensité ton extase s’éveille, Et le charme des soirs à ta belle âme est cher;

Your untamed sorrow, like my own, Is fond of watching the sun set over the sea!

Its magnitude evokes rapture within you, And the evening’s allure is dear to your beautiful soul;

Une mystérieuse et douce sympathie Déjà m’enchaîne à toi comme un vivant lien, Et mon âme frémit, par l’amour envahie, Et mon coeur te chérit sans te connaître bien!

A curious and sweet affinity Already links me to you with a living connection.

My soul trembles, invaded by love, and my heart not fully knowing you, yet cherishes you!

T R A N S L AT ION S Toujours Vous me demandez de me taire, De fuir loins de vous pour jamais Et de m’en aller, solitaire, Sans me rappeler qui j’aimais!

Always You ask me to be silent, To flee far from you for ever And to go my way alone, Forgetting whom I loved!

Demandez plutôt aux étoiles, De tomber dans l’immensitée, À la nuit de perdre ses voiles, Au jour de perdre sa clarté!

Rather ask the stars, To fall into infinity, The night to lose its veils, The day to lose its light!

Demandez à la mer immense, De dessécher ses vastes flots Et quand les vents sont en démence D’apaiser ses sombres sanglots!

Ask the boundless sea, To drain its mighty waves And the raging winds To clam their dismal sobbing !

Mais nespérez pas que mon âme S’arrache à ses après douleurs Et se dépouille de sa flamme Comme le printemps de ses fleurs!

But do not expect my soul To tear itself from bitter sorrow, Nor to shed its passion As springtime sheds its flowers!

Adieu Comme tout meurt vite, la rose Déclose, Et les frais manteaux diaprés Des prés; Les longs soupirs, les bien-aimées, Fumées!

Goodbye How quickly everything dies, the rose Uncloses, And the fresh colored mantles Of the meadows; The long sighs, the beloved ones, Disappear in smoke!

On voit dans se monde léger Changer Plus vite que les flots des grèves, Nos rêves!

Plus vite que le givre en fleurs, Nos cœurs!

We see, in this fickle world, Change Faster than the waves at the shores, Our dreams!

Faster than dew on flowers, Our hearts!

À vous l’on se croyait fidèle, Cruelle, Mais hélas! les plus longs amours Sont courts!

One believed in being faithful to you, Cruel one, But alas, the longest loves Are short!

Et je dis en quittant vos charmes, Sans larmes, Presqu’au moment de mon aveu, Adieu!

And I say, leaving your charms, Without tears, Almost at the moment of my confession, Farewell!

F ILO EBID This recital is presented as a degree requirement towards a Bachelor of Music in Music Performance

Filo Ebid is a junior Vocal Performance major at the University of the Pacific, studying under Prof. Daniel Ebbers. Throughout his journey, he has ventured into many genres, ranging from pop and RnB to opera. His captivating tenor voice has taken him across the country to perform solo and as part of choral and musical theater ensembles. In high school, he was cast in many musicals and theater productions and toured with his high school choir in Los Angeles and New York. His roles have included Shrek in Shrek the Musical, Teen Angel in Grease, and Tom Collins in Rent. Most recently, he played the title role of Macheath in The Threepenny Opera at UoP. Filo is known locally as a solo artist, performing at churches and openmics around the TriValley and Stockton area. However, his biggest accomplishment is performing a solo at the Choirs of America Festival in Carnegie Hall. He was also a finalist in the 2019 Youngarts Competition.

He has worked with locally renowned artist Darita Seth and is part of his newly-founded ensemble, Choral Audacity. The ensemble made its ACDA debut in March of 2022.

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