Susan Perez, Senior Voice Recital, 4/1/22

SENIOR VO I CE R E C I TA L

Susan Perez Friday, April 1, 2022 7:30pm Faye Spanos Concert Hall

60TH PERFORMANCE OF 2021-22 ACADEMIC YEAR

CO N CER T P ROGR A M , A P R IL 1 , 2 0 2 2 , 7 : 3 0 P M El Majo Discreto, from Enrique Granados Colección de tonadillas escritas en estilo Antiguo (1912) (1867 -1916) Sabine Klein, piano Selections from Siete canciones populares Españolas (1914) El Paño Moruno Asturiana Jota Canción Sabine Klein, piano Intorno all’idol mio from L’Orontea (1656)

Manuel de Falla (1876 - 1946)

Marco Antonio Cesti (1623 - 1669)

Sabine Klein, piano Bel Piacere from Agrippina (1710)

Georg Friedrich Händel (1685 - 1759)

Sabine Klein, piano O mio babbino caro from Gianni Schicchi (1918)

Giacomo Puccini (1858 - 1924)

Sabine Klein, piano Children will listen from Into the Woods (1986)

Stephen Sondheim (1930 - 2021)

Sabine Klein, piano Als Luise die Briefe ihres ungetreuen Liebhabers verbrannte K.520 (1787) Sabine Klein, piano

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756 - 1791)

Die Männer sind méchant! from Vier Refrainlieder (1828)

Sabine Klein, piano

Franz Schubert (1797 - 1828)

T R ANS L AT ION S El Majo Discreto Dicen que mi majo es feo Es posible que si que lo sea, Que amor es deseo Que ciega y marea.

Ha tiempo que sé que quien ama no ve.

Mas si no es mi majo un hombre que por lindo descuelle y asombre, en cambio es discreto y guarda un secreto que yo posé en él sabiendo que es fiel. ¿Cuál es el secreto que el majo guardó?

Sería indiscreto contarlo yo.

No poco trabajo costará saber secretos de un majo con una mujer.

Nació en Lavapiés. ¡Eh, ¡eh! ¡Es un majo, un majo es!

The discreet boyfriend They say that my boyfriend is ugly It’s possible that it is the case That love is desire That blinds and dizzies For some time I’ve known That those who love are blind.

Even more if my boyfriend is not a man As kind is distinguished and amazes Instead he is discreet And guards a secret That I have entrusted to him Knowing he is loyal What is the secret That my boyfriend keeps?

It would be indiscreet For me to share No small feat would it be to find out Secrets between a man and woman Born in Lavapies Eh, eh, Eh! A man, a man is he!

El Pano Moruno Al paño fino, en la tienda, una mancha le cayó.

The Moorish cloth The fine cloth in the shop Had a stain fall on it.

Por menos precio se vende, porque perdió su valor. ¡Ay!

It is sold for less Because it lost its value Ay!

Asturiana Por ver si me consolaba Arrimeme a un pino verde Por verme llorar, lloraba

Asturiana To see if it would console me I got close to a green pine Watching me weep, it wept

Y el pino como era verde Por verme llorar, lloraba

And the pine as it was green For watching me weep, wept

T R ANS L AT ION S Jota Dicen que no nos queremos Porque no nos ven hablar A tu corazón y al mío se lo pueden preguntar.

Jota They say that we don’t love each other Because they don’t see us talk To your heart and mine They can ask

Ya me despido de tí, de tu casa y tu ventana.

Y aunque no quiera tu madre.

Adiós, niña, hasta mañana.

I bid farewell to you To your house and your window And while I don’t like your mother Goodbye, my sweet, until tomorrow

Canción Por traidores, tus ojos, voy a enterrarlos.

No sabes lo que cuesta del aire Niña, el mirarlos Madre, a la orilla

Song For traitors your eyes I will bury them You don’t know what it cost Of the air Child, to see them Mother at the edge

Dicen que no me quieres, ya me has querido.

Váyase lo ganado, del aire.

Por lo perdido, Madre, a la orilla.

They say you don’t love me You’ve already loved me Let go of what’s gained Of the air For the lost Mother at the edge

Intorno all’idol mio Intorno all’idol mio spirate pur, spirate, Aure, aure soavi e grate, E nelle guancie elette Baciatelo per me, Cortesi, cortesi aurette!

Around my idol Around my idol Breathe, merely breathe, Winds sweet and gracious And on the favored cheeks Kiss him for me, courtly breezes!

Al mio ben, che riposa Su l’ali della quiete, Grati, grati sogni assistete E il mio racchiuso ardore Svelate gli per me, O larve, o larve d’amore!

In my love who rests On the wings of peace Pleasant dreams provoke.

And my hidden ardor Reveal to him for me O spirits of love.

T R A N S L AT ION S O mio babbino caro O mio babbino caro, mi piace, è bello, bello, Vo' andare in Porta Rossa [it] a comperar l'anello!

Oh my beloved father, Oh my dear papa, I love him, he is handsome, handsome I want to go to Porta Rossa To buy the ring!

Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!

E se l'amassi indarno, andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, ma per buttarmi in Arno!

Yes, yes, I want to go there!

And if I loved him in vain, I would go to the Ponte Vecchio, But to throw myself in the Arno!

Mi struggo e mi tormento!

O Dio, vorrei morir!

Babbo, pietà, pietà!

Babbo, pietà, pietà!

I am anguished and tormented!

Oh God, I'd want to die!

Papa, have pity, have pity!

Papa, have pity, have pity!

Als Luise die Briefe ihres ungetreuen Liebhabers verbrannte Erzeugt von heißer Phantasie, In einer schwärmerischen Stunde Zur Welt gebrachte, geht zu Grunde, Ihr Kinder der Melancholie!

As Luise Was Burning the Letters of Her Unfaithful Lover You borne of such hot phantasy, In revelry and so much gushing Brought to the world, o perish You offspring from melancholy!

Ihr danket Flammen euer Sein, Ich geb' euch nun den Flammen wieder, Und all' die schwärmerischen Lieder, Denn ach! er sang nicht mir allein.

The flames which made you into being, I give you now back to the flames, And all those songs of revelry, Alas! he sang not just for me.

Ihr brennet nun, und bald, ihr Lieben, Ist keine Spur von euch mehr hier.

Doch ach! der Mann, der euch geschrieben, Brennt lange noch vielleicht in mir.

You cherish'd letters, there you burn, And soon there is no trace of you.

Alas! the man who once has penn'd you, Will possibly burn long in me.

T R A N S L AT ION S Die Männer sind méchant!

Du sagtest mir es, Mutter: Er ist ein Springinsfeld!

Ich würd’ es dir nicht glauben, Bis ich mich krank gequält!

Ja, ja, nun ist er’s wirklich; Ich hatt’ ihn nur verkannt!

Du sagtest mir’s, o Mutter: „Die Männer sind méchant!“ Vor’m Dorf im Busch, als gestern Die stille Dämm’rung sank, Da rauscht’ es: „Guten Abend!“ Da rauscht’ es: „Schönen Dank!“ Ich schlich hinzu, ich horchte; Ich stand wie festgebannt: Er war’s mit einer Andern – „Die Männer sind méchant!“ O Mutter, welche Qualen!

Es muss heraus, es muss! – Es blieb nicht bloss bei’m Rauschen, Es blieb nicht bloss bei’m Gruss!

Vom Grusse kam’s zum Kusse, Vom Kuss zum Druck der Hand, Vom Druck, ach liebe Mutter! – „Die Männer sind méchant!“

Men are faithless You told me, mother: he’s a young rogue!

I would not believe you until I had tormented myself sick.

Yes, I now know he really is; I had simply misjudged him.

You told me, mother: ‘Men are faithless!’

Yesterday, as dusk fell silently, in the copse outside the village, I heard a whispered ‘Good evening!’ and then a whispered ‘Many thanks!’

I crept up and listened; I stood as if transfixed: it was he, with someone else – ‘Men are faithless!’

O mother, what torture!

I must be out with it, I must!

It didn’t just stop at whispering, it didn’t just stop at greetings!

It went from greetings to kisses, from kisses to holding hands, from holding hands ... ah, dear mother, ‘Men are faithless!

This recital is presented as a degree requirement towards a Bachelors of Music in Music Education.

Susan Pérez is a senior Music Education major at University of the Pacific. Susan studies voice with Professor Virginia Kelsey.

Susan’s music-education journey began in inner-city Los Angeles public schools.

As a transfer student, she is honored to represent those students who may not have had many music education opportunities at a young age as well as a valuing of rich, historic culture. From Mexican and Salvadoran descent, Susan is proud to represent both the language and culture of her Latino family and ancestors. Featuring Spanish songs in the recital and program was integral to honor and celebrate the language that unites her Latino cultures together.

Upon graduation, Susan is eager to teach full time to students of all ages. Most importantly, Susan hopes to inspire students, fully supporting musical education of those with diverse learning needs, with the fulfillment of learning and creating music.

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