RIVERSIDE GUITAR ENSEMBLE
Wednesday 14 May, 7pm – Ian Hanger Recital
Hall THE BRONOS KENTET
Aragonaise-Habanera-Seguidilla Georges Bizet from Carmen Suite arr. William Kanengeiser
RIVERSIDE GUITAR ENSEMBLE
Concerto in A minor RV 161 Antonio Vivaldi arr. Joel Woods
Villanesca Enrique Granados Rondalla Aragonesa arr. Jan Olof Eriksson from Spanish Dances
The Half-Price Ticket to Beenleigh Arthur Hayes Euoggera Duncan Gardiner
Loyang Valley Under Me Charlene Cloud Tan - Cloud Tan, vocal soloist
Birds of a Feather Finneas O’Connell & Billie Eilish arr. Joe Fallon
Rumba Flamenca Anon/Gareth Koch arr. Richard Charlton
The Bronos Kentet
Jeremy Stafford
Sidney Bruen
Chris Phengrasmy
Clancy Anderson
Riverside Guitar Ensemble directed by Karin Schaupp
Joe Fallon (leader)
Rose Bisaro
Sidney Brien
Ben Ellerby
Joel Woods
Christopher Phengrasmy
Sé McDonald
Kameron Scott-McKenzie
Jeremy Stafford
Tara Lynam
Karen Arango
Will Towne
Clancy Anderson
Sarah Fields
Danielle Yang
Charlotte Langford
Angus Smith (Bass)
Lyrics : Loyang Valley Under Me
bloom
see the frangipanis bloom trace the shadows cast by trees at the pool let the ultraviolet wash over you bloom and grow flip through decades, watch the children grow sweet and strong, with gentle hands to hold each other when this place has got to go
forever's the loveliest lie you can tell to someone who is younger than five who ran to the balcony shrieking to hell at the view that made her feel alive the valley that stood before her was enough to convince her that this was the place to rest, to make art — through times fun and rough — become the person who can say
"at the sight that enthralled me i was tethered to the trees they sang an earthly, honest tune that held me close, humbled me, and watched me
bloom"
see the frangipanis bloom
trace the shadows cast by trees at the pool let the ultraviolet wash over you bloom and grow flip through decades, love the children so equip them with the strength and heart to hold each other when this place has got to go
a tiny young monkey to a lithe little showboat to a sprightly and curious girl on the stormiest days, she'd go out and give raincoats to the curious girls in her world the latest, Amisha, but before that was Belle and Ashlyn was with her at school then Lex, and then Sara, in blue pinafores, then Kaeya, whom she met at the pool (she was two)
these girls, they invented — eternal, unprecedented — a whole new kind of love nested 'neath the red roofs above but i — that girl — i felt a strangeness come up the resale posters still stuck the girls and i said we would take them down ride or die, we hate the crown and the seed — that it planted — of doom
see the frangipanis bloom
trace the shadows cast by trees at the pool let the ultraviolet wash over you bloom and grow flip through decades, let the children go discover what it means to grieve a home prepare for when this place has got to go
learned the word "enbloc" before the word "lesbian", and the latter defined most of my teenage years standing in stasis against enbloc has-beens, who'd trade their own millions, fulfil my worst fears buy up our land, just because they can, and cut down the view that i worshipped at five rebuild their own version of a beautiful land and leave me to stand in the rubble of my life
it's true there are no more frangipani blooms no more shadows, they cut down the trees at the pool let the ultraviolet sear through you and i know i'll live through decades loving my girls so remembering the year i had to hold them sobbing as our valley had to go — forever