Fernando Buide, composition

do c tor of m usical art s r e ci tal

Fernando Buide composition

morse recital hall October 25, 2012 Thursday at 8 pm

Eva Juárez, soprano Wai Lau, clarinet Hye Jin Koh, violin Jesús Rodríguez González, viola Arnold Choi, cello Juan Carlos Fernández Nieto, piano Victor Caccese, percussion

Robert Blocker, Dean

f e rna nd o buid e ·

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October 25, 2012 • Morse Recital Hall• Doctor of Musical Arts Recital Fernando Buide b. 1980

Medea text by Xesús Pisón Eva Juárez, soprano Fernando Buide, piano Pico Sacro Juan Carlos Fernández Nieto, piano Lingua de escuma* text by Javier A. Vizoso Miguel Hart-Bedoya, conductor Symphonic Orchestra and Children’s Choir of Galicia José Luis Vázquez, choral director *Recorded on November 18, 2011, A Coruña, Spain intermission Alborada Jesús Rodríguez González, viola Juan Carlos Fernández Nieto, piano Aria Jesús Rodríguez González, viola Electra text by Efraín Rodríguez Santana Eva Juárez, soprano Wai Lau, clarinet Hye Jin Koh, violin Arnold Choi, cello Juan Carlos Fernández Nieto, piano Victor Caccese, percussion

As a courtesy to the performers and audience, turn off cell phones and pagers. Please do not leave the hall during selections. Photography or recording of any kind is prohibited.

About the Artist

Composer Fernando Buide completed studies at the conservatories of Santiago de Compostela and Oviedo (Spain) and at Carnegie Mellon University and Yale University.

As a composer, his music has been played by orchestras such as the Pittsburgh Symphony, Minnesota Orchestra, Symphonic Orchestra of Galicia, and Carnegie Mellon Philarmonic, working with conductors such as Libor Pesek, Osmo Vänskä, Paul Daniel, Miguel HarthBedoya and Pietari Inkinnen.

Photo by Miguel Ángel Fernández

Over the past three years his works have been presented in festivals in England, Italy, Spain, Colombia, and Mexico.

He has been Composer in Residence at the Royal Academy of Spain in Rome. He presented a paper at the first international conference on Roberto Gerhard in Huddersfield, England.

Currently he is a professor of composition and music theory at the Higher Conservatory of La Coruña, Spain.

This performance is in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the Doctor of Musical Arts degree.

Texts and Translations

xesús pisón: Medea English translation by Laurie Lomask Son Medea?

Desandei o camiño?

A quen lle apunta o meu ventre?

Tedes medo?

Querédesme coser a vulva?

Por que non lembrades a vida?

Basta co inferno?

Por que dicies “mentira”?

Continúo a matar nenos?

Son o monstro?

A loucura?

Son a vosa pegada?

Por que calades?

Por que calo?

Por que non estou?

Am I Medea?

Did I retrace the path?

Whom do I turn my belly to?

Are you afraid?

Do you want to sew my vulva shut?

Why don’t you remember life?

Is Hell enough?

Why do you call it a “lie”?

Should I keep on killing the young?

Am I a monster?

A madness?

Am I your footprint?

Why do you keep quiet?

Why do I? Why am I not here?

javier a. vizoso: Lingua de escuma English translation by Laurie Lomask

Tongue of Foam

Area branca era o meu destiño cando os seus ollos grises prendían lume no horizonte do mar

White sand was my destiny when their grey eyes took fire in the horizon over the sea

e as minas risas foron chuvia diante das portas pechadas dos seus pequenos países

and my laughter was rain before the closed doors of their small lands

Agora que a promesa radiante da palabra dos meus castelos é lingua de escuma e mar

Now that the radiant promise of the word of my castles is a tongue of foam and sea

Un triton de cabelos tristes xira furioso na marea e foxe do incendio do mar

A triton of sad locks of hair turns furiously in the tide and flees from the burning of the sea.

Texts and Translations

efraín rodríguez santana: Electra English translation by Laurie Lomask Electra, los bailarines de cuello bermejo y duro, de ojazos de cuero y cascos relucientes empiezan a danzar sobre la niebla y abre la mañana

Electra, the hard, red-necked dancers, of great leather eyes and shining helmets are dancing now over the fog and opening the morning.

yo espero que los látigos amainen, que se conviertan en sierpes viperinas y muerdan de una vez las manos de sus dueños, para luego perderse resueltamente en la tierra oprimida, marcada, rebuznada por el poder del tirano

I hope that the whips die down, that they turn into recoiled snakes that bite the hands of their keepers all at once, afterwards to lose themselves resolutely in the oppressed land, marked, bucked by the power of the tyrant

Sobre la mañana caminan los consejeros del hijo de Tieste y Pelopea, son como dos aves relucientes y en su trinar se encuentran las altas voces de la muerte y las agradables voces de la traición y el punto de las adulaciones gratas al oído del Atrida, venido a rey por la gracia de la sombra y la sorpresiva y lamentable caída del legendario jefe de los héroes y semidioses griegos, que cercaron a Ilión.

Across the morning walk the advisers of the son of Thyestes and Pelopia, are like two shining birds, and in their chirping the high voices of death meet as do the sweet voices of betrayal and the drop of pleasant adulation on the ear of the Atreidai, come to be King by the grace of the shadow and the surprising, sad fall of the great leader of the Greek demigods and heroes, that marched to Ilion.

Ellos caminan por la mañana adorando a Egisto el falso y prevaricador, yo camino tambfién junto a ellos soñando la denigración y la muerte de Egisto, esperando a Orestes que es la justicia mil veces decaída, mil veces renovada,

They walk in the morning praising the false and prevaricating Aegisthus, I walk with them, too dreaming of the villification and the death of Aegisthus, waiting for Orestes, who is justice a thousand times fallen, a thousand times restored,

Texts and Translations

contemplando mis espejismos en los muros de barro: las muchachas de túnicas y pezones rosados, los polluelos de sol de mañana entre las algas y el amor de los jóvenes furiosos el tambor del exorcismo y el columbario lleno de granos y luces.

Estos son mis espejismos, mis secretos, mis anhelos, el terrible miedo de Egisto y su consejero ojizarco.

contemplating my illusions of light on the walls of mud: the young girls with rosy tunics and breasts, the chicks of morning sun between the algae and the love of furious youth the rush of exorcism and the graveyard niches full of grains and lights.

These are my illusions, my secrets, my desires, the terrible fear of Aegisthus and his blue-eyed adviser.

A veces salen de regalo en tu búsqueda para tratar de convencerte de la muerte de tu hermano, quieren convencerse de su poder, del inalterable orden, del diáfano detenimiento del tiempo. Él te dice que todo irremediablemente ha terminado.

Sometimes they come out on top, seeking you to try to convince you of the death of your brother, they want to believe in their power, in the unchangeable order, in the translucent delay of time.

He tells you that everything has ended for good.

Yo me sonrío por que sé que no puede morir.

No, Egisto, mi hermano no está muerto, mi esperanza crece, el pueblo por primera vez reconoce a Orestes mi sueño, mi fuerza, mi razón de ser.

I smile because I know he cannot die.

No, Aegisthus, my brother is not dead, my hope grows, for the first time the village recognizes Orestes, my dream, my strength, my reason to be.

Vamos, Orestes, toma tus pistolas y vamos, ha llegado el tiempo de los sueños, el instante de la virtud.

Onward, Orestes, take your pistols and let’s go, the time of dreams has come, the momento of virtue.

Y resuenan los disparos sobre la cabeza de sebo del tirano, bullen los gritos de redención, el gran árbol purificado ha crecido hasta el cielo y allí se nutre de lluvias fértiles.

The shots ring around the wax head of the tyrant, the cries of redemption curl, the great perfected tree has grown to the sky and there it drinks of fertile rains.

Texts and Translations

Antes lo había dicho, sabía su triunfo.

He had already said so, he knew his triumph.

Orestes, todo ha terminado por ahora, el Fénix se yergue siempre.

Orestes.

Orestes, all is done for now, the Phoenix rises always.

Orestes.

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