Molly Netter, voice

molly netter soprano

master of music degree recital Institute of Sacred Music • Martin Jean, Director February 18, 2014 • Trinity Lutheran Church

Robert Blocker, Dean

Master of Music Degree Recital

molly netter soprano Tuesday, February 18, 2014 • 5:00 pm • Trinity Lutheran Church with Esther Park, piano Giulio Caccini 1551–1618

Amarilli, mia bella I. Original version from “le nuove musiche”

(1602, Florence) II. From Egerton manuscript (ca. 1620-30, England) Grant Herreid, theorbo

Joaquín Rodrigo 1901–1999

Cuatro madrigales amatorios I. ¿Con qué la lavaré?

II. Vos me matásteis III. ¿De dónde venís, amore?

IV. De los álamos vengo, madre Esther Park, piano

Richard Strauss 1864–1949

Drei Lieder der Ophelia, Op. 67 I. Wie erkenn’ ich mein Treulieb II. Guten Morgen, ’s ist Sankt Valentinstag III. Sie trugen ihn auf der Bahre bloss Esther Park, piano

Olivier Messiaen 1908–1992 Antonio Cesti 1623–1669

La Mort du nombre Aspettate! Adesso canto Grant Herreid, theorbo

This performance is in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the Master of Music Degree.

intermission

George Frideric Handel 1685–1759

Gloria in Excelsis Deo I. Gloria in excelsis Deo II. Et in terra pax III. Laudamus te IV. Domine Deus, rex cœlestis V. Qui tollis peccata mundi VI. Quoniam tu solus sanctus Holly Piccoli and Jacob Ashworth, violins Samuel Suggs, contrabass • Esther Park, continuo

Kurt Weill 1900–1950

Frauentanz, Op. 10 I. Wir haben die winterlange Nacht II. Wo zwei Herzenliebe an einem Tanze gan III. Ach wär’ mein Lieb ein Brünnlein kalt IV. Dieser Stern im Dunkeln V. Eines Maienmorgens schon VI. Ich will trauern lassen stehn VII. Ich schlaf, ich wach Christina Hughes, flute • Danielle Wiebe, viola Joshua Anderson, clarinet • Craig Hubbard, French horn Darren Hicks, bassoon

Barbara Strozzi 1619–1677

Questa è la nuova Grant Herreid, theorbo Arash Noori, baroque guitar

As a courtesy to the performers and audience, silence electronic devices.

Please do not leave the hall during selections. Photography or recording of any kind is prohibited.

Texts & Translations

giulio caccini Look Down, Harmonious Saint, HWV 124 Amarilli, mia bella, Non credio del mio cor dolce desio, D’esser tu l’amor mio?

Amaryllis, my beautiful one, do you not believe in my heart’s sweet desire, That you are my love?

Credilo pur: e se timor t’assale,

Believe it thus: and if fear assails you,

Prendi questo mio strale Aprimi’l petto e vedrai scritto il core:

Take this my arrow Open my chest and see written on my heart:

Amarilli, Amarilli, Amarailli è il mio amore.

Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Is my beloved.

Joaquín Rodrigo Cuatros Madrigales Amatorios text: anonymous, 16th century I. ¿Con qué la lavaré la tez de la mi cara? ¿Con qué la lavaré, Que vivo mal penada?

Lávanse las casadas con agua de limones: lávome yo, cuitada, con penas y dolores.

II. Vos me matásteis, niña en cabello, vos me habéis muerto.

Riberas de un río ví moza vírgen, Niña en cabello, vos me matásteis, Niña en cabello, vos me habéis muerto.

III. ¿De dónde venís, amore?

Bien sé yo de dónde. ¿De dónde venís, amigo?

Fuere yo testigo!

Ah ha ha! Bien sé yo de dónde.

With what shall I wash the complexion of my face?

With what shall I wash, I who live deeply pained.

The married women wash with water of lemons, I wash, grieved, with pain and suffering.

You have killed me, girl with flowing hair, You have made me die.

On the shore of a river I saw a virgin maid, Girl with flowing hair.

You have killed me, girl with flowing hair, you have made me die.

From where have you come, love?

I know very well from where.

From where have you come, friend?

I was a witness.

Ah ha ha! I know very well from where!

Texts & Translations

IV. De los álamos vengo, madre, de ver cómo los menea el aire.

De los álamos de Sevilla, de ver a mi linda amiga.

From the poplar trees I’ve come, mother, to see how the they stir in the breeze.

From the poplars in Seville, To see my beautiful girlfriend.

richard strauss Drei Lieder der Ophelia, Op. 67 text: from Shakespeare’s Hamlet OPHELIA I. Wie erkenn’ ich mein Treulieb Vor andern nun?

An dem Muschelhut und Stab Und den Sandalschuh’n.

Er ist tot und lange hin, Tot und hin, Fräulein!

Ihm zu Häupten grünes Gras, Ihm zu Fuß ein Stein. Oho. Auf seinem Bahrtuch, weiß wie Schnee, Viel liebe Blumen trauern.

Sie gehn zu Grabe naß, O weh! vor Liebesschauern.

How shall I my true love know from another?

By his mussel hat and staff, And his sandal shoes!

He is dead and long gone; dead and gone, lady!

At his head, green grass...

At his feet, a stone. O ho!

On his shroud, white as snow, many love flowers fall.

They go to the grave, wet. Alas! For love showers.

II. Guten Morgen, ‘s ist Sankt Valentinstag So früh vor Sonnenschein.

Ich junge Maid am Fensterschlag Will Euer Valentin sein.

Der junge Mann tut Hosen an, Tät auf die Kammertür, Ließ ein die Maid, die als Maid Ging nimmermehr herfür.

Good morning, it’s Saint Valentine’s day So early for the sunshine.

I, a young maid at the window Want your Valentine to be.

The young man put trousers on, opened the chamber door, let in the maid, that as a maid would nevermore from here depart.

Bei Sankt Niklas und Charitas!

Ein unverschämt Geschlecht!

Ein junger Mann tut’s wenn er kann, Fürwahr, das ist nicht recht.

Sie sprach: Eh Ihr gescherzt mit mir, Verspracht Ihr mich zu frein.

By Saint Nicholas and Charity!

An outrageous sex!

A young man will do it when he can, foresooth, that is not right.

She said: before you joked with me, You promised you would marry me.

Ich bräch’s auch nicht beim Sonnenlicht, Wärst du nicht kommen herein.

I wouldn’t have broken it off by yonder sunlight, would you not have come inside.

Texts & Translations

III. Sie trugen ihn auf der Bahre bloß Leider, ach leider, den Liebsten!

Manche Träne fiel in des Grabes Schoß Fahr wohl, fahr wohl, meine Taube!

Mein junger frischer Hansel ist’s, Der mir gefällt - Und kommt er nimmermehr?

Er ist tot, o weh!

In dein Totbett geh, Er kommt dir nimmermehr.

Sein Bart war weiß wie Schnee, Sein Haupt wie Flachs dazu.

They carried him naked on his bier, Alas, alas, the loved one!

Many tears dropped into the grave’s lapFarewell, farewell my dove!

My young fresh, Hansel is Whom I love, And will he come no more?

He is dead, o woe!

Go to thy death-bed: He shall come to you nevermore.

His beard was as white as snow, His head was like flax.

Er ist hin, er ist hin, Kein Trauern bringt Gewinn: Mit seiner Seele Ruh Und mit allen Christenseelen!

Darum bet ich! Gott sei mit euch!

He is gone, he is gone, Mourning brings nothing.

To his soul, peace, And to all Christian souls, For that I pray! God be with you.

olivier messiaen La Mort du Nombre translation by Naomi Woo 2e âme C’était un rayon de soleil qui dormait dans ta main.

Tu levas très haut tes petits doigts.

Il se mit à briller d’un tel éclat que je ne vis plus que lui.

Et il se déroula et devint si long qu’il embrassait les quatre confins.

En montant il m’enveloppa et me conduisit vers ton âme sereine.

Second spirit It was a sunbeam sleeping in your hand.

You raised your little fingers up high.

It began to shine with such radiance that I could see nothing else.

Then it unfolded and became so long that it embraced the ends of the earth.

Rising, it enveloped me and carried me towards your serene spirit.

Je suis encore très loin de toi.

Qui m’en éloigne davantage?

Pourquoi l’adieu?

Rien ne peut détruire le rêve!

I am still so far from you.

Who is keeping me away from you?

Why this goodbye?

Nothing can destroy the dream!

1ère âme L’eau dormante ne fuit pas la fleur, la fleur qui la regarde

First spirit Resting water does not flee the flower, the flower that watches it.

Texts & Translations

2e âme Je veux m’approcher.

Quelle force invisible m’arrête?

Pour qui ces liens?

Pour qui ces chaînes?

Je ne peux plus vouloir!

Pourrai-je monter ainsi cet escalier sans fin?

Second spirit I want to come near What invisible force is stopping me?

Why these bonds?

Why these chains?

I can no longer want!

How could I climb this infinite staircase?

1ère âme Il faut dissoudre les nuées, combler les océans.

First spirit We must dissolve the clouds, fill the oceans.

2e âme O longue, ô triste attente!

O souffrance, cercle de feu!

Meurent le temps et l’espace!

Loin la joie!

Loin la lumière!

Cloches d’horreur!

Breuvage affreux!

Mur qui m’écrase!

La terre s’entr’ouvre, les astres croulent, Le monde est enseveli!

La fin, la fin, qui la dira?

Je souffre! Je souffre! Je souffre!

Second spirit Oh long, sad waiting!

Oh suffering, circle of fire!

Die, time and space!

Far away, joy!

Far away, light!

Horrid bells! terrible drink! wall that crushes me!

The earth opens, the stars are falling, the world is buried beneath them! the end, the end, who will announce it?

I suffer! I suffer! I suffer!

1ère âme Attends! espère!

Plus légers que des oiseaux de plumes, plus légers que le vide, plus légers que ce qui n’est pas, nous planerons au-dessus d’un rêve.

Le poids du nombre sera mort.

Il sera mort! Mort!

Entends le chant de notre âme unique!

Clair sourire, regard pur, tremblante extase, il monte plus haut que cette âme et s’élance vers des clartés nouvelles, dans un éternel printemps.

First spirit Wait! hope!

Lighter than feathered birds, lighter than emptiness, lighter than that which is no longer, we will float above a dream.

The weight of the number will be dead.

It will be dead! Dead!

Hear the song of our unified soul.

Clear smile, pure gaze, trembling ecstasy, it rises still higher this soul and rushes towards a new brightness, in an eternal spring!

Texts & Translations

antonio cesti Aspettate! Adesso canto!

Aspettate! Adesso canto.

Ecco che suona, e intate, Ditemi, come la desiderate?

La volete d’amore, di sdegno, di Martello, di partenza, in rimprovero, in honore, O tutta quanta di malidicenza?

Concitata, patetica, soave?

Sopra qual chiave: dice sol re ut? Dice sol fa ut?

Io cantarei, ma non vi di chiarate:

Wait! I’m singing now, And here, he’s playing, so Tell me, what do you want?

Do you want it about love, scorn, Jealousy, breaking up, Reproach, honor, Or something completely scandalous?

Agitated, melancholy, or sweet?

In what key?

In the key of G? In the key of C? I’d sing, but you aren’t telling me what

Aspettate, aspettate!

Se volete che una stanza Sia con trilli e passagagiate E l’altra su’l chromatico agguistata, Habbia diesis e bemolli in abbodanza, Che poi face’inn consonanza E le settime e le quarte…

Ma, voltiamo un po’ le carte: Trovarete canzoni regalate.

Wait! wait!

If you want one verse With trills and fast notes, And another set chromatically With sharps and flats in abundance, And then suspensions Of sevenths and fourths…

But, let’s leaf through the pages a bit: You’ll find something suitable.

Aspettate! Adesso canto Ecco che suona, e intate Ditemi, di chi la desiderate: Di quel uom cotanto raro Che d’un re portava il nome?

O di chi nel suo cognome In superlative è caro?

Io ne studio più d’un paro E le tutte ve le mostro Ma bramando il gusto vostro Vorrei sentirvi dir: “Questa, questa cantate!”

Wait! I’m singing now.

And here, he’s playing, and meanwhile, Tell me, who do you want it by: By that man so unrivaled That he bore a king’s name? [Louis/Luigi Rossi] Or by him whose surname Is the superlative of “caro?” [Carissimi] I’m looking over quite a few of them, And I’ll show them all to you, But as I want to suit your taste – I’d like to hear you say: “That one! Sing that one!”

Texts & Translations

Apettate! fermatevi, ascoltate!

“E per voi dovrà penare Un amante che v’adora: Occhi belli e fia ch’io mora Mentre la colpa sua solo d’amare: Deh, lacrime amare!

Per ammollir quell core indarno uscite.”

Wait! Stop! Listen: “and an adoring lover Must suffer for you, Fair eyes, and let me die, Whose only fault is loving: Alas, bitter tears!

To soften that heart you flow in vain.”

Ma piano, sentite: Lasciamo andar di grazia Le canzoni amorose; Tutta la gente e sazia D’ascoltar queste cose; Non s’à dunque da sentire Altro mai che: “Pupillette,” “A morir, core, a morire.”

E su tante barzellette “Filli,” “Lilla,” “luci belle, Occhi vi chiamerei, ma siete stelle;” Roba così molesta Ch’ha fatto al mondo omai tanto ditesta.

But just a minute, listen: Let’s forget about these Love songs; Everybody’s sick Of listening to that stuff.

There’s nothing to it but “Little eyes,” “To die, my heart, to die.”

And other such rubbish as “Phyllis,” “Lilla,” “Fair orbs.

Eyes I would call thee, but stars thou art.”

Stuff so irritating That the world is fed up with it by now.

Ma qui voi mi direte: “Eh! Cominciate!”

Aspettate! Aspettate: L’ho ritrovata affè.

Oh, questa è nuova; Veri proverbi son: “Chi cerca trova.”

La vuò cantar, Si ben non fa per me; L’ho ritrovata affè.

But now you tell me “Eh! Begin already!”

Wait! Wait!

I’ve found it for sure.

Oh, this is a new one; As the saying goes “Seek and ye shall find.”

I’ll sing it, Even though I didn’t write it; I’ve found it for sure.

Non si può resister più!

Tutti cercano parole, Ogni feminine vuole, Perchè tutto van dietro alla virtù.

Non si può resister più!

No one can resist any longer!

Everybody’s looking for lyrics, Every woman wants them, Because everyone chases after talent.

No one can resist any longer!

Texts & Translations

Dame, monache, zitelle, Sposa, vedove, cassate, Donne pubbliche, private, Principesse e damigelle: Io non dico queste o quelle: Basta sol che tante e tante Voglion roba stravagante E non sanno cantar lanturlulu.

Non si può resister più!

Chi domanda canzonetta E chi vuol recitativi; Chi morali, chi lasciavi, E chi pien di barzelette, Ad ogn’un se ne promette Che son versi e non cecchini, Che se fossero quattrini Nemmen ci basteria tutto il Perù.

Non si può resister più!

Ladies, nuns, old maids, Wives, widows, female relatives, Public women, kept women, Princesses and young ladies: I won’t say which ones, Suffice it to say that so many of them Want fancy stuff to sing And they can’t carry a tune in a paper bag.

No one can resist any longer One asks for ditties, And another wants recitatives; One moral songs, and another dirty ones, And one only little silly numbers; You must assure everyone That these are just songs, not gold pieces, And if they were coins, Even all Perú couldn’t supply as many; No one can resist any longer!

S’ode ognor per i rioni Dir: “do, re, mi, fa, sol, la.”

Gira pur di qua e di la, Dapertutto son canzoni.

Questo avvien per chi fa doni, Voglion correr la lor lancia E son tanti che la Francia Sto per dir che non ha tanti monsù.

Non si può resister più!

One constantly hears in the streets “Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la.”

Just walk around; There are songs everywhere.

That’s what happens when they’re given out, They want their works to circulate, And there are so many that I have to say That France hasn’t as many Monsieurs.

No one can resist any longer!

Vi sarà qualche figliola Che non sa dire “mama” o “tata” E pur vedesi applicata A ridir la solfa in scuola.

Or col mastro sola sola Va spargendo le battute Perche stima gran virtute Cantar fin che l’è notte in su e in giù.

Non si può resister più!

Take some young girl, Who can’t yet say “mama” or “nanny,” And there she is Practicing her scales in school.

Now, all alone with the teacher She goes beating out the rhythms, Because it’s considered a great virtue To be able to warble up & down, day & night.

No one can resist any longer!

Non si può resister più!

Tutti cercano parole, Ogni feminine vuole, Perchè tutto van dietro alla virtù.

Non si può resister più!

No one can resist any longer!

Everybody’s looking for lyrics, Every woman wants them, Because everyone chases after talent.

No one can resist any longer!

Texts & Translations

Con tante ciarle e tante Credea farvi partire, Ma non movendo voi punto le piante Mi risolvo di dire Che se non intendeste Quell’ “aspettate” che sentito avete, Io vi vuò dichiarar la cifra mia: “Aspettate” vuol dire “andate via!”

With all this blather, I hoped to make you leave, But, since you’re not making tracks I guess I’ll have to explain In case you didn’t understand That word “wait” that you heard, I shall translate for you: “Wait” means “scram!”

george frideric handel Gloria in Excelsis Deo I. Gloria in excelsis Deo

Glory in the highest to God.

II. Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis.

And on earth peace to men of good will.

III. Laudamus te. Benedicimus te. Adoramus te.

Glorificamus te.

Gratias agimus tibi propter magnam gloriam tuam.

IV. Domine Deus, Rex coelestis, Deus Pater omnipotens.

Domine Fili unigenite, Jesu Christe.

Domine Deus, Agnus Dei, Filius Patris.

V. Qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.

Qui tollis peccata mundi, suscipe deprecationem nostram.

Qui sedes ad dexteram Patris, miserere nobis.

VI. Quoniam tu solus sanctus. Tu solus Dominus.

Tu solus altissimus, Jesu Christe.

Cum Sancto Spiritu in gloria Dei Patris. Amen.

We praise thee. We bless thee. We worship thee.

We glorify thee.

We give thee thanks because of thy great glory.

Lord God, King of heaven, God the Father almighty.

Lord Son only begotten, Jesus Christ.

Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father.

Who takes away sins of world, have mercy on us.

Who takes away sins of world, receive supplication [which is] ours.

Who sits at the right hand of Father, have mercy on us.

For thou alone art holy. Thou alone art the Lord.

Thou alone art the most high, Jesus Christ.

With the Holy Spirit in the glory of God the Father, Amen.

Texts & Translations

kurt weill Frauentanz, Op. 10 (Sieben Gedichte des Mittelalters) I. Wir haben die winterlange (Dietmar von Aiste) Wir haben die winterlange Nacht Mit Freuden wohl empfangen Ich und ein Ritter wohlbedacht, Sein Wille ist ergangen.

Wie wir es beide uns gedacht, So hat ers an ein End gebracht, Mit mancher Freude und Liebe viel, Er ist wie ihn mein Herze will

We have the long winter night With joy well received I and a knight well thought of His will is given.

As we both thought Thus, first brought to an end With much joy and love He is what my heart wants

II. Wo zwei Herzenliebe (Anon.)

Wo zwei Herzenliebe An einem Tanze gan, Sie lassent ihr Äugelin schliessen, Sie sehen einander an.

Sie lassent ihr Äugelin schiessen, Recht als ihn nit darum sei, Sie gedenken in ihren Sinnen, Ach, läg ich dir nahe bei.

Where two hearts love At a dance of hearts Let her close her eyes They look at each other Let her close their eyes.

They intend their senses In silent yearning do they think Oh, I could lie down near you.

III. Ach wär mein Lieb ein Brünnlein kalt (Anon.)

Ach wär mein Lieb ein Brünnlein kalt Und spräng aus einem Stein, Und wär ich dann der grüne Wald, So tränk ichs in mich ein, Und wollt es nimmer lassen, Wollts ganz und gar umfassen, So gestern und heut und alle Zeit Bis in die ewige Seligkeit.

Oh, were my love a little cold brook And sprang from a stone, And then I’d be the green forest So just take a drink from me And want it to never leave.

Wanted wholly to include, So yesterday and today and for all time Until the eternal bliss.

Texts & Translations

IV. Dieser Stern im Dunkeln (Der von Kürenberg) Dieser Stern im Dunkeln Sieh, verbirgt er sich, Schöne Frau, so tue, Wenn du siehest mich.

So lass du deine Augen gehn An einen andern Mann, So weiss doch niemals jemand, Was unter uns zwein ist getan.

This star in the dark Look, he hides himself Beautiful woman, so do, If you love me, seest.

So let you wander your eyes To another man As pure, no one can know What we did together.

V. Eines Maienmorgens schön (Herzog Johann von Brabant) Eines Maienmorgens schön Tat ich früh aufstehn, In ein schön Baumgärtelein Wollt ich spielen gehn, Da fand ich drei Jungfrauen stehn, Die eine sang vor, Die andre nach: Harbalorifa, harbalorifa.

On a May morning fair did I early arise, In a beautiful blooming garden I wanted to play, And there I found three maidens.

One started to sing, the other one too “harbalorifa.”

Da ich sah das schöne Kraut In dem Baumgärtlein Und ich hörte den süßen Laut Von den Mädchen fein, Das erquickte das Herze mein, Daß ich musst’ singen nach: Harbalorifa, harbalorifa.

When I saw the lovely leaves In the blooming garden And I heard the dulcet sound Of the maidens fine My heart quickened so That I had to sing along: “harbalorifa.”

Da grüßt ich die Allerschönste, Die darunter stund, Ich ließ meinen Arm all um sie gehn, Da zur selben Stund, Ich wollt sie küssen auf den Mund.

Sie sprach: Laß das, laß das, laß da, Harbalorifa, harbalorifa.

As I greet the fairest That among them stood, I let my arm go all around her, And at the same moment, I wanted to kiss her on the mouth.

She said, leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone, Harbalorifa, harbalorifa.

Texts & Translations

VI. Ich will Trauern lassen stehn (Anonimo) Ich will Trauern lassen stehn, Auf die Heide solln wir gehn, Vielliebe Gespielen mein, Da sehen wir der Blumen Schein.

Ich sage dich, ich sage dir, Mein Geselle komm mit mir.

Süsse Minne werde mein, Mache mir ein Kränzelein, Das soll tragen ein stolzer Mann, Der wohl Frauen dienen kann.

Ich sage dich, ich sage dir, Mein Geselle komm mit mir.

I will let mourning stay behind, On the meadow we should go, Much love my playmates As we see the flowers glimmer.

I tell you, I tell you, My companion, come with me.

Sweet love, will do my Make for me a garland of flowers That should make proud a man who well serves women I tell you, I tell you, My companion come with me.

VII. Ich schlaf, ich wach (Anon.)

Ich schlaf, ich wach, Ich geh, ich steh, Ich kann dein nit vergessen.

Mich deucht, dass ich Dich allzeit see, Du hast mein Herz besessen.

Wie hübsch sein dein Gebärden.

Für dir hab ich nun gar kein Ruh Auf dieser Welt und Erden.

I sleep, I wake, I walk, I stand— I cannot forget you.

It seems to me that, You always see.

You have possessed my heart.

How wondrous are your gestures.

For you, now I have no peace In this world and earth.

barbara strozzi Questa è la nuova Translation: Ellen Hargis Questa, questa è la nuova ch’io v’ho da dire amanti, ch’amando non si trova altro che pene e pianti.

Ben il mio cor il prova e volete ch’io canti.

Senta, senta chi brama la canzonetta udire: non s’ama, no, non s’ama senza pena e martire.

A chi m’invita e chiama altro non ho che dire.

This is the news That I have to tell you, lovers, In loving, nothing can be found But pain and tears: My heart knows this well, And yet you want me to sing about it.

Listen, listen, you who desire To hear my song: There is no love Without pain and torment.

To you who invite and call me I have nothing else to say.

Texts & Translations

Deh, cantar non mi fate, che la canzon peggiora, Quante bevande ingrate sugge chi s’innamora!

Ha poca caritate chi vuol ch’io canti ancora.

Alas, don’t make me sing, For the song just gets worse, As he who is in love avoids Such ungrateful drinks.

They who want me to sing are lacking in charity!

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