Robert Blocker, Dean
Convocation Thursday, September 5, 2019 | 7:00 p.m. Morse Recital Hall in Sprague Memorial Hall
overture “Sound the Trumpet” from Come, ye Sons of Art Away Henry Purcell James Taylor, tenor Kevin Cobb, trumpet Wei-Yi Yang ’95MM ’96AD ’99MMA ’04DMA, piano welcome Robert Blocker The Henry and Lucy Moses Dean of Music Professor of Piano Professor, School of Management, Affiliate invocation Martin Jean Director, Institute of Sacred Music Professor of Organ Professor Adjunct of Divinity remarks Peter Salovey President, Yale University Chris Argyris Professor of Psychology performance La vie en rose Louis Guglielmi/Édith Piaf “C’est ainsi que tu es” from Métamorphoses Francis Poulenc/ Louise de Vilmorin Le soleil et la lune Charles Trenet Annie Rosen ’08BA ’12MM, soprano Hilda Huang ’17BS ’19MM ’20MMA, piano presentation Samuel Simons Sanford Medal
remarks Richard Levin President Emeritus, Yale University Frederick William Beinecke Professor Emeritus of Economics Professor Emeritus, School of Management performance The Köln Concert (Part IIC, arranged for marimba) Keith Jarrett Rhythmic Caprice Leigh Howard Stevens Jisu Jung ’19MM ’20AD, percussion matriculation of the entering class Dean Blocker Benjamin Polak Provost, Yale University William C. Brainard Professor of Economics Professor, School of Management remarks Beyond Beginnings Dean Blocker performance An die Musik
Franz Schubert/ Franz von Schober David Shifrin, clarinet Wei-Yi Yang, piano Marguerite Brooks, conductor
The audience is invited to sing after the entire song (both stanzas) is performed. Please turn to the last page for words and music. Reception immediately following at the Sterling Memorial Library Nave.
texts and translations “Sound the Trumpet” from Come, ye Sons of Art Away
Henry Purcell
Sound the trumpet! Sound the trumpet till around You make the list’ning shores rebound. On the sprightly hautboy play All the instruments of joy That skillful numbers can employ, To celebrate the glories of this day. La vie en rose (Life through Rose Colored Lenses)
Louis Guglielmi/ Édith Piaf
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche, voilà le portrait sans retouche de l’homme auquel j’appartiens.
Eyes that make mine lower, A laugh that loses itself on his mouth Here is the untouched portrait Of the man to whom I belong.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras, il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose.
When he takes me in his arms, He speaks softly to me, I see life through rose colored lenses.
Il me dit des mots d’amour, des mots de tous les jours et ça me fait quelque chose.
He says to me words of love, Words of forever And that does something to me.
Il est entré dans mon cœur une part de bonheur dont je connais la cause.
He has brought to my heart A piece of happiness Of which I know the cause.
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie.
He is mine, and I am his in this life,
Et dès que je l’aperçois, alors je sens en moi mon cœur qui bat.
And since I first saw him, I have felt in me My heart beating.
He told me this, swore it for life.
texts and translations “C’est ainsi que tu es” (“That is How You Are”) from Métamorphoses Francis Poulenc/ Louise de Vilmorin Ta chair d’âme mêlée Chevelure emmêlée, Ton pied courant le temps, Ton ombre qui s’étend Et murmure à ma tempe. Voilà, c’est ton portrait, C’est ainsi que tu es Et je veux te l’écrire Pour que la nuit venue Tu puisses croire et dire Que je t’ai bien connue.
Your flesh, mingled with soul, Your tangled hair, Your feet pursuing time, Your shadow which stretches And whispers close to my temple. There, that is your portrait, That is how you are, And I shall write it down for you So that when night comes, You may believe and say That I knew you well.
Le soleil et la lune (The Sun and the Moon) Sur le toit de l’hôtel où je vis avec toi Quand j’attends ta venue mon amie Que la nuit fait chanter plus fort et mieux que moi Tous les chats tous les chat tous les chats Que dit-on sur les toits que répètent les voix De ces chats de ces chats qui s’ennuient? Des chansons que je sais que je traduis pour toi Les voici les voici les voilà... Le soleil a rendez-vous avec la lune Mais la lune n’est pas là et le soleil l’attend Ici-bas souvent chacun pour sa chacune Chacun doit en faire autant
Charles Trenet
On the roof of the hotel where I live with you When I wait for your arrival, my love, How the night induces singing far better and louder than mine From all the cats—all the cats—all the cats! What do they say on the roofs, what do the voices repeat The voices of the cats who grow bored? Songs I know, which I translate for you— Here they are, here they are, there they are! The sun has a date with the moon But the moon isn’t there and the sun waits for her Here on earth every man often has to do just that For his lady-love. continued …
La lune est là, la lune est là La lune est là, mais le soleil ne la voit pas Pour la trouver il faut la nuit Il faut la nuit mais le soleil ne le sait pas et toujours luit Le soleil a rendez-vous avec la lune Mais la lune n’est pas là et le soleil l’attend Papa dit qu’il a vu ça lui... Des savants avertis par la pluie et le vent Annonçaient un jour la fin du monde
The moon is there, the moon is there, The moon is there but the sun doesn’t see her, To find her he needs the night He needs the night but the sun doesn’t know that and keeps on shining The sun has a date with the moon But the moon isn’t there and the sun waits for her… Papa says that he saw it himself….
Les journaux commentaient en termes émouvants Les avis les aveux des savants Bien des gens affolés demandaient aux agents Si le monde était pris dans la ronde C’est alors que docteurs savants et professeurs Entonnèrent subito tous en chœur
Wise men warned by the rain and the wind Announced one day the end of the world The newspapers wrote moving essays On the opinions and the declarations of the wise men. Many distraught people asked their officials If the world was done for At that point learned doctors and professors Suddenly struck up this chorus:
Le soleil a rendez-vous avec la lune…
The sun has a date with the moon…
Philosophes écoutez: cette phrase est pour vous: Le bonheur est un astre volage Qui s’enfuit à l’appel de bien des rendez-vous Il s’efface il se meurt devant nous Quand on croit qu’il est loin il est là tout près de vous Il voyage il voyage il voyage Puis il part il revient il s’en va n’importe où Cherchez-le il est un peu partout, n’importe où
Philosophers, take note: this part is for you: Happiness is a shooting star Which flies away at the call of many an assignation It disappears and dies before our eyes When you think it is far away it is there right next to you It travels it travels it travels Then it departs, it comes back, it leaves for parts unknown Look for it, it seems to be hovering everywhere Look for it, it seems to be hovering
Cherchez-le il est un peu partout...
The sun has a date with the moon…
An die Musik Franz Schubert (1797–1828) | Text by Franz von Schober (1796–1882) Translation by Richard Cross
Robert Blocker, Dean