I Hate Music full programm - Chanda VanderHart, pianistchanda.biz/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/I-Hate-Music-programm.pdf · Duérmete, niño, duerme, Duerme, mi alma, Duérmete, lucerito

Rusalina GENOVA, Soprano

Chanda VANDERHART, Piano

I HATE MUSIC… BUT I LIKE TO SINGA Recital of Love Songs

Rusalina GENOVA, Sopran

Chanda VANDERHART, Piano I HATE MUSIC… BUT I LIKE TO SING

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I Hate Music…but I like to Sing!

Yes, the relationship between musicians and

the world of music is a complicated one.

What began as a simple passion soon develops

into long hours of practice, audition stress,

constant criticism and long hours of travel, all

for the love of the concert performance and

the applause of the audience.

Despite these frustrations, and maybe even

because of them, we singers and pianists

keep on making music together. Are we

crazy? Obsessed? Or is it just because music

itself is so brilliantly beautiful that we cannot

help ourselves?

Whatever the reason, this illness is somehow

universal. “I Hate Music…” celebrates this

tumultuous relationship with music; this

complicated, frustrating and often irritating

passion that keeps all true musicians

constantly striving for perfection. In five

languages, Russian, French, English, Italian

and Spanish, some of the most expressive,

humorous and beautiful art songs about love

in all its diversity are explored, celebrated,

and dedicated to whoever will listen.

Through “I Hate Music…” we remind

ourselves, as well as our audience, what fun

it can be to do what we, musicians, love to

do.



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1................ I Hate Music by Leonard Bernstein 2......................A Charm by Benjamin Britten 3....... The Secrets Of The Old by Samuel Barber 4...............What's a lady like me by Kurt Weill 5........................ À Chloris by Reynaldo Hahn 6....................... La Coccinelle Georges Bizet 7. Le Bachelier de Salamanque by Albert Roussel 8.................... Al amor by Fernando Obradors 9............................Nana by Manuel de Falla 10 .................. Chiquitita by Manuel Obradors 11 ....Op. 34-14 Vocalise by Sergei Rachmaninov 12 ....... Son (In Dreams) by Sergei Rachmaninov 13 .................... Solovej by Alexander Alabiev 14 ................. La Danza by Gioacchino Rossini 15 ............. Mattinata by Ruggiero Leoncavallo



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1 I Hate Music I hate music, but I like to sing La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaa! But that's not music! Not what I call MUSIC, no sir! Music is a lot of men with a lot of tails making lots of noise like a lot of females Music is a lot of folks in a big dark hall where they really don't want to be at all with a lot of chairs and a lot of heirs and a lot of furs and diamonds! Music is silly I hate music...but i like to sing

2 A Charm of Lullabies - A Charm Quiet! Sleep! or I will make Erinnys whip thee with a snake, And cruel Rhadamanthus take Thy body to the boiling lake, Where fire and brimstones never slake; Thy heart shall burn, thy head shall ache, And ev'ry joint about thee quake; And therefor dare not yet to wake! Quiet, sleep! Quiet, sleep! Quiet! Quiet! Sleep! or thou shalt see The horrid hags of Tartary, Whose tresses ugly serpants be, And Cerberus shall bark at thee, And all the Furies that are three The worst is called Tisiphone, Shall lash thee to eternity; And therefor sleep thou peacefully Quiet, sleep! Quiet, sleep! Quiet!



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3 The Secrets Of The Old I have old women's secrets now That had those of the young; Madge tells me what I dared not think When my blood was strong, And what had drowned a lover once Sounds like an old song.

Though Margery is stricken dumb If thrown in Madge's way, We three make up a solitude; For none alive to-day Can know the stories that we know Or say the things we say:

How such a man pleased women most Of all that are gone, How such a pair loved many years And such a pair but one, Stories of the bed of straw Or the bed of down.

4 What's a lady like me What’s a Lady Like Me doin’ in a joint like this? As Marie Antoinette at the guillotine said, ‘Louis my dear, I think I’m losing my head’, What’s a Lady like me doin’ in a dump like this?

Mary, Queen of Scots, with her final breath Told her executioner, ‘this place is death’. Elizabeth to Raleigh cried, ‘Listen Bud, Drop me in that puddle, your name is mud’. You must understand I’m an extraordinary miss. What’s a Queen like me doin’ in a hole like this?

When the Titanic started sinkin’, Molly Brown sure made a fuss, She said, ‘I asked for ice but this is ridiculous’, The empress Poppea said to Nero as he was fiddlin’ around, ‘I asked you to get hot not burn the whole place down’, You must understand I’m an extraordinary miss. What’s an Empress like me doin’ on a hot seat like this?

Like these famous ladies of history when confronted with things that appall, Turned to their lovers with dignity and said ‘take me away from it all’, As Cleopatra said, when her asp began to hiss, ‘What’s an Egyptian like me doing with a big asp like this?’

What is a Lady like me doin’ in a joint like this?



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5 À Chloris S'il est vrai, Chloris, que tu m'aimes, Mais j'entends, que tu m'aimes bien, Je ne crois point que les rois mêmes Aient un bonheur pareil au mien. Que la mort serait importune De venir changer ma fortune A la félicité des cieux! Tout ce qu'on dit de l'ambroisie Ne touche point ma fantaisie Au prix des grâces de tes yeux.

If it be true, Chloris, that thou lovst me, And I understand that thou dost love me well), I do not believe that even kings Could know such happiness as mine. How unwelcome death would be, If it came to exchange my fortune With the joy of heaven! All that they say of ambrosia Does not fire my imagination Like the favour of thine eyes.

6 La Coccinelle Elle me dit: "Quelque chose Me tourmente." Et j'aperçus Son cou de neige, et, dessus, Un petit insecte rose. J'aurais dû - mais, sage ou fou, À seize ans, on est farouche, - Voir le baiser sur sa bouche Plus que l'insecte à son cou. On eût dit un coquillage; Dos rose et taché de noir. Les fauvettes pour nous voir Se penchaient dans le feuillage. Sa bouche fraîche était là: Je me courbai sur la belle, Et je pris la coccinelle; Mais le baiser s'envola. "Fils, apprends comme on me nomme", Dit l'insecte du ciel bleu, "Les bêtes sont au bon Dieu; Mais la bêtise est à l'homme."

The Ladybird

She said to me: "Something's Itching me." And I saw Her snow-white neck, and on it A small rose-coloured insect. I should - but right or wrong, At sixteen one is shy - Have seen the kiss on her lips More than the insect on her neck. Like a shell it shone; Red back speckled with black. The warblers, to catch a glimpse of us, Craned their necks in the branches. Her fresh mouth was there: I leaned over the lovely girl, And dislodged the ladybird, But the kiss flew away! Son, learn my name", Said the insect from the blue sky, Creatures belong to our good Lord, But cretins belong to man."



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7 Le Bachelier de Salamanque Où vas-tu, toi qui passes si tard Dans les rues désertes de Salamanque Avec ta toque noire et ta guitare Que tu dissimules sous ta mante? Le couvre-feu est déjà sonné Et depuis longtemps, dans leurs paisibles maisons, Les bourgeois dorment à poings fermés. Ne sais-tu pas qu'un édit de l'alcade Ordonne de jeter en prison Tous les donneurs de sérénade, Que les malandrins couperont ta chaîne d'or Et que la fille de l'Almirante Pour qui vainement tu te tourmentes Se moque de toi derrière son mirador?

The Student from Salamanca

Where are you going, you who pass so late In the deserted streets of Salamanca, With your black cap and guitar, Hidden beneath your cloak? The curfew has already sounded And for hours in their peaceful homes The burghers have been sound asleep. Do you not know the sheriff has decreed Prison as punishment for those Who sing their serenades, That brigands will cut your golden chain, And that the Admiral's daughter For whom you sigh in vain Mocks you from her mirador?

8 Canciones Espanolas - Al amor Dame, Amor, besos sin cuento Asido de mis cabellos Y mil y ciento tras ellos Y tras ellos mil y ciento Y después... De muchos millares, tres! Y porque nadie lo sienta Desbaratemos la cuenta Y... contemos al revés.

To the beloved

Give me, Love, kisses without number, as the number of hairs on my head, and give me a thousand and a hundred after that, and a hundred and a thousand after that... and after those... many thousands... give me three more! And so that no one feels bad... Let us tear up the tally and begin counting backwards!

9 Siete canciones populares españolas – Nana Duérmete, niño, duerme, Duerme, mi alma, Duérmete, lucerito De la mañana. Nanita, nana, Nanita, nana, Duérmete, lucerito De la mañana.

Sleep, child, sleep, Sleep, my soul, Sleep, little light of the morning Nanita, nana, Nanita, nana, Sleep little light of the morning



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10 Chiquitita la novia Chiquitita la novia, Chiquitita el novio, Chiquitita la sala, Y er dormitorio, Por eso yo quiero Chiquitita la cama Y er mosquitero.

Tiny is the bride, Tiny is the groom, Tiny is the living room, Tiny is the bedroom. That is why I want A tiny bed with a Mosquito net.

11 Op. 34-14 Vocalise

12 Son (In Dreams) V mire net nichego Dozhdelenneje sna, Chary jest' u nego, U nego tishina, U nego na ustakh Ni pechal' i ni smekh, I v bezdonnykh ochakh Mnogo tajnykh utekh. U nego shiroki, Shiroki dva kryla, I legki, tak ljogki, Kak polnochnaja mgla. Ne ponjat', kak nesjot, I kuda i na chem On krylom ne vzmakhnet I ne dvinet plechom.

A dream

There is nothing more desirable In the world than the dream. It has magic stillness. It has on its lips No sadness, no laughter And bottomless eyes, and many hidden pleasures. It has two immense wings, as light as the shadow of midnight. It's unfathomable how it carries them, and where and on what; It will not beat its wings, And it will not move its shoulder.



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13 Solovej Solovej moj, solovej, Golosistyj solovej! Ty kuda, kuda letish', Gde vsju nochku propojesh'? [ Solovej moj, solovej, Golosistyj solovej!]1 Kto-to, bednaja, kak ja, Noch' proslushajet tebja, Ne smykajuchi ochej, Utopajuchi v slezakh? [ Solovej moj, solovej, Golosistyj solovej!]1 Ty leti, moj solovej, Khot' za tridevjat' zemel', Khot' za sinije morja, Na chuzhije berega; Solovej moj, solovej, Golosistyj solovej! Pobyvaj vo vsekh stranakh, V derevnjakh i gorodakh: Ne najti tebe nigde Goremychneje menja. [ Solovej moj, solovej, Golosistyj solovej!]1 [ U menja li u mladoj Dorog zhemchug na grudi, U menja li u mladoj Zhar-kolechko na ruke, U menja li u mladoj V serdce malen'kij druzhok. V den' osennij na grudi Krupnyj zhemchug potusknel, V zimnju nochku na ruke Raspajalosja kol'co, A kak nyneshnej vesnoj Razljubil menja miloj. ]2

Nightingale

My nightingale, nightingale Sweet-voiced nightingale! To where are you flying? Where will you sing all night? My nightingale, nightingale Sweet-voiced nightingale! Will some other unfortunate maiden like me Listen to you tonight, Unable to close her eyes, Drowning in tears? My nightingale, nightingale Sweet-voiced nightingale! You fly, my nightingale, over thirty-nine lands over blue seas to foreign shores; My nightingale, nightingale Sweet-voiced nightingale! Travel through every country, Through villages, through towns: You will not find anywhere Someone more unhappy than I! My nightingale, nightingale Sweet-voiced nightingale! 1 added by Aliabev. 2 not set by Aliabev.



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14 La Danza Già la luna è in mezzo al mare, mamma mia si salterà, l'ora è bella per danzare chi è in amor non mancherà. Presto in danza a tondo, donne mie venite quà, un garzon bello e giocondo a ciascuna toccherà, finchè in ciel brilla una stella e la luna splenderà. Il più bel con la più bella tutta notte danzerà. (Mamma mia, mamma mia, già la luna è in mezzo al mare, mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia si salterà. Frinche frinche frinche frinche mamma mia, si salterà, La la ra la ra...) Salta, salta, gira, gira, ogni coppia a cerchio va, già s'avvanza si ritira e all' assalto tornerà. Serra, serra colla bionda collabruna va quà e là, colla rossa và a seconda colla smorta fermo sta! Viva il ballo a tondo a tondo sono un Rè, sono un Bascià, è il più bel piacer del mondo la più cara voluttà. (Mamma mia, mamma mia, già la luna è in mezzo al mare, mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia si salterà. Frinche frinche frinche frinche mamma mia, si salterà, La la ra la ra...)

The dance

Already the moon dips into the sea, My goodness, she'll jump right in; The hour is pleasant for dancing, and no one in love would want to miss. Swiftly dancing round and round, My dear ladies, come to me, See a handsome smiling fellow Willing to dance with every one. While the evening star shines in the sky And the moon glows brightly, The most handsome with the fairest Will dance the night away. Jump, jump, turn and turn, Every couple circling round, Back and forth and over again And return where you began. Hold on tightly to the blonde, Take the brunette here and there, take the redhead for a turn, the wallflower you better don't touch. Hooray for dancing round and round, I'm a king, a pasha too, This is the greatest pleasure on earth, And the dearest passion? ! Mamma mia, my goodness...



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15 Mattinata L'Aurora, di bianco vestita, Già l'uscio dischiude al gran sol, Di già con le rose sue dita Carezza de' fiori lo stuol! Commosso da un fremito arcano Intorno il creato già par, E tu non ti desti, ed invano Mi sto qui dolente a cantar: Metti anche tu la veste bianca e schiudi l'uscio al tuo cantor! Ove non sei la luce manca, Ove tu sei nasce l'amor! etc.

Morning

The dawn, dressed in white, has already opened the door to the sun, and with pink fingers caresses the myriads with flowers. A mysterious trembling seems to disturb all nature, yet you will not get up, and vainly I stand here sadly and sing. Dress yourself, too, in white and open the door to your serenades! Where you are not, all is dark, where you are, love is born! etc.

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I Hate Music full programm - Chanda VanderHart, pianistchanda.biz/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/I-Hate-Music-programm.pdf · Duérmete, niño, duerme, Duerme, mi alma, Duérmete, lucerito