Centennial Lecture Hall March 12, 1968 8:15p.m

Goetzinger, Joann, Mezzo-Soprano

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Centennial Lecture HallMarch 12, 19688:15 p.m

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Illinois State University ISU ReD: Research and eData School of Music Programs Music 3-12-1968 Faculty Recital:Joann Goetzinger, Mezzo-Soprano Joann Goetzinger Mezzo-Soprano Illinois State University Follow this and additional works at: https://ir.library.illinoisstate.edu/somp  Part of the Music Performance Commons Recommended Citation Goetzinger, Joann Mezzo-Soprano, "Faculty Recital:Joann Goetzinger, Mezzo-Soprano" (1968). School of Music Programs. 3445. https://ir.library.illinoisstate.edu/somp/3445 This Concert Program is brought to you for free and open access by the Music at ISU ReD: Research and eData. It has been accepted for inclusion in School of Music Programs by an authorized administrator of ISU ReD: Research and eData. For more information, please contact ISUReD@ilstu.edu. ILLINOIS STA :V E UNIVERSITY PROGRAM rers Nachtl ied em Wasser zu singen ;rabe Anselmos ~n und Weinen Jachtigall 'rom Seven Early Songs ( 1907) -I n t e r m s s o n-ts populaires ~hanson espagnole ~hanson francaise ~hanson italienne ~hanson hebraique re, the gentlest mother ·e came a wind like a bugle Frans Schubert Frans Schubert Frans Schubert Frans Schubert Alban Berg Alban Berg Maurice Ravel Aaron Cop land Aaron Copland TRANSLATIONS Wandrers NachtHed (Wanderer's Nightsong) Over all the peaks is silence, in all tree-tops there is hardly a breath stirring; the birds of the forest are silent. Wait, only wait; soon thou, too, art at rest. Auf dem Wasser zu singen (To be sung on the water) Amid the shimmer of the mirroring waves, glides, like swans, the rocking boat; ah, on the soft shimmering waves of joy the soul glides away like the boat; for down from the heavens upon the waves the evening light dances around the boat. Over the treetops of the grove to the west the rosy gleam beckons us on; under the branches of the grove to the east the iris rustles in the rosy light. Happiness of the heavens and quiet of the groves the soul breathes in the btushing light. Ah, time passes with dewy wings for me on the rocking waves. So tomorrow may time fade with its shimmering wings again, as yesterday and today, until I, ascending on higher shining wings, myself shall yield to the changing time. Am Grabe Anselmos (At Anselm's grave) That I have lost you, that you are no more, ah, that my Anselm is lying here in this grave-that is my grief! See how we two loved one another, and joy will never enter my heart again as long as I live. Lachen und Weinen (Laughing and Crying) Laughing and crying, at different hours have such different reasons when one is in love. In the morning I laugh for joy; and why do I cry now in the evening light? I myself do not know. Crying and laughing, at different hours have such d ifferent reasons, when In the evening I cried for grief; then how can you wake up laughing in the morning? I must ask you, my heart. Nacht (Night) Twilight creeps over the valley, where mists gently rise; a brook whispers. Suddenly the veil is lifted. Ah, look! The magic land stretches before our gaze. Silver mountains tower above. one is in love. Silvery paths shine , as if from a secret land. The countryside sleeps. Silent beech trees cast black shadows over the path. A wisp of distant- smoke rises to the darkening sky. From the gloomy darkness, little lights shine silently. My soul drinks of the solitude. Die Nachtigal l (The Nightingale) The nightingale has sung all night long, her song echoing from tree to tree in the rose garden. She used to be a wild young maid, but now deep in thought, she walks in the sun, her summer hat in hand. Folk Songs Spanish Goodbye, my man! You smile as off to war you go, but don't forget who waits for you. Castilla sends our boys to war. They go as soft as roses and return as hard as spikes. French Jeanette, where shall we go to spend a pleasant hour together? Down there in that meadow where there are fine secluded spots! The shep-herd boy sheds his cloak and sits Jeanette beside him. Jeanette had such fun that she forgot everything else . Italian Leaning from my window, I hear the sea, I hear my deepest misery. I call my love, naught answers me. Hebrew Mayerke, my son, do you know before whom you are standing? -Before the King of Kings, my father. Mayerke, my son, what are you asking of him? -Children, life and food, my father. Mayerke, my son, why do you want children? -Children can be taught the Torah, m y father. Mayerke, my son, why do you want life? - A ll life glorifies the Lord, m y father. Mayerke, my son, why do you want food? -T~k-o rrH""\rl o:::d· :=at""'lrl hl o.c-c- ;t- , ... ,, .. " I -F~+-h.-c."' To This We've Come from "The Consul" Gian-Carlo Menotti "The Consul" takes place in the present in an unspecified country. Magda Sorel tries desperately to get a visa out of a police state. Becoming involved in the red tape of the dictatorial regime, she finds escape in suicide. The aria, "To This We've Come," is sung as she pays her final visit to the Consulate. Magda has met, day after day, with the consul's secretary and still has not obtained a visa. COMING EVENTS: March 13- University Band Concert, 8:15 p.m., Centennial Lecture Hall March 14 - Concert Band Concert, 8:15 p.m., Capen March 21 - University Orchestra Concert, 8:15 p. m., Capen 

Faculty Recital: Joann Goetzinger, Mezzo-Soprano; March 12, 1968

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