2013 Jubilus Concert III Program

JUBILUS FESTIVAL 2013
CONCERT III
A FESTIVAL OF SONG
Joan Crisman
Stephen Coxe
Bill Jernigan
Adrianna Rodgers
Alyssa Rodgers
Sunday, February 3, 2013
3:00pm
Unitarian Universalist Fellowship
Gainesville, Florida
JUBILUS FESTIVAL 2013
Sunday afternoon, February 3, 2013, 3:00pm
Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, Gainesville, Florida
~A FESTIVAL OF SONG~
The Lamb (2010)
William Blake
Stephen Coxe
(b. 1966)
Adrianna Rodgers, soprano
Stephen Coxe, piano
Sonatine (1905)
I Modéré
II Mouvement de Menuet
III Animé
Maurice Ravel
(1875-1937)
Stephen Coxe, piano
Ariettes oubliées (1887)
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896), "Romances sans paroles" (1874)
I C'est l'extase languoreuse
II Il pleure dans mon coeur
III L'ombre des arbres
IV Chevaux des bois
V Green (Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles)
VI Spleen (Les roses étaient toutes rouges)
Claude Debussy
(1862-1918)
Adrianna Rodgers, soprano
Stephen Coxe, piano
- Intermission A Charm of Lullabies, Op. 41 (1947)
1. A Cradle Song (William Blake)
2. The Highland Balou (Robert Burns)
3. Sephestia's Lullaby (Robert Greene)
4. A Charm (Thomas Randolph)
5. The Nurse's Song (John Philip)
Benjamin Britten
(1913-1976)
Alyssa Rodgers, mezzo-soprano
Stephen Coxe, piano
Canticle II: Abraham and Isaac, Op. 51 (1952)
Chester Miracle Play (13th century)
Joan Crisman, contralto - Bill Jernigan, tenor
Stephen Coxe, piano
Benjamin Britten
The Lamb
Little Lamb who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
William Blake (1757-1827), "Songs of Innocence" (1789)
Ariettes oubliées (Forgotten Songs)
C'est l'extase langoureuse
C'est l'extase langoureuse,
C'est la fatigue amoureuse,
C'est tous les frissons des bois
Parmi l'étreinte des brises,
C'est vers les ramures grises
Le choeur des petites voix.
O le frêle et frais murmure!
Cela gazouille et susure,
Cela ressemble au cri doux
Que l'herbe agitée expire…
Tu dirais, sous l'eau qui vire,
Le roulis sourd des cailloux.
Cette âme qui se lamente
En cette plainte dormante
C'est la nôtre, n'est-ce pas?
La mienne, dis, et la tienne,
Dont s'exhale l'humble antienne
Par ce tiède soir, tout bas?
It is languorous ecstasy,
it is amorous fatigue,
it is all the rustling of the woods
among the breezes’ embrace,
it is near those grey branches,
the chorus of tiny voices.
O the frail and fresh murmur!
It twitters and whispers,
it resembles the sweet cry
that the windy grass exhales . . .
You would say, under the swirling water,
the rolling sound of pebbles.
This lamenting soul
in this sleeping cry,
It is ours, isn’t it?
Mine, tell me, and yours,
whose humble refrain we breathe
in this mild evening, so quietly?
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur?
Ô bruit doux de la pluie,
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,
Ô le bruit de la pluie!
Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
Quoi! nulle trahison? …
Ce deuil est sans raison.
C'est bien la pire peine,
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine!
It weeps in my heart
like it rains on the town;
What is this languor
that penetrates my heart?
O sweet noise of the rain,
Over earth and over rooftops!
For a heart that grows weary,
O the noise of the rain!
It weeps for no reason
in this heart that grows cold.
What! no betrayal?
This grief is without cause.
It is surely the worst pain
to not know why
without love or hatred
my heart has so much pain!
L'ombre des arbres
L'ombre des arbres dans la rivière embrumée
Meurt comme de la fumée,
Tandis qu'en l'air, parmi les ramures réelles,
Se plaignent les tourterelles.
Combien, ô voyageur, ce paysage blême
Te mira blême toi-même,
Et que tristes pleuraient dans les hautes feuillées, Tes espérances noyées.
The shadow of the trees in the misty river
fades like smoke,
while high up above, among the twisted branches,
the doves lament.
How much, o traveller, this pale landscape
mirrors your pallid self,
and how sadly they cry, high up in the leaves, your drowned hopes.
Chevaux de bois
Tournez, tournez, bons chevaux de bois,
Tournez cent tours, tournez mille tours,
Tournez souvent et tournez toujours,
Tournez, tournez au son des hautbois.
L'enfant tout rouge et la mère blanche,
Le gars en noir et la fille en rose,
L'une à la chose et l'autre à la pose,
Chacun se paie un sou de dimanche.
Tournez, tournez, chevaux de leur coeur,
Tandis qu'autour de tous vos tournois
Clignote l'oeil du filou sournois, flashes
Tournez au son du piston vainqueur!
C'est étonnant comme ça vous soûle
D'aller ainsi dans ce cirque bête
Rien dans le ventre et mal dans la tête,
Du mal en masse et du bien en foule.
Tournez, dadas, sans qu'il soit besoin
D'user jamais de nuls éperons
Pour commander à vos galops ronds
Tournez, tournez, sans espoir de foin.
Et dépêchez, chevaux de leur âme
Déjà voici que sonne à la soupe
La nuit qui tombe et chasse la troupe
De gais buveurs que leur soif affame.
Tournez, tournez ! Le ciel en velours
D'astres en or se vêt lentement.
L'église tinte un glas tristement.
Tournez au son joyeux des tambours!
Turn, turn, good wooden horses
turn a hundred turns, turn a thousand turns,
turn often and turn always,
turn, turn at the sound of the oboe.
The child all red-faced and the pale mother,
the boy in black and the girl in pink,
one still and the other posing,
each one having a little Sunday fun.
Turn, turn, horses of their hearts,
while all around your turning
the eye of the sly pick-pocket,
turn to the sound of the victorious cornet!
It’s astonishing how this intoxicates you
to go around like that in this ridiculous circle,
empty stomach and achy head,
so sick and full of folly.
Turn, wooden horses, without any need
to ever use spurs
to order your galloping around
turn, turn, without hope for hay.
And hurry, horses of their souls,
already there is the sound of the supper bell,
the night falls and chases away the band
of merry drinkers famished by their thirst.
Turn, turn! The velvet sky
with stars of gold adorns itself.
The church bell tolls sadly.
Turn to the happy sound of the drums!
Green
Voici des fruits, des fleurs, des feuilles et des branches
Et puis voici mon coeur qui ne bat que pour vous.
Ne le déchirez pas avec vos deux mains blanches
Et qu'à vos yeux si beaux l'humble présent soit doux.
J'arrive tout couvert encore de rosée
Que le vent du matin vient glacer à mon front.
Souffrez que ma fatigue, à vos pieds reposée,
Rêve des chers instants qui la délasseront.
Sur votre jeune sein laissez rouler ma tête
Toute sonore encore de vos derniers baisers;
Laissez-la s'apaiser de la bonne tempête,
Et que je dorme un peu puisque vous reposez.
Here are some fruits, flowers, leaves and branches
and then here is my heart which beats only for you.
Don’t rip it up with your two white hands
and in your beautiful eyes this gift may be sweet.
I arrive all covered still with dew
which the morning wind has frozen on my brow.
Suffer my fatigue, at your resting feet,
dream of the dear moments it refreshes.
On your young breast let me roll my head
all ringing still with your last kisses;
let it calm itself after the rapture,
and let me sleep a little since you are resting.
Spleen
Les roses étaient toutes rouges
Et les lierres étaient tout noirs.
Chère, pour peu que tu te bouges
Renaissent tous mes désespoirs.
Le ciel était trop bleu, trop tendre,
La mer trop verte et l'air trop doux.
Je crains toujours, -- ce qu'est d'attendre
Quelque fuite atroce de vous.
Du houx à la feuille vernie
Et du luisant buis je suis las,
Et de la campagne infinie
Et de tout, fors de vous, hélas!
The roses were all red
and the ivy was all black.
Dear, only a little move from you
reawakens all my despairs.
The sky was too blue, too tender,
the sea too green and the air too sweet.
I always fear - waiting all the time
for some dreadful flight away from you.
Of the holly with its glossy leaf
and of the shining boxwood I am weary,
And of the endless countryside
and of everything, except of you, alas!
A Charm of Lullabies
A Cradle Song
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break,
From thy cheek and from thy eye,
O'er the youthful harvests nigh.
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.
William Blake (1757-1827)
The Highland Balou
Hee Balou, my sweet wee Donald,
Picture o' the great Clanronald!
Brawlie kens our wanton Chief
What gat my young Highland thief.
(Hee Balou!)
Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie!
And thou live, thou'll steal a naigie,
Travel the country thro' and thro' ,
and bring hame a Carlisle cow!
Thro' the Lawlands, o'er the Border,
Weel, my babie, may thou furder!
Herry the louns o' the laigh Countrie,
Syne to the Highlands hame to me!
Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Sephestia's Lullaby
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Mother's wag, pretty boy,
Father's sorrow, father's joy;
When thy father first did see
Such a boy by him and me,
He was glad, I was woe;
Fortune changèd made him so,
When he left his pretty boy,
Last his sorrow, first his joy.
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
The wanton smiled, father wept,
Mother cried, baby leapt;
More he crow'd, more we cried,
Nature could not sorrow hide:
He must go, he must kiss
Child and mother, baby bliss,
For he left his pretty boy,
Father's sorrow, father's joy.
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Robert Greene (1558-1592)
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!
Thomas Randolph (1605-1635)
The Nurse's Song
Lullaby baby,
Lullaby baby,
Thy nurse will tend thee as duly as may be.
Lullaby baby!
Be still, my sweett sweeting, no longer do cry;
Sing lullaby baby, lullaby baby.
Let dolours be fleeting, I fancy thee, I ...
To rock and to lull thee I will not delay me.
Lullaby baby,
Lullabylabylaby baby,
Thy nurse will tend thee as duly as may be
Lullabylabylaby baby
The gods be thy shield and comfort in need!
The gods be thy shield and comfort in need!
Sing Lullaby baby,
Lullabylaby baby
They give thee good fortune and well for to speed,
And this to desire ... I will not delay me.
This to desire ... I will not delay me.
Lullaby lullabylaby baby,
Thy nurse will tend thee as duly as may be.
Lullabylabylabylaby baby.
John Philip (fl. 1561)
Canticle II: Abraham and Isaac
God speaks:
Abraham, my servant, Abraham,
Take Isaac, thy son by name,
That thou lovest the best of all,
And in sacrifice offer him to me
Upon that hill there besides thee.
Abraham, I will that so it be,
For aught that may befall.
Abraham:
My Lord, to Thee is mine intent
Ever to be obedient.
That son that Thou to me hast sent
Offer I will to Thee.
Thy bidding done shall be.
(Here Abraham, turning him to his son Isaac, saith:)
Make thee ready, my dear darling,
For we must do a little thing.
This woode do on thy back it bring,
We may no longer abide.
A sword and fire that I will take,
For sacrifice behoves me to make;
God's bidding will I not forsake,
But ever obedient be.
(Here Isaac speaketh to his father, and taketh a bundle of
sticks and beareth after his father, and saith:)
Isaac:
Father, I am all ready
To do your bidding most meekely,
And to bear this wood full bayn am I,
As you commanded me.
(Here they both go to the place to do sacrifice)
Abraham:
Now, Isaac son, go we our way
To yonder mount if that we may.
Isaac:
My dear father, I will essay
To follow you full fain.
(Abraham being minded to slay his son Isaac, lifts up his
hands, and saith the following:)
Abraham:
O! My heart will break in three,
To hear thy words I have pitye;
As Thou wilt, Lord, so must it be,
To Thee I will be bayn.
Lay down thy faggot, my own son dear.
Isaac:
All ready, father, lo it is here.
But why make you such heavy cheer?
Are you anything adread?
Abraham:
Isaac:
Ah! Dear God! That me is woe!
Father, if it be your will,
Where is the beast that we shall kill?
Abraham:
Isaac:
Thereof, son, is none upon this hill.
Father, I am full sore affeared
To see you bear that drawne sword.
Isaac, son, peace, I pray thee,
Thou breakest my heart even in three.
Abraham:
Isaac:
I pray you, father, [layn]2 nothing from me,
But tell me what you think.
Abraham:
Ah! Isaac, Isaac, I must thee kill!
Isaac:
Alas! Father, is that your will,
Your owne child for to spill
Upon this hilles brink?
If I have trespassed in any degree
With a yard you may beat me;
Put up your sword, if your will be,
For I am but a child.
Would God my mother were here
with me!
She would kneel down upon her knee,
Praying you, father, if it may be,
For to save my life.
Abraham:
O Isaac, son, to thee I say
God hath commanded me today
Sacrifice, this is no nay,
To make of thy bodye.
Isaac:
Is it God's will I shall be slain?
Abraham:
Yea, son, it is not for to layn.
(Here Isaac asketh his father's blessing on his knees, and saith:)
Isaac:
Father, seeing you mustë needs do so,
Let it pass lightly and over go;
Kneeling on my knees two,
Your blessing on me spread.
Abraham:
My blessing, dear son, give I thee
And thy mother's with heart free.
The blessing of the Trinity,
My dear Son, on thee light.
(Here Isaac riseth and cometh to his father, and he taketh him, and
bindeth and layeth him upon the altar to sacrifice him, and saith:)
Come hither, my child, thou art so sweet,
Thou must be bound both hands and feet.
Isaac:
Father, do with me as you will,
I must obey, and that is skill,
Godës commandment to fulfil,
For needs so it must be.
Abraham:
Isaac, Isaac, blessed must thou be.
Isaac:
Father, greet well my brethren ying,
And pray my mother of her blessing,
I come no more under her wing,
Farewell for ever and aye.
Abraham:
Farewell, my sweetë son of grace!
(Here Abraham doth kiss his son Isaac, and binds a kerchief
about his head.)
Isaac:
I pray you, father, turn down my face,
For I am sore adread.
Abraham:
Lord, full loth were I him to kill!
Isaac:
Ah, mercy, father, why tarry you so?
Abraham:
Jesu! On me have pity,
That I have most in mind.
Isaac:
Now, father, I see that I shall die:
Almighty God in majesty!
My soul I offer unto Thee!
Abraham:
To do this deed I am sorrye.
(Here let Abraham make a sign as tho' he would cut off his
son Isaac's head with his sword; then...)
God speaks:
Abraham, my servant dear,
Lay not thy sword in no manner
On Isaac, thy dear darling.
For thou dreadest me, well wot I,
That of thy son has no mercy,
To fulfil my bidding.
Abraham:
Ah, Lord of heaven and King of bliss,
Thy bidding shall be done, i-wiss!
A hornëd wether here I see,
Among the briars tied is he,
To Thee offered shall he be
Anon right in this place.
(Then let Abraham take the lamb and kill him.)
Sacrifice here sent me is,
And all, Lord, through Thy grace.
envoi:
Such obedience grant us, O Lord!
Ever to Thy most holy word.
That in the same we may accord
At this Abraham was bayn;
And then altogether shall we
That worthy King in heaven see,
And dwell with Him in great glorye
For ever and ever. Amen.
Stephen Coxe received degrees from Swarthmore College and Yale University, where his principal teachers in music composition
were Martin Bresnick, Jacob Druckman, Ezra Laderman, and Gerald Levinson. He has received several awards, among them an
Aaron Copland Award, ASCAP Award, Belgian-American Educational Foundation Fellowship, Composers Guild Award, Friends
and Enemies of New Music Prize, and Meet the Composer grants. Currently he resides in Norfolk, Virginia, where teaches music
theory and composition at Old Dominion University, and is also the Artistic Director of the Instrumental Music Department of the
Virginia Governor’s School for the Arts. In the summer months he is a resident composer and faculty member at the Yellow Barn
Music School and Festival in Vermont. Stephen has also taught at Yale, Peabody, Mannes (extension), and Loyola College in
Maryland. Recent works include a two cello work commissioned in honor of Bonnie Hampton, a cello/piano duo for Thomas
Kraines, a setting of William Blake’s “The Lamb” for soprano voice with violin scordatura, and a work for narrator, recorder, viola
da gamba, and harpsichord for the Norfolk (Virginia) Chamber Consort’s “A Universe of Dreams” program with Neil Conan and
Ensemble Galilei. Stephen, with Nansi Carroll, is founder and Artistic Co-Director of the Jubilus Festival.
Joan Courvoisier Crisman holds a Master’s Degree in Paleobotany from the University of Illinois. Joan has sung in choral groups
all her life. She was a charter member of the Willis Bodine Chorale (a long-time, greatly respected Gainesville musical institution). A
frequent soloist with that group, she is also a soloist with the Gainesville Civic Chorus. She has performed the roles of Katisha, the
Fairy Queen, Lady Jane, and numerous other characters in Gilbert & Sullivan productions presented by the Lake Area Singers of
Melrose. Joan is a valued and founding member of the Nansi Carroll’s VOICES Choir, and a long-standing guest musician and
soloist of the Jubilus Festival, participating in at least 15 Jubilus Concerts since 2003. She is also the designer of the Jubilus Dial/
Logo, and has long donated her services as a graphic designer to the Jubilus concert series. She is married with three grown
children, and works in the Computer and Information Science and Engineering Department at the University of Florida.
Bill Jernigan is a graduate of Mars Hill College in North Carolina. While at Mars Hill, he studied with Dr. Bill Thomas, past
Chairman of the Music Department at Furman University and Director of the 1998 Robert Shaw Choral Institute. Bill has also
received vocal instruction from Ronald Burrichter, Professor of the School of Music at the University of Florida. Bill is an Ordained
Minister of the Gospel and has served as Minister of Music at both the First Baptist Church of Alachua and Antioch Baptist Church.
He is also a past member and soloist for the Willis Bodine Chorale. His extensive choral background includes work with college,
community, and church choirs, and he has also been active in opera and church musical and dramatic performances. A long-time
friend of the Jubilus and founding member VOICES, Bill has been a guest performer in at least 12 Jubilus concerts since 2006.
Adrianna Rodgers was born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida where she began singing and performing on stage with her older
sisters when she was a young girl. Furthering her musical education at Douglas Anderson High School of the Arts, she studied
under the direction of Jeffery Clayton. While at Douglas Anderson, Ms. Rodgers was a member of several performing groups
including Choral Women, Mixed Choir, Vocal Jazz ensemble, the All State Concert Choir, and the All State Sight Reading Choir. As
a member of the Vocal Jazz Ensemble, Ms. Rodgers discovered a new passion in the complexity in performing jazz music; however,
she decided to study Vocal Performance after graduation from Douglas Anderson in 2007. Adrianna was accepted into the vocal
department at the University of Florida in 2007 where she studied under the direction of Dr. Brenda Smith. While at UF, she
performed two solo recitals, four operas as well as numerous opera scenes and one musical with Dr. Tony Offerle, and four years of
the University Choir with Dr. Will Kesling where she held the title of Choir Secretary (2010) and Choir President (2011). She also
performed as a cantor for St. Augustine Catholic Church with Dr. Nansi Carroll, and Holy Trinity Episcopal Church with Dr. John
Lowe. Adrianna graduated with her Bachelors of Music in 2012, and she plans to possibly further her education in music in the near
future. She is currently employed at Keiser University as an admissions counselor in Lakeland, Florida, and is a member of the
Masterworks Chorale of Tampa Bay.
Alyssa Rodgers was born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida. She graduated high school from Douglas Anderson School of the Arts
in 2005 with an Arts Seal in Voice. After taking voice lessons with Jeffrey Clayton for three years in high school, she then continued
her vocal studies at the University of Florida. She majored in Vocal Performance and studied with Dr. Brenda Smith. After giving
three recitals in her undergraduate years, she graduated in 2009 with a Bachelor of Music in Vocal Performance. Alyssa then decided
to pursue her Masters in Music degree at the UF. Though singing is her life, her passion was not to be on the stage; thus she
majored in Sacred Music. This gave her the opportunity to learn the history of church music while still developing her voice. She
graduated with a Masters of Music in Sacred Music in 2011. While at UF, she participated in numerous vocal groups, such as the
University Choir for six years under the direction of Dr. Willard Kesling, the Motet Choir under the direction of Dr. Jennifer
Thomas, singing chant under the direction of Dr. Edward Schaefer, and cantoring at St. Augustine Catholic Church under the
direction of Dr. Nansi Carroll. In addition to the numerous vocal groups she participated in, Ms. Rodgers had a strong interest in
percussion, and the difficulty of rhythm that accompanies it, so she joined the Steel Drum Band under the direction of Dr. Kenneth
Broadway. Alyssa also spent her last semester as a student volunteering for Arts in Medicine at Shands Hospital, singing for patients
and doing artwork with them. She truly witnessed the miraculous power of music and its healing ability. In the future she hopes to
continue bringing smiles to those in healing through her singing. She is proud to be a new mother to a beautiful baby boy, a full
time job. In her spare time, she sings in weddings and funerals as well as cantoring at St. Augustine Catholic Church and Student
Center. She is blessed to be a part of this year’s Jubilus Festival, and this will be her fifth year participating.
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