Program
Fanfare from La Péri | Paul Dukas (1865-1935), arr. Barrington
BGSU Faculty Brass
Jane Anderson and Charles Saenz, trumpets
Andrew Pelletier, horn
Jeremy Marks, trombone
David Saltzman, tuba
Sonata for Violin and Harpsichord, BWV 1015 | Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750)
I. Andante
II. Allegro
Benjamin Hoffman, violin
Irene Kim, piano
Like the Wind that met with Lotus (Seo) | Joowon Kim (b. 1984)
Sujin Lee, soprano
Kevin Bylsma, piano
Fantasy for Flute and Piano, Op. 79 | Gabriel Fauré (1845-1924)
Andantino-Allegro
Keren Schweitzer, flute
Robert Satterlee, piano
Gestillte Sehnsucht Op. 91, No. 1 | Johannes Brahms (1833-1897)
Katherine Pracht Phares, mezzo-soprano
Hannah Levinson, viola
Laura Melton, piano
Solo for iPad | Piyawat Louilarpprasert (b. 1993)
Piyawat Louilarpprasert, iPad
Here Comes the Sun | George Harrison (1943-2001), arr. by Peter Bence
Cole Burger, piano
Ein Traum (F. von Bodenstedt) | Edvard Grieg (1843-1907)
Sarah Luebke, soprano
Kevin Bylsma, piano
Overture from Ruslan and Lyudmila | Mikhail Glinka (1804-1857), arr. V. Gryaznov
Solungga Liu
Laura Melton
Robert Satterlee
Yevgeny Yontov, piano
Running with Scissors | Gene Koshinski (b. 1980)
Dan Piccolo, marimba
To Be Announced
Faculty Jazz Ensemble
David Bixler, saxophone
Ariel Kasler, piano
Aidan Plank, bass
Dan Piccolo, drums
Like the Wind that met with Lotus
Sadly, though not terribly
just a bit sadly
Parting, though not forever parting
as if to meet again in another life
Like a wind away
not toward lotus blossoms
Not the wind you met a few days ago,
but the wind of a season of more past
Assuaged longing
English translation © Richard Stokes
Bathed in golden evening light,
How solemnly the forests stand!
The evening winds mingle softly
With the soft voices of the birds.
What do the winds, the birds whisper?
They whisper the world to sleep.
But you, my desires, ever stirring
In my heart without respite!
You, my longing, that agitates my breast –
When will you rest, when will you sleep?
The winds and the birds whisper,
But when will you, yearning desires, slumber?
Ah! when my spirit no longer hastens
On wings of dreams into golden distances,
When my eyes no longer dwell yearningly
On eternally remote stars;
Then shall the winds, the birds whisper
My life – and my longing – to sleep.
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Updated: 08/28/2024 02:16PM