THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL PASSION Redeemer Presbyterian Church
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TEXAS 3-SHOW PERFORMING SUBSCRIPTIONS ARTS $ UNDER 2016/17 ESSENTIAL SERIES 100 Folk Music, Georgia (Europe), Traditional, Vocal Ensemble, World Music Ensemble Basiani NOV 4 | MCCULLOUGH THEATRE Masterworks from the noble choral tradition of Georgian folk song and chant. Upcoming Performances Grupo Corpo OCT 6 Love and Duty A Celebration of the Music of Brahms NOV 9 & 11 Lost Girl A Texas Theatre and Dance Production NOV 9–20 Spectrum Dance Theater + Donald Byrd Rambunctious NOV 17 & 18 National Theatre of Scotland Let The Right One In JAN 18–29 September 30 & October 1, 2016 texasperformingarts.org $10 STUDENT | $12 MILITARY TICKETS 1 autumn song featuring THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL PASSION Redeemer Presbyterian Church FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 8PM SATURDAY, OCTOBER 1, 8PM Craig Hella Johnson, Artistic Director & Conductor Stefanie Moore, soprano Kathlene Ritch, alto Dann Coakwell, tenor Cameron Beauchamp, bass Thomas Burritt, percussion guest vocalist, Wravan Godsoe pre-concert talk each night at 7pm post-concert reception following Friday’s performance Season Sustaining Underwriter 1 1 Dear Friends, PART ONE 7iViÌÕÀwÀÃÌVViÀÌvviÀ} The Little Match Girl Passion Words and Music by David Lang (b.1957) in the 2016-2017 Conspirare season. after Hans Christian Andersen, H.P. Paulli, Picander and Saint Matthew It is our great privilege and joy to sing for you. We regularly boast that 1. Come, daughter 9. Have mercy, my God we are fortunate to sing for the most 2. It was terribly cold 10. She lighted another match extraordinary audience members 3. Dearest heart 11. From the sixth hour anywhere. We experience a deep level 4. In an old apron 12. She again rubbed a match of engagement and participation with 5. Penance and remorse 13. When it is time for me to go Conspirare audiences to the extent that 6. Lights were shining 14. In the dawn of morning we tangibly feel that our listeners are 7. Patience, patience! 15. We sit and cry an essential part of the musical circle. In our concerts, together with 8. Ah! perhaps you, we love to create spaces with sounds and silence that have the potential to hold us in exquisite rapture and wonderment. Whether INTERMSSION ÞÕ>Ài>wÀÃÌÌi}ÕiÃÌÀ>}Ìi ëÀ>ÀiÃÌiiÀ]Ü>ÌÌ PART TWO thank you for your presence and welcome to you to this new sound realm, created by Conspirare artists and you. SONGS OF HOPE AND REMEMBRANCE to be selected from Circle Game Joni Mitchell (b. 1943) Tonight’s program showcases four of our Conspirare singers in an (Will there really be a morning?) Ì>Ìi]V >LiÀÕÃVÃiÌÌ}°/ iwÀÃÌ >vvÌ i«À}À>vi>ÌÕÀià Children of the Heavenly Father Tryggare Kan Ingen Vara a Pulitzer Prize-winning modern masterwork which, in its original CTTCPIGFD[1UMCT#JPHGNV| | form, was composed for vocal quartet and percussion. The music calls Hebrew Chants Shefa Gold vÀ> } `i}ÀiivÌiV V>«ÀwViVÞ>`ÕÃV>>`iÌional Ubuntu sensitivity. Listen as the artists bring their full focus to these demands, Come Now, Spirit JCTOQPK\GFD[,5$CEJ to each other, and to telling the story with a broad range of colors and Get Together %JGV2QYGTU musical tools. Children Will Listen 5VGRJGP5QPFJGKO D I Remember Sky Stephen Sondheim The second half of the program was created as a gentle musical Home on the Range &CPKGN'-GNN[ journey, a tapestry of songs interweaving expressions of hope, curiosity, radiance and remembrance. It is a quiet celebration of the Ó Gente da Minha Terra Tiago Machado human voice. We are reminded of the breadth of expression the voice America the Beautiful 5COWGN9CTF s can carry. We experience vocalism which mirrors and embodies our Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor +TXKPI$GTNKP own human experience—strong, vulnerable, humorous, joyful, still— He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands Spiritual >`>ÞÜiw`ÕÀÃiÛiÃÀi`i`vÃi>ëiVÌvÕÀiÃÃiVi° Meine Seele hört im Sehen, HWV 207 George Frederic Handel Thank you again for being here. I’vidi in terra angelici costumi (TCP\.KU\V Soul Adorn Thyself with Gladness George Frederic Handel 9ÕVÀi>ÌiÌ ië>ViÜ V Ì iÕÃVw`ÃÌÃvi° Holy, Holy J. S. Bach (From Cantata No. 147, BWV 147) Beautiful City 5VGRJGP5EJYCTV\ D What If 'TKE9JKVCETG D Marching to Zion 4QDGTV.QYT[ ) 2 3 PART ONE 4. In an old apron THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL PASSION In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole Text by David Lang, after Hans Christian Andersen, H.P. Paulli, day, nor had any one given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and Picander and the Gospel according to St. Matthew hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of ÃiÀÞ°/ iÃÜy>iÃvi iÀ}]v>À >À]Ü V Õ}VÕÀà 1. Come, daughter on her shoulders, but she regarded them not. Come, daughter 5. Penance and remorse Help me, daughter Help me cry Penance and remorse Look, daughter Tear my sinful heart in two Where, daughter My teardrops What, daughter May they fall like rain down upon your poor face Who, daughter May they fall down like rain Why, daughter My teardrops Guiltless daughter Patient daughter Here, daughter, here I am Gone I should be bound as you were bound All that I deserve is +VYCUVGTTKDN[EQNF What you have endured It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, Penance and remorse and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and darkness, a poor little Tear my sinful heart in two girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is My penance true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were My remorse not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had My penance belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along 6. Lights were shining >Ì>ÌiÀÀLiÀ>Ìi°"ivÌ ië«iÀÃà iVÕ`Ìw`]>`>LÞ seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on of roast goose, for it was New- year’s eve – yes, she remembered that. with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn 3. Dearest heart her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take Dearest heart home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; Dearest heart besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the What did you do that was so wrong? roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the What was so wrong? largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Dearest heart Dearest heart Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Why is your sentence so hard? Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. 4 5 7. Patience, patience! 5JGNKIJVGFCPQVJGTOCVEJ Patience. She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a Patience! beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the #JRGTJCRU rich merchant’s. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show- Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her hand towards them, and the match went out.The Christmas lights rose w}iÀð- i`ÀiÜiÕÌpºÃVÀ>ÌV t» ÜÌëÕÌÌiÀi`>ÃÌLÕÀÌt higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand à iÃ>Ü>ÃÌ>Àv>]i>Û}Li `Ì>LÀ} ÌÃÌÀi>vwÀi°º-ii over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that Ã`Þ}]»Ì Õ} ÌÌ iÌÌi}À]vÀ iÀ`}À>`Ì iÀ]Ì iÞi she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that LÀ>ÃÃÀ>iÌ°ÜÌ iwÀiLÕÀi`t>`Ãiii`ÃLi>ÕÌvÕÞ when a star falls, a soul was going up to God. warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! Ì iy>ivÌ i>ÌV ÜiÌÕÌ]Ì iÃÌÛiÛ>à i`]>`à i >` 11. From the sixth hour only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand. From the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land until the - iÀÕLLi`>Ì iÀ>ÌV Ì iÜ>°ÌLÕÀÃÌÌy>i]>`Ü iÀi ninth hour. And at the ninth hour she cried out: its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white Eli, Eli. table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums.