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NATHAN GUNN, AND JULIE GUNN, PIANO WITH THE JUPITER STRING QUARTET Thursday, October 20, 2016, at 7:30pm Foellinger Great Hall PROGRAM , BARITONE AND JULIE GUNN, PIANO JUPITER STRING QUARTET Nelson Lee, violin Megan Freivogel, violin Liz Freivogel, viola Daniel McDonough, cello

This performance will be presented with no intermission.

Mark Adamo Aristotle (2013) (b. 1962) Nathan Gunn, baritone Jupiter String Quartet

Roger Quilter In the Highlands (arr. Julie Gunn) (1877-1953) Over the Land Is April (arr. Julie Gunn) Nathan Gunn, baritone Julie Gunn, piano Jupiter String Quartet

George Butterworth Six Songs from A Shropshire Lad (1911) (1885-1916) Loveliest of trees When I was one-and-twenty Look not in my eyes Think no more, lad Is my team ploughing? The lads in their hundreds Nathan Gunn, baritone Julie Gunn, piano

Joan Tower In Memory (2002) (b. 1938) Jupiter String Quartet

2 Samuel Barber Hermit Songs, Op. 29 (1953) (1910-1981) At Saint Patrick’s Purgatory Church Bell at Night Saint Ita’s Vision The Heavenly Banquet The Crucifixion Sea-Snatch Promiscuity The Monk and His Cat The Praises of God The Desire for Hermitage Nathan Gunn, baritone Julie Gunn, piano

Ben Moore Lake Isle of Innisfree (arr. Julie Gunn) (b. 1960) When You Are Old (arr. Julie Gunn) Nathan Gunn, baritone Julie Gunn, piano Jupiter String Quartet

Jennifer Higdon (2005) (b. 1962) Nathan Gunn, baritone Julie Gunn, piano Jupiter String Quartet

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5 PROGRAM NOTES The poet Billy Collins, one of America’s most August 5, 1916. The poems lament the senseless- beloved writers, wrote a poem about the stages ness of war and the arbitrariness of young lives of life, called Aristotle. Typically funny, musical, , but they also celebrate youth: “the lads that and poignant, Aristotle traces the beginning, will die in their glory and never be old.” middle, and end of a life, with operatic, biblical, and poetic examples. We begin with this poem, The more recent violence and heartbreak in our set by Mark Adamo, as a sort of overture to the own country after the terror attacks on Septem- evening, introducing the phases of adolescence, ber 11, 2001, inspired American composer Joan mid-life struggle, and the “destination we cannot Tower to write In Memory, her second String help imagining” that each of us experiences. Quartet—a short but complex work addressing thoughts of death and loss, written in memory of We begin and end with American poets: Collins, an old friend. The piece was commissioned by, and the writer most associated with our national and is dedicated to, the Tokyo String Quartet, life, Walt Whitman. But the next poems are from who first performed the piece in February 2002 at Robert Louis Stevenson, who wrote In the High- the 92nd Street Y, New York City. lands and Over the Land is April, beautifully and nostalgically set by Roger Quilter. He speaks of Retreating from the struggle, we turn to Samuel his (imaginary) childhood in the highlands, where Barber’s settings of the writings of fifth-century only important things happen: “Lo! for there, Irish monks, who reflect on the world in an as- among the flowers and grasses, Only the mightier tonishing variety of ways: the amusing and short movement sounds and passes; Only winds and “Promiscuity,” the tragic “Crucifixion,” and at rivers, Life and death.” the heart of it, the desire for hermitage: “Alone I came into the world, alone I shall go from it.” George Orwell once remarked, “In 1920, when Along the way the monks praise beer, cats, and I was about 17, I probably knew the whole of A the Holy Family in what seems almost a micro- Shropshire Lad by heart.” Written by A.E. Hous- cosm of the larger world. man, the texts of this collection, written in the late 19th century, came to express the feelings of A more famous Irish poet, William Butler Yeats, a generation decimated by the First World War. also speaks of withdrawal as a metaphor for George Butterworth, one of the most promising death in his Lake Isle of Innisfree. His peaceful young British composers, set these poems to cottage on the lake is always inside him: “While I music in 1911. On the outbreak of World War I stand on the roadway or on the pavements grey, in 1914, he joined the Durham Light Infantry. He I hear it in the deep heart’s core.” has won the Military Cross and led a raid during the set this poem and its equally famous sibling When Battle of the Somme. The raid was successful, but you are old in a lyrical, peaceful contemplation of Butterworth was killed by a sniper’s bullet on old age.

6 Finally, we turn to Walt Whitman’s epic elegy, When Lilacs last in the Dooryard Bloom’d, written after the assassination of President Lincoln. Jen- nifer Higdon’s setting, Dooryard Bloom, uses only the portion of the poem that is devoted to nature and death, removing the political references. The images “lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of [his] soul” are left as images that are almost musical in their power to evoke emotion.

Jennifer Higdon writes, “A near impossible task, to write about this piece of music. The explana- tion of [this] piece is extremely difficult, maybe not even possible, for the text discusses and explores so many aspects of grief and loss. I was moved by all of the stages of grief that Whitman examines in this poem, and I was struck by the fact that he captures the extreme range of emo- tions that we all must face at some point. My title, Dooryard Bloom, is a play of words on Whitman’s title. A dooryard is defined as the yard next to the door of a house . . . which in this poem could mean many things . . . Is the yard the hereafter? Or is it a place leading to a passage? What is the bloom? The growth of a flower or a view of light? The lilacs blooming . . . are they representative of death or of life? Or of growth? Or of time passing . . . lilacs last. The beauty of music is the power to suggest things that even words might not convey. Therefore, take your own meaning from this piece, literally or emotionally or metaphorically . . . let it be your own dooryard.”

—Program notes by Julie Gunn

7 TEXTS AND TRANSLATIONS ARISTOTLE* where the action suddenly reverses Music by Mark Adamo or swerves off in an outrageous direction. Text by Billy Collins Here the narrator devotes a long paragraph to why Miriam does not want Edward’s child. This is the beginning. Someone hides a letter under a pillow. Almost anything can happen. Here the aria rises to a pitch, This is where you find a song of betrayal, salted with revenge. the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land, And the climbing party is stuck on a ledge the first word ofParadise Lost on an empty page. halfway up the mountain. Think of an egg, the letter A, This is the bridge, the painful modulation. a woman ironing on a bare stage This is the thick of things. as the heavy curtain rises. So much is crowded into the middle— This is the very beginning. the guitars of Spain, piles of ripe avocados, The first-person narrator introduces himself, Russian uniforms, noisy parties, tells us about his lineage. lakeside kisses, arguments heard through a wall— The mezzo- stands in the wings. too much to name, too much to think about. Here the climbers are studying a map or pulling on their long woolen socks. And this is the end, This is early on, years before the Ark, dawn. the car running out of road, The profile of an animal is being smeared the river losing its name in an ocean, on the wall of a cave, the long nose of the photographed horse and you have not yet learned to crawl. touching the white electronic line. This is the opening, the gambit, This is the colophon, the last elephant in the parade, a pawn moving forward an inch. the empty wheelchair, This is your first night with her, and pigeons floating down in the evening. your first night without her. Here the stage is littered with bodies, This is the first part the narrator leads the characters to their cells, where the wheels begin to turn, and the climbers are in their graves. where the elevator begins its ascent, It is me hitting the period before the doors lurch apart. and you closing the book. It is Sylvia Plath in the kitchen This is the middle. and St. Clement with an anchor around his neck. Things have had time to get complicated, This is the final bit messy, really. Nothing is simple anymore. thinning away to nothing. Cities have sprouted up along the rivers This is the end, according to Aristotle, teeming with people at cross-purposes— what we have all been waiting for, a million schemes, a million wild looks. what everything comes down to, Disappointment unshoulders his knapsack the destination we cannot help imagining, here and pitches his ragged tent. a streak of light in the sky, This is the sticky part where the plot congeals, a hat on a peg, and outside the cabin, falling leaves. IN THE HIGHLANDS Say, love, do you hear me, Music by Roger Quilter Hear my sonnets ring? Text by Robert Louis Stevenson Over the high, brown mountain, Love, do you hear me sing? In the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, By highway, love, and byway And the young fair maidens The snows succeed the rose. Quiet eyes; Over the high, brown mountain Where essential silence cheers and blesses, The wind of winter blows. And for ever in the hill-recesses Say, love, do you hear me, Her more lovely music Hear my sonnets ring? Broods and dies— Over the high, brown mountain I sound the song of spring, O to mount again where erst I haunted; I throw the flowers of spring. Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted, Do you hear the song of spring? And the low green meadows Hear you the songs of spring? Bright with sward; And when even dies, the million-tinted, SIX SONGS FROM A SHROPSHIRE LAD And the night has come, and planets glinted, Music by George Butterworth Lo, the valley hollow Text by Alfred Edward Housman Lamp-bestarr’d! Loveliest of trees O to dream, O to awake and wander Loveliest of trees, the cherry now There, and with delight to take and render, Is hung with bloom along the bough, Through the trance of silence, And stands about the woodland ride Quiet breath! Wearing white for Eastertide. Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses, Only the mightier movement sounds and passes Now, of my threescore years and ten, Only winds and rivers, Twenty will not come again, Life and death. And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. OVER THE LAND IS APRIL And since to look at things in bloom Music by Roger Quilter Fifty springs are little room, Text by Robert Louis Stevenson About the woodlands I will go Over the land is April, To see the cherry hung with snow Over my heart a rose; Over the high, brown mountain The sound of singing goes.

*Commissioned by Music Accord, a consortium of top classical music presenting organizations that includes Krannert Center 9 When I was one-and-twenty Think no more, lad When I was one-and-twenty Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly; I heard a wise man say, Why should men make haste to die? “Give crowns and pounds and guineas Empty heads and tongues a-talking But not your heart away; Make the rough road easy walking, Give pearls away and rubies And the feather pate of folly But keep your fancy free.” Bears the falling sky. But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. Oh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around. When I was one-and-twenty If young hearts were not so clever, I heard him say again, Oh, they would be young for ever; “The heart out of the bosom Think no more; ’tis only thinking Was never given in vain; Lays lads underground. ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.” Is my team ploughing? And I am two-and-twenty, “Is my team ploughing, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true. That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle Look not in my eyes When I was man alive?” Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, Ay, the horses trample, And there you find your face too clear The harness jingles now; And love it and be lost like me. No change though you lie under One the long nights through must lie The land you used to plough. Spent in star-defeated sighs, “Is football playing But why should you as well as I Along the river-shore, Perish? Gaze not in my eyes. With lads to chase the leather, A Grecian lad, as I hear tell, Now I stand up no more?” One that many loved in vain, Ay, the ball is flying, Looked into a forest well The lads play heart and soul; And never looked away again. The goal stands up, the keeper There, when the turf in springtime flowers, Stands up to keep the goal. With downward eye and gazes sad, Stands amid the glancing showers “Is my girl happy, A jonquil, not a Grecian lad. That I thought hard to leave, And has she tired of weeping As she lies down at eve?”

Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented. 10 Be still, my lad, and sleep. “Is my friend hearty, But now you may stare as you like and there’s Now I am thin and pine, nothing to scan; And has he found to sleep in And brushing your elbow unguessed at and not A better bed than mine?” to be told They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage Yes, lad, I lie easy, of man, I lie as lads would choose; The lads that will die in their glory and never be old. I cheer a dead man’s sweetheart, Never ask me whose. HERMIT SONGS, OP. 29 Music by Samuel Barber The lads in their hundreds Texts from Anonymous Irish poetry The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, 1. At Saint Patrick’s Purgatory There’s men from the barn and the forge and the Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg! mill and the fold, O King of the churches and the bells The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor bewailing your sores and your wounds, are there, but not a tear can I squeeze from my eyes! And there with the rest are the lads that will never Not moisten an eye after so much sin! be old. Pity me, O King! What shall I do with a heart that seeks only its There’s chaps from the town and the field and the own ease? till and the cart, O only begotten Son by whom all men were And many to count are the stalwart, and many the made, brave, who shunned not the death by three wounds, pity And many the handsome of face and the me on my pilgrimage to handsome of heart, Loch Derg And few that will carry their looks or their truth to and I with a heart not softer than a stone! the grave. 2. Church Bell at Night I wish one could know them, I wish there were Sweet little bell, struck on a windy night, tokens to tell I would liefer keep tryst with thee The fortunate fellows that now you can never than be with a light and foolish woman. discern; And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.

11 3. Saint Ita’s Vision 5. The Crucifixion “I will take nothing from my Lord,” said she, At the cry of the first bird “unless He gives me His Son from Heaven They began to crucify Thee, O Swan! In the form of a Baby that I may nurse Him.” Never shall lament cease because of that. So that Christ came down to her It was like the parting of day from night. in the form of a Baby and then she said: Ah, sore was the suffering borne “Infant Jesus, at my breast, By the body of Mary’s Son, Nothing in this world is true But sorer still to Him was the grief Save, O tiny nursling, You. Which for His sake Infant Jesus at my breast, Came upon His Mother. By my heart every night, You I nurse are not a churl 6. Sea-Snatch But were begot on Mary the Jewess It has us, it has crushed us, By Heaven’s light. it has drowned us, O King of the starbright Infant Jesus at my breast, Kingdom of Heaven! What King is there but You who could The wind has consumed us, swallowed us, Give everlasting good? as timber is devoured by crimson fire from Heaven. Wherefore I give my food. It has broken us, it has crushed us, Sing to Him, maidens, sing your best! it has drowned us, O King of the starbright There is none that has such right Kingdom of Heaven! To your song as Heaven’s King 7. Promiscuity Who every night Is Infant Jesus at my breast.” I do not know with whom Edan will sleep, but I do know that fair Edan will not sleep alone. 4. The Heavenly Banquet 8. The Monk and His Cat I would like to have the men of Heaven in my own house; Pangur, white Pangur, with vats of good cheer laid out for them. How happy we are I would like to have the three Marys, Alone together, Scholar and cat. their fame is so great. Each has his own work to do daily; I would like people from every corner of Heaven. For you it is hunting, for me study. I would like them to be cheerful in their drinking. Your shining eye watches the wall; I would like to have Jesus sitting here among them. my feeble eye is fixed on a book. I would like a great lake of beer for the King of You rejoice when your claws entrap a mouse; Kings. I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem. I would like to be watching Heaven’s family Pleased with his own art Drinking it through all eternity. Neither hinders the other; Thus we live ever without tedium and envy. Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are Alone together, Scholar and cat.

12 9. The Praises of God I will arise and go now, for always night and day How foolish the man who does not raise I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the His voice and praise with joyful words, shore; As he alone can, Heaven’s High King. While I stand on the roadway, or on the To whom the light birds with no soul but air, pavements grey, All day, everywhere laudations sing. I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

10. The Desire for Hermitage WHEN YOU ARE OLD Ah! To be all alone in a little cell Music by Ben Moore with nobody near me; Text by William Butler Yeats beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to death. When you are old and gray and full of sleep, Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven; And nodding by the fire, take down this book, Feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold And slowly read, and dream of the soft look spring. Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; That will be an end to evil when I am alone How many loved your moments of glad grace, in a lovely little corner among tombs And loved your beauty with love false or true, far from the houses of the great. But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, Ah! To be all alone in a little cell, to be alone, all And loved the sorrows of your changing face; alone: And bending down beside the glowing bars, Alone I came into the world Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled alone I shall go from it. And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face among a crowd of stars. THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE Music by Ben Moore DOORYARD BLOOM Text by James Joyce Music by Jennifer Higdon Text by Walt Whitman, from When Lilacs Last in I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, the Dooryard Bloom’d And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: 1 Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, honey-bee; And the great star early droop’d in the western And live alone in the bee-loud glade. sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning And I shall have some peace there, for peace spring. comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; the cricket sings; Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple west, glow, And thought of him I love. And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

13 2 7 O powerful, western, fallen star! (Nor for you, for one, alone; O shades of night! O moody, tearful night! Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that bring: hides the star! For fresh as the morning—thus would I carol a O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless song for you, O sane and sacred death. soul of me! O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my All over bouquets of roses, soul! O death! I cover you over with roses and early lilies; But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first, 3 Copious, I break, I break the sprigs from the In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house, near bushes; the white-wash’d palings, With loaded arms I come, pouring for you, Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart- For you, and the coffins all of you, O death.) shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, 9 with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in Sing on, there in the swamp! the door-yard, O singer bashful and tender! I hear your notes—I With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped hear your call; leaves of rich green, I hear—I come presently—I understand you; A sprig, with its flower, I break. But a moment I linger—for the lustrous star has detain’d me; The star, my departing comrade, holds and 4 detains me. In the swamp, in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. 10 Solitary, the thrush, O how shall I warble myself for the dead one The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the there I loved? settlements, And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet Sings by himself a song. soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of Song of the bleeding throat! him I love? Death’s outlet song of life—(for well, dear brother, I know If thou wast not gifted to sing, thou would’st surely die.)

14 13 Prais’d be the fathomless universe, Sing on! sing on, you gray-brown bird! For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge Sing from the swamps, the recesses—pour your curious; chant from the bushes; And for love, sweet love—But praise! praise! praise! Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding pines. Death.

Sing on, dearest brother—warble your reedy Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet, song; Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe. welcome?

O liquid, and free, and tender! Then I chant it for thee—I glorify thee above all; O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer! I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed You only I hear—yet the star holds me, (but will come, come unfalteringly. soon depart;) Approach, strong Deliveress! Yet the lilac, with mastering odor, holds me. When it is so—when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead, 15 Lost in the loving, floating ocean of thee, Then with the knowledge of death as walking one Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O Death. side of me, And the thought of death close-walking the other From me to thee glad serenades, side of me, Dances for thee I propose, saluting thee— And I in the middle, as with companions, and as adornments and feastings for thee; holding the hands of companions, And the sights of the open landscape, and the I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks high-spread sky, are fitting, not, And life and the fields, and the huge and thought- Down to the shores of the water, the path by the ful night. swamp in the dimness, The night, in silence, under many a star; To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, so still. whose voice I know; Came the carol of the bird. And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well- And the charm of the carol rapt me, veil’d Death, As I held, as if by their hands, my comrades in the And the body gratefully nestling close to thee. night; Over the tree-tops I float thee a song! And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the Over the rising and sinking waves—over the bird. myriad fields, and the prairies wide; Over the dense-pack’d cities all, and the teeming wharves and ways, 16 I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee, O Death! Come, lovely and soothing Death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate Death. 15 17 20 To the tally of my soul, Passing, I leave thee, lilac with heart-shaped Loud and strong kept up the gray-brown bird, leaves, With pure, deliberate notes, spreading, filling the I leave thee there in the dooryard, blooming, night. returning with spring, I cease from my song for thee; Loud in the pines and cedars dim, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the Clear in the freshness moist, and the swamp- west, communing with thee, perfume; O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night. And I with my comrades there in the night. 21 19 Yet each I keep, and all, retrievements out of the night; Passing the visions, passing the night; The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades’ bird, hands; And the tallying chant, the echo arous’d in my Passing the song of the hermit bird, and the soul, tallying song of my soul, With the lustrous and drooping star, with the (Victorious song, death’s outlet song, yet varying, countenance full of woe, ever-altering song, With the lilac tall, and its blossoms of mastering As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and odor; falling, flooding the night, With the holders holding my hand, nearing the Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and call of the bird, warning, and yet again bursting with joy, Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their Covering the earth, and filling the spread of the memory ever I keep—for the dead I loved so well; heaven, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from lands—and this for his dear sake; recesses,) Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim.

16 PROFILES NATHAN GUNN seasons. Mr. Gunn is working on a number of Nathan Gunn has made a reputation as one of creative projects that will premier over the next the most exciting and in-demand of the three seasons, in which he is a collaborating artist day. He has appeared in internationally renowned with the creative teams. These include projects houses such as the , with producing companies such as the English , , National Opera, Pittsburgh Opera, and Beth Mor- Royal Opera House, Paris Opera, Bayerische rison Projects, and which are created with some Staatsoper, Glyndebourne Opera Festival, The- of today’s leading and cutting-edge composers. ater an der Wien, in Madrid, and the Théatre Royal de la Monnaie. His many roles in- Also a distinguished concert performer, Mr. Gunn clude the title roles in , Eugene Onegin, has appeared with the New York Philharmonic, Il Barbiere di Siviglia, and ; Guglielmo in Boston Symphony Orchestra, Chicago Symphony Cosí fan tutte, the Count in Le Nozze di Figaro, Orchestra, San Francisco Symphony, Pittsburgh Malatesta in , Belcore in L’Elisir Symphony Orchestra, Cleveland Orchestra, Min- d’Amore, Ottone in L’incoronazione di Poppea, nesota Orchestra, London Symphony Orchestra, Tarquinius in , Danilo in The Münchner Rundfunkorchster, and the Rotterdam Merry Widow, and in The Aspern Philharmonic Orchestra. The many conduc- Papers. tors with whom he has worked with include Sir Andrew Davis, Sir Colin Davis, Christoph von A noted supporter of new works, Mr. Gunn most Dohnányi, Christoph Eschenbach, Alan Gilbert, recently created the role of Inman in Jennifer Daniel Harding, James Levine, Kurt Masur, Kent Higdon’s at the . Nagano, Antonio Pappano, David Robertson, He also created the roles of Sid Taylor in Jake Donald Runnicles, Esa-Pekka Salonen, Robert Heggie’s Great Scott, James Dalton in ’s Spano, Michael Tilson Thomas, and Mark Wig- The Harlot’s Progress at the , glesworth. Yeshua in Mark Adamo’s The Gospel of Mary Magdalene at the San Francisco Opera, Paul in A frequent recitalist, Mr. Gunn has been present- Daron Hagen’s Amelia at the , Alec ed in recital at Alice Tully Hall and by Carnegie Harvey in André Previn’s Brief Encounter at the Hall in Zankel Hall. He has also been presented Houston Grand Opera, Father Delura in Peter by Roy Thomson Hall, Cal Performances, the Eötvös' Love and Other Demons at the Glyn- Schubert Club, the Philadelphia Chamber Music debourne Opera Festival, and Clyde Griffiths Society, the Vocal Arts Society in Washington, in ’s An American Tragedy at the DC, the University of Chicago, Krannert Center, Metropolitan Opera. Because of this dedication the Wigmore Hall, and the Théâtre Royal de la to new works, Mr. Gunn held the title of Director Monnaie. As a student, he performed in series of of the American Repertoire Council at the Opera recitals with his teacher and mentor John Wust- Company of Philadelphia, a steering council that man that celebrated the 200th anniversary of focused on advancing the company’s American Franz Schubert’s birth. Repertoire Program which was committed to produce a new American work in 10 consecutive 17 Mr. Gunn has recently ventured outside the stan- This season, Mr. Gunn returns to the Theater an dard opera repertoire with appearances in perfor- der Wien as the title role in Don Giovanni, makes mances of the title role in Sweeney Todd with the his debut at the Netherlands Opera in the world Houston Grand Opera, Camelot and Carousel premiere of Mohammed Fairouz’s The New Prince with the New York Philharmonic (both broadcast- based on Machiavelli’s The Prince, joins the New ed on PBS), and at Carnegie Hall and York Pops for the opening of their annual Carne- the Lyric Opera of Chicago. He also appeared in gie Hall concert series, and appears in recital in the New York Philharmonic’s 80th birthday gala Tulsa, Ft. Worth, George Washington University in celebration for and appeared St. Louis, and at Krannert Center. with the orchestra in an evening of Broadway classics with Kelli O’Hara. Other engagements Mr. Gunn was the recipient of the first annual have included appearances with Mandy Patinkin Beverly Sills Artist Award and was awarded the in Rochester, at Krannert Center, at the Ravinia Pittsburgh Opera Renaissance Award. He is an Festival, and on tour in Australia and New Zea- alumnus of the Metropolitan Opera Lindemann land; a series of cabaret shows at the famed Café Young Artists Program and was a winner of Carlyle in New York City and at the Segerstrom the 1994 Metropolitan Opera National Council Center for the Arts in Orange County; special Competition. Mr. Gunn is also an alumnus of the guest artist in the Mormon ’s University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, where annual Christmas with the Mormon Tabernacle he is currently a professor of voice and the Gen- Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square; and a per- eral Director of Lyric Theatre @ Illinois. Mr. Gunn formance of Sting and Trudie Styler’s work Twin is a partner in the Los Angeles City Club, RVCC, Spirits in the Allen Room at Jazz at Lincoln Center. which is a forward-thinking analog space for art- ists and entrepreneurs changing the downtown of Mr. Gunn’s solo album, Just Before Sunrise, was Los Angeles. released on Sony/BMG Masterworks. Other recordings include the title role in Billy Budd JULIE GUNN with Daniel Harding and the London Symphony Julie Gunn is a pianist, educator, and music direc- Orchestra (Virgin Classics), which won the 2010 tor. She has appeared on many prestigious recital Grammy Award; the first complete recording series, including the Carnegie Hall Pure Voice of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Allegro (Sony’s Series, Lincoln Center Great Performers, Boston’s Masterworks Broadway); with Sir Jordan Hall, Brussels’ Theatre de la Monnaie, San Colin Davis and London Symphony Orchestra Francisco’s Herz Hall, the 92nd Street Y, Toronto’s (LSO Live!), which was nominated for a 2005 Roy Thompson Hall, University of Chicago Pres- Grammy Award; Il Barbiere di Siviglia (SONY ents, San Francisco Performances, Oberlin Col- Classics); Kullervo with the Atlanta Symphony Or- lege, Cincinnati Conservatory of Music, Krannert chestra (Telarc); and American Anthem (EMI). He Center for the Performing Arts, , also starred as Buzz Aldrin in Man on the Moon, Manhattan’s legendary Café Carlyle, the Sydney an opera written specifically for television and Opera House, and the Supreme broadcast on the BBC in the UK. The program Court. She has been heard in recital with William was awarded the Golden Rose Award for Opera Burden, Richard Croft, , Isabel at the Montreux Festival in Lucerne. Leonard, Stefan Milenkovich, Kelli O’Hara, Mandy Patinkin, Yvonne Gonzales Redman, Michelle DeYoung, the Pacifica Quartet, and Nathan Gunn. 18 Director of Lyric Theatre Studies at the University her arrangements have been heard at the Ken- of Illinois, she produces three mainstage nedy Center, Carnegie Hall, Chicago’s Symphony or musical theatre works a year at Krannert Cen- Center, and London’s Queen Elizabeth Hall. ter for the Performing Arts. A faculty member at the School of Music, she enjoys teaching singers, JUPITER STRING QUARTET pianists, chamber musicians, and songwriters. She The Jupiter String Quartet is a particularly inti- has served on the music staff at the Metropolitan mate group, consisting of violinists Nelson Lee Opera Young Artist Program, Wolf Trap Opera, and Meg Freivogel, violist Liz Freivogel (older St. Louis Opera Theatre, Southern Methodist sister of Meg), and cellist Daniel McDonough University, Opera North, Highlands Opera Studio, (husband of Meg, brother-in-law of Liz). As they Theaterworks!, Chicago Opera Theater, and given enter their 14th year of making music together, masterclasses at universities and young artists’ the members of this tightly knit ensemble have programs all over the United States, including the firmly established their quartet as an important Ryan Young Artists’ Program, Houston Grand Op- voice in the world of chamber music. In addition era Studio, and Cincinnati Conservatory of Music, to their performing career, the Jupiters are the Santa Fe Opera, the Aspen Festival, the Interlo- String Quartet-in-Residence at the University of chen Center for the Arts, and the Metropolitan Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, where they main- Opera Guild, as well as tenures as artist-in-resi- tain private studios and run the string chamber dence at Cincinnati Opera and the Glimmerglass music program. Festival. She is the founder of the Illinois School In addition to its formal concert schedule, the of Music Academy, a program for talented Jupiter String Quartet places a strong emphasis pre-college chamber musicians and composers. on developing relationships with future classi- Dr. Gunn enjoys working at the intersection of cal music audiences through outreach work in different disciplines and collaborates with artists schools and other educational performances. in the fields of theatre, dance, and design when- They believe that chamber music, because of the ever possible. She is committed to new works intensity of its interplay and communication is one and in recent seasons has been part of several of the most effective ways of spreading enthusi- world premieres, as a co-producer, a pianist, or as asm for “classical” music to new audiences. a conductor: Twilight Butterfly(Thomas), Door- It was early exposure to chamber music that yard Bloom (Higdon), Polly Peachum (Scheer/Van brought these four musicians to form the Jupi- Horn), Variations on a Summer’s Day (Meltzer,) ter String Quartet. Meg and Liz grew up playing Letters from Quebec to Providence in the Rain string quartets with their two brothers, Ben (Gill), and Bhutto (Fairouz.) and J. Rehearsals were often quite raucous, but In the upcoming season she looks forward to they grew to love chamber music during weekly recitals and cabarets at Krannert Center (with the coachings with Oliver Edel, a wonderful cel- Jupiter Quartet.) the Van Cliburn series in Fort list who taught generations of students in the Worth, the DeBartolo Center at Notre Dame, Washington, DC area. Nelson also comes from a Georgetown, and to conducting Adam Guettel’s musical family–both of his parents are pianists (his Light in the Piazza for Lyric Theatre @ Illinois. father also conducts) and his twin sisters, Alicia and Andrea, are both musicians. Although Daniel She has published many arrangements of songs originally wanted to be a violinist, he ended up on for piano, chamber groups, and orchestras, and the cello because the organizers of his first string program declared that he had “better hands for Massachusetts Institute of Technology, as well as the cello.” He remains skeptical of this comment an upcoming Bartók cycle this season). They also (he was, after all, only five), but is happy that he frequently commission and premiere new works, ended up where he did. including recent string quartets by Syd Hodkin- son, Hannah Lash, and Dan Visconti, as well as a The Jupiters studied with mentors from both the quintet (with vocalist Thomas Hampson) by Mark Cleveland and Takács quartets extensively in their Adamo. earlier years and were lucky to find early success with several chamber music honors: grand prize The quartet has recorded works by Mendelssohn, in the Banff International String Quartet Compe- Beethoven, Shostakovich, and Britten for Mar- tition in 2004, grand prize in the Fischoff National quis Records. American works by Barber, Seeger, Chamber Music Competition in 2004, winner of and Gershwin were also recorded for iTunes in the Young Concert Artists Competition in 2005, conjunction with the Chamber Music Society of the Cleveland Quartet Award in 2007, and an Av- Lincoln Center and Deutsche Grammophon. They ery Fisher Career Grant in 2008. They were also also collaborated on a collection of works by Rav- members of the Lincoln Center Chamber Music el (Ravel: Intimate Masterpieces) on the Oberlin Two Society from 2007-2010. College label and will soon be releasing a new CD on the Azica label that features the Dvořák Today, the quartet concertizes across the United “American” Quartet, a selection of African-Ameri- States, Canada, Europe, Asia, and the Americas. can spiritual arrangements, and a quartet entitled They relish the opportunity to perform in the Ramshackle Songs written for them by Dan Vis- world’s finest halls, including New York’s Carnegie conti. Finally, they will also be featured in a new Hall and Lincoln Center, London’s Wigmore Hall, CD of works by the composer Su Lian Tan. Boston’s Jordan Hall, Mexico City’s Palacio de Bellas Artes, Washington, DC’s Kennedy Center The quartet chose its name because Jupiter was and Library of Congress, Austria’s Esterhazy Pal- the most prominent planet in the night sky at the ace, and Seoul’s National Arts Center and Sejong time of its formation and the astrological symbol Chamber Hall. They have been enthusiastically for Jupiter resembles the number four. They are received at many major music festivals, including also proud to list among their accomplishments in the Aspen Music Festival (where they performed recent years the addition of five quartet chil- their first complete Beethoven quartet cycle), dren—Pablo (6), Lillian (3), Clara (3), Dominic (1), West Cork (Ireland) Chamber Music Festival, and Felix (1). You may spot some of these minia- Caramoor International Music Festival, Music at ture Jupiters in the audience or tagging along to Menlo, Maverick Concerts, Madeline Island Music rehearsals, along with their grandparent Festival, Rockport Music Festival, the Banff Cen- babysitters. tre, Yellow Barn Festival, Skaneateles Festival, and the Seoul Spring Festival, among others.

The Jupiter String Quartet feels a strong connec- tion to the core string quartet repertoire (recent projects have included Beethoven string quar- tet cycles at the Aspen Music Festival and the

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