proudly presents the 2020-2021 Student Artist Series

Cris Inguanti, clarinet and conductor

with Christine Graham, soprano Shelley Rich and Allison O’Bryant, violins Jacquelyn Schwandt, viola Mary Ann Ramos, cello

Hannah Anderson, flute Christina Dodds, clarinet David Bruner and Matthew Berry, bassoons Ann Chesley and Cindy Gould, trumpets Blake Downs and James Dibelka, trombones

This Graduate Recital is given in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the Master of Music degree.

Sunday, March 7, 2021 4:30 p.m., Livestreamed from Kitt Recital Hall

Program

Octet for Wind Instruments (1923) Igor Stravinsky I. Sinfonia (1882-1971) II. Theme and Variations III. Finale

Hannah Anderson, flute Christina Dodds, clarinet David Bruner and Matthew Berry, bassoons Ann Chesley and Cindy Gould, trumpets Blake Downs and James Dibelka, trombones Cris Inguanti, conductor

~ Intermission ~

Time Pieces on poems of Louise Morey Bowman (2005) Jeffrey Ryan I. (b. 1962) II. III. IV. V.

Christine Graham, soprano Shelley Rich and Allison O’Bryant, violins Jacquelyn Schwandt, viola Mary Ann Ramos, cello Cris Inguanti, clarinet

Please turn off or silence all electronic devices. Unauthorized audio and video recordings are prohibited. Program Notes by Cris Inguanti (2021)

IGOR STRAVINSKY (1882-1971) Octet for Wind Instruments

The first period of Stravinsky’s compositions was suffused with the exoticism of Russian music, from its dazzlingly colorful orchestration to its use of evocative folk songs, often layered one on top of the other. The culmination of this period was hisRite of Spring, premiered in 1913. Soon after moving to France, however, Stravinsky turned away from this esthetic of gigantic orchestral forces, spiritualism, and transcendentalism, so clearly apparent in the Rite. Instead, he espoused the neoclassical movement that arose in French music as a result of the country’s defeat in the 1870/1871 Franco-Prussian war. The “decadence” of the music of Wagner, Strauss, and Mahler were banished in lieu of a national adherence to the Baroque and Classical musical forms from France’s storied musical (non-Germanic) past. By the end of WWI, with Ravel’s late works, followed by the rise of the collective of composers known as Les Six, neoclassicism was the predominant musical language of France. In his Octet for Wind Instruments, written in 1923, Stravinsky composed his first fully neoclassical work: the first movement, with its traditionally classical slow introduction, is followed by a jaunty sonata-allegro structure; the second movement is set as a theme and variations, in which a strict fugue appears within the last variation; and the third movement is a rondo, with coda. Along with this transparent structure, Stravinsky employed keys devoid of the polytonality of Petrouchka and The Rite. The Allegro section of the first movement is emphatically in the key of E-flat major, while the coda of the last movement moves from a pure F major to an almost innocent-sounding C major. The clarity of compositional ideas is heightened by the lean ensemble forces—four woodwinds and four brass, which, in a nod to French Baroque music, introduce Baroque flourishes and ornaments at the very beginning of the piece. Of course, there were certain elements of Stravinsky’s compositional style that were never to go away, no matter how reactionary his formal structures became at this period during his compositional life. Metrical fluidity is omnipresent in theOctet and, although Stravinsky did use clear major/minor tonalities frequently in the piece, he simply could not resist polytonality—most effectively, and ironically, in that most traditional of forms—the fugal section of the Theme and Variations movement of the work. The end-result is a masterwork of the wind literature.

JEFFREY RYAN (b. 1962) Timepieces

Jeffrey Ryan writes about Timepieces: “I first read Louise Morey Bowman’s Timepieces several years ago in an anthology of Canadian women poets, and I knew immediately that one day I would set these vivid words to music. The images in these five poems, written in the early twentieth century, are very much ‘of their time,’ and yet their emotional resonances transcend the limits of time, using clocks, sundials, and modern machinery to create a non-linear world of thought and sensation where the past meets the future in the present. “In this setting for soprano, clarinet, and string quartet, the voice and clarinet complement each other, sometimes sounding together, sometimes finishing each other’s thoughts; while the string quartet provides a rich and colourful commentary, often based on the sound of chimes and the patterns of clock mechanisms. The first poem introduces us to three different clocks that to me represent three stages of life: the romance of young adulthood, the playfulness, and wonder of childhood, and the pride of old age. The next poem, set for voice and clarinet only, evokes the emptiness of time passed alone. An old sundial and Elizabethan sonnets—images of ties past— are juxtaposed with a modern garden in the third poem, while in the fourth poem (for voice and string quartet only) the sundial marks the passage of time as another winter comes. This leads directly to the final poem—a coda of sorts—in which the timelessness of clocks and sundials is jarringly contrasted with the roar of the factory, and the ‘modern’ rhythm of the machinery itself emerges.” JEFFREY RYAN (b. 1962) Timepieces (Louise Morey Bowman, 1882-1944)

I.

There are three wise clocks in the house. In a winter night I heard them striking twelve . . . , Answering each other, Humanly. The tall, ancient and beautiful clock in the hall, In an inlaid case with the Prince of Wales’ feathers, And the quaint, painted posies in the corners of the dial, With the painted lady above the dial Who sits on a green bank, Holding a white cockatoo on her hand So gracefully, The cold, silver notes of this Clock began . . . . And then there broke in lustily The hoarser, more human note of the other old Grandfather’s Clock On the upper landing . . . . In its plain, massive case, with the little, old ship With wee white sails, That rocks backward and forward . . . . Backward . . . .forward . . . . Charming. The eyes of generations of small, wondering children Climbing up to nursery tea in the twilight. And last came the slow, ghostly striking Of a very, very old Clock, on the library mantel . . . . A clock who has always worked very hard And who has to be wound every evening, And who has never been sure of a steady, aristocratic foundation To stand on . . . . Like the others, But who still strikes, feebly and truthfully, Proud to give service. Three old clocks very wise and human . . . . And faithful, Striking the hours on a winter night, With the age-old Moon looking in at the windows. II.

In a house that is suddenly left empty, Unlighted, alone, Through the long mystical hours of a night An old eightday Clock strikes . . . . Twelve . . . . One . . . . Two . . . . Three . . . . Is there anything so silent . . . . lonely . . . . vast . . . .. As a Clock striking hours in a house . . . . With no one to listen? Is there no one to listen?

III.

The Sundial is very, very old To be counting the hours in my modern garden, Where flowers bloom in a wild riot of colour, And modern poets read vers libre Under the shade of a jolly young maple tree. I think I shall plant tall, stately white phlox All around the Sundial Next summer. And try to have more spades of green, velvet turf . . . . And perhaps buy a peacock.

For we cannot read only Elizabethan lyrics and sonnets Beside the sundial, And it is so aloof and so old for my modern garden, Although, in the sunshine, so faithful . . . . Yes, it should have a peacock! IV.

The winter moonlight is streaming down Into the sunken garden. Yesterday I laid a vivid spray of red Autumn berries Upon the sundial, Over the calm old motto . . . ‘Light and shade by turns but Love always.’

Now the first snow has fallen, and the pale moonlight The Sundial stands as aloof as ever on its slender pedestal . . . . Holding quietly a white crown, Dropped lightly upon it From the mysterious sky that holds the Sun and the Moon.

V. I have written these sketches of clocks and a sundial Waiting in the powerhouse of a great factory . . . . Where a chair is courteously place for me In a bare, lofty room Between two monstrous whirring engines Apparently ceaseless. At first their rush and their crashing roar Terrified me. I wanted to scream and to run . . . . gasping . . . . Now the noise has become rhythmical . . . . awesome . . . . And I think, queerly, of deep, green caverns Far under the roar of the ocean. How slow . . . . slow . . . .slow The old clocks striking at midnight . . . .

In comparison With this hurrying, rhythmical beat of these mighty engines, Time to the fraction of a second. High over my head, on a brick wall A shrill piercing gong strikes now and then rapidly . . . . Cleaving the roar and the rhythm . . . . I understand nothing . . . . Now I shall simply write down, laboriously . . . . As a child writes . . . . And very reverently . . . . GOD SUNDIALS CLOCKS ENGINES TIME AND ETERNITY.

(1922) Artist Profiles

CRIS INGUANTI joined the woodwind faculty at Northern Arizona University in the fall of 2014 after serving as the assistant principal and bass clarinetist of the Symphony Orchestra for seventeen seasons. He has also been a member of the Pacific Northwest Ballet and Houston Ballet Orchestras, the New York City Opera National Company Orchestra, and the New Philharmonia of Portugal. He has appeared as a soloist with orchestras and in recital in Europe and North America and has also performed with a wide variety of chamber ensembles. As a member of the Manhattan Wind Quintet, Inguanti has appeared in numerous chamber music series, and has commissioned and recorded a number of new works for the genre, resulting in the release on Albany Records of When Angels Speak. Other recording ventures include the Mozart Sinfonia concertante for winds with the New Philharmonia of Portugal, and two solo CDs (one of which, Vox Terra, was nominated for best CD in the Western Canada Music Awards). His recording of Jeffrey Ryan’s Grace Period for clarinet was included in Ryan’s CD collection of music for solo woodwinds entitled My Soul upon My Lips, released by Redshift Records. He is also heard on many CBC recordings with members of the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra. Since arriving in Arizona, Inguanti has been a frequent guest artist with the Phoenix Symphony, the Arizona Ballet Orchestra, and the Arizona MusicFest orchestra. At NAU, he performs regularly as a member of the Kokopelli and Flageolet ensembles and is a frequent soloist on a myriad of faculty recitals. Prior to NAU, Inguanti taught at the University of British Columbia and the Vancouver Academy of Music.

JEFFREY RYAN was almost an accountant. Three months into his first semester at Wilfrid Laurier University, he begged to transfer into the Music Faculty to become a composer. Which, after growing up training his ears with Petula Clark, The Partridge Family, and Captain and Tenille, playing saxophone and flute in high school bands, singing in two choirs, and writing his own songs for voice class, surprised absolutely no one. Now, as a freelance composer based in Vancouver, Canada, Ryan finds inspiration in the world around him—nature, science, literature, visual art, even the stock market— and creates music that runs the gamut from orchestral and chamber works to opera, art song, and choral music. He was the Vancouver Symphony’s Composer-in-Residence from 2002 to 2007 and Composer Laureate in 2008-2009. He currently serves as Composer Advisor for Music . Recordings of Ryan’s music have garnered four JUNO nominations and five more from the Western Canadian Music Awards. His discography includes the portrait CD’s Fugitive Colours and the chamber collections Quantum Mechanics and My Soul upon My Lips. He holds degrees from Wilfrid Laurier University, , and the Cleveland Institute of Music, where he studied with the composer Donald Erb. He still enjoys doing his taxes. Acknowledgements

I am so very grateful to the members of the two ensembles who have agreed to be a part of this rather gigantic undertaking. Truly, the generosity and dedication shown by all has been an astonishing thing. I believe I can speak for all involved by saying what a joy it has been to reunite with valued colleagues to make music in a live setting during this most arid of years for the performing arts. This event has clarified for me how very important it is for us to nourish our souls and those of others who appreciate this astonishing art form by continuing to engage in artistic endeavors through this challenging time. THANK YOU. CI