Senior Recital Drew Canning '21, soprano - Vassar College
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THE DEPARTMENT OF MUSIC
VASSAR COLLEGE
Senior Recital
Drew Canning ‘21, soprano
David Alpher, piano
with Adam Buchmueller, piano
Lillian Wolsk, saxophone
George Edison, saxophone
John Rogers, guitar
Noah Hornik, bass
Wyatt Carey, drums
Sunday, 23 May 2021
12:00 PM
Martel Recital Hall
Skinner Hall of MusicPlease note, Skinner Hall of Music and the VC Chapel
currently remain closed to the general public.
The 2021 Senior Recitals can be viewed on the
Vassar Music webcast page at:
music.vassar.edu/concerts/webcast
Skinner Recital Hall is equipped with a
LOOP Hearing System.
The loop will offer improved clarity for persons with hearing loss who
wear telecoil —or T-coil—equipped hearing aids.
Please silence all cell phones or other personal electronic devices
and refrain from texting. Use of these instruments will disturb other
audience members and cause interference with in-house
recording and webcasting.Program
La canzone di Doretta Giacomo Puccini
(from La Rondine) (1858-1924)
Bachianas Brasileiras no. 5 Heitor Villa-Lobos
Aria (Cantilena) (1887-1959)
Ebben? Ne andro lontana Alfredo Catalani
(from La Wally) (1854-1893)
In uomini, in soldati Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
(from Così fan tutte) (1756-1791)
Les chemins de l’amour Francis Poulenc
(1899-1963)
INTERMISSIONLa vie en rose Marguerite Monnot (1903-1961),
Louiguy (1916-1991), Edith Piaf (1915-1963)
Manhattan Richard Rodgers (1902-1979),
Lorenz Hart (1895-1943)
Beyond the Sea Charles Trenet (1913-2001),
Jack Lawrence (1928-1994)
Stuff Like That There Jay Livingston (1915-2001)
Summer Wind Johnny Mercer (1909-1976),
Heinz Meier (1925-1998)
I’m ‘Thru’ with Love Matty Malnek (1903-1981),
Fud Livingston (1906-1957)
The Great Gig in the Sky Clare Torry (b. 1947),
Richard Wright (1943-2008)Acknowledgements This recital would not have come together without the incredible efforts of my voice teacher, Robert Osborne, my accompanist, David Alpher, the fantastic jazz combo consisting of Lily, Noah, Wyatt, Adam, Jack, and George, and of course the Music Department’s very own Jane Podell and Kim Andresen, who organized this event. To Robert – thank you for these four years. You have been more than a voice teacher to me, but a mentor, a confidante, and accomplice to my musical rebellion. The measure of your wisdom and kindness is not lost on me, and I expect we’ll stay in touch. To David – you have so many beautiful and funny thoughts and observations. I’ve loved hearing them and I can’t imagine I won’t hear more in the future. You are an incredible support, and I will always associate Froot Loop dispensers with Frederick, MD because of you. To Mom and Madeline – well, you know. Thank you. I love you. And ditto to Dad, but also, thanks for paying for these voice lessons all four years. To Nana – This all started with you. Not only did you put me in Little Music Makers at age 5, but I remember our trip to see Phantom of the Opera in 2011. I remember pointing at Christine and saying “Nana, I want to sound like her.” I don’t remember your verbatim response, but it was probably something dramatic like “And so you shall. And so. you. shall.” Thank you for enabling my increasingly experimental vocal journey. And yes, jazz is a respected genre. To my dear friends in attendance today – let’s crack open some White Clams after.
Texts and Translations
La canzone di Doretta
Chi il bel sogno di Doretta Who could Doretta's beautiful dream
potè in dovinar? ever guess?
Il suo mister come mai Her mystery how come it's never
come mai fini how come it's never ending
Ahimè! un giorno uno studente Alas! One day a student
in bocca la baciò kissed her on the lips
e fu quel bacio and it was such a kiss
rivelazione: revelation:
fu la passione! it was passion!
Folle amore! Crazy love!
Folle ebbrezza! Crazy intoxication!
Chi la sottil carezza Who could this subtle caress
d'un bacio così ardente of such a flaming kiss
mai ridir potrà? ever describe?
Ah! mio sogno! Ah! my dream!
Ah! mia vita! Ah! my life!
Che importa la ricchezza Who cares about riches
se alfine è rifiorita if it finally revives
la felicità! happiness!
O sogno d'or Oh golden dream
poter amar così! to be able to love like this!
(Giuseppe Adami)
Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e Evening, a cloud, rosy and
transparente. translucent
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela! slowly crosses the drowsy, beautiful
firmament!
Surge no infinito a lua docemente, The moon gently rises into infinity,
Enfeitando a tarde, qual meiga adorning the evening, like a sweet
donzela maiden
Que se apresta e a linda getting ready, dreamily making
sonhadoramente,Em anseios d'alma para ficar bela herself beautiful,
desiring her soul to be beautiful.
Grita ao céu e a terra toda a She calls to the heavens, earth, to all
Natureza! of Nature!
Cala a passarada aos seus tristes She silences the birds’ sad laments,
queixumes
E reflete o mar toda a Sua riqueza... And the sea reflects all her treasures
...
Suave a luz da lua desperta agora Softly the moon awakens,
A cruel saudade que ri e chora! a cruel yearning that laughs and
weeps!
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e Evening, a cloud, rosy and
transparente translucent
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela! Slowly crosses the drowsy, beautiful
firmament!
(Ruth Valadares Corréa)
Ebben? Ne Andro Lontana
Ebben? Ne andrò lontana Well then! I’ll take off far away
come va l'eco pia campana, as does the echo of a pious bell,
là fra la neve bianca, there among the white snow,
là fra le nubi d'ôr; there among the clouds of gold,
laddóve la speranza, la speranza there where hope, hope
è rimpianto, è rimpianto, è dolor! is regret, is regret, is sorrow!
O della madre mia casa gioconda Oh from my mother's mirthful home
la Wally ne andrà da te, da te, Wally will go away from you, from
lontana assai, e forse a te, you!
e forse a te, non farà mai più ritorno, far far away, and perhaps to you,
nè più la rivedrai! and perhaps to you, she’ll return no
Mai più, mai più! more, nor see you any more!
Never again, never again!
Ne andrò sola e lontana, I’ll take off alone and far away,
là fra la neve bianca, n'andrò, there among the white snow, I’ll take
n'andrò sola e lontana off, I’ll take off alone and far away,
e fra le nubi d'ôr! and to the clouds of gold!
Well then! I’ll take off far away
like the echo of a pious bell does,there among the white snow,
there among the clouds of gold,
there where hope, hope
is regret, is regret, is sorrow!
(Luigi Illica)
In uomini, in soldati
In uomini, in soldati In men, in soldiers
Sperare fedeltà? You look for fidelity?
ridendo laughing
Non vi fate sentir, per carità! Don't tell me that, for pity's sake!
Di pasta simile Of the same stuff
Son tutti quanti: All of them are made;
Le fronde mobili, The quivering leaves,
L'aure incostanti The inconstant breezes
Han più degli uomini Have more stability
Stabilità. Than men.
Mentite lagrime, Crocodile tears,
Fallaci sguardi, Lying looks,
Voci ingannevoli, Deceiving words,
Vezzi bugiardi, False endearments
Son le primarie Are the basis
Lor qualità. Of their tricks.
In noi non amano In us they only prize
Che il lor diletto; Their own pleasure;
Poi ci dispregiano, Then they despise us,
Neganci affetto, Deny us affection,
Né val da' barbari And from such tyrants
Chieder pietà. There's no mercy to be had.
Paghiam, o femmine, We women should repay
D'ugual moneta This hurtful,
Questa malefica Impudent breed
Razza indiscreta; In their own coin;
Amiam per comodo, Let's love them
Per vanità! To suit our convenience and our
vanity! (Lorenzo da Ponte)Les chemins de l’amour Les chemins qui vont à la mer The paths that lead to the sea Ont gardé de notre passage Have retained from our passing Des fleurs effeuillées The flowers that shed their petals Et l’écho sous leurs arbres And the echo beneath their trees De nos deux rires clairs. Of our clear laughter. Hélas! des jours de bonheur, Alas! no trace of those happy days, Radieuses joies envolées, Those radiant joys now flown, Je vais sans retrouver traces Can I find again Dans mon coeur. In my heart. Chemins de mon amour, Paths of my love, Je vous cherche toujours, I search for you ceaselessly, Chemins perdus, vous n’êtes plus Lost paths, you are no more Et vos échos sont sourds. And your echoes are muted. Chemins du désespoir, Paths of despair, Chemins du souvenir, Paths of memory, Chemins du premier jour, Paths of our first day, Divins chemins d’amour. Divine paths of love. Si je dois l’oublier un jour, If one day I must forget, La vie effaçant toute chose, Since life obliterates everything, Je veux dans mon coeur qu’un I wish for my heart to remember one souvenir thing, Repose plus fort que l’autre amour. More vivid than the other love, Le souvenir du chemin, To remember the path Où tremblante et toute éperdue, Where trembling and all distracted, Un jour j’ai senti sur moi brûler tes One day I felt on me your passionate mains. hands. (Jean Anouilh) La vie en rose Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, Eyes that gaze into mine, Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche— A smile that is lost on his lips— Voilà le portrait sans retouche That is the unretouched portrait De l’homme auquel j’appartiens. Of the man to whom I belong. Quand il me prend dans ses bras, When he takes me in his arms Il me parle tout bas, And speaks softly to me, Je vois la vie en rose. I see life in rosy hues. Il me dit des mots d’amour, He tells me words of love, Des mots de tous les jours, Words of every day, Et ça me fait quelque chose. And in them I become something.
Il est entré dans mon cœur, He has entered my heart, Une part de bonheur A part of happiness Dont je connais la cause. Whereof I understand the reason. C’est lui pour moi, It’s him for me, Moi pour lui dans la vie, I for him throughout life, Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie. He has told me, he has sworn for life. Et dès que je l’aperçois, And from the things that I sense, Alors je sens en moi Now I can feel within me Mon cœur qui bat. My heart that beats. (Edith Piaf) Manhattan I’ll take Manhattan The Bronx and Staten Island too It's lovely going through the zoo It's very fancy on old Delancey Street, you know The Subway charms us so When balmy breezes blow to-and-fro And tell me what street Compares with Mott Street in July? Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by The great big city's a wondrous toy Just made for a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy We'll go to Yonkers Where true love conquers in the whiles And starve together dear in Chiles We'll go to Coney and eat baloney on a roll In Central Park we'll stroll Where our first kiss we stole Soul to soul And 'My Fair Lady' is a terrific show, they say We both may see it close some day The city's glamour can never spoil The dreams of a boy and girl We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy. (Lorenz Hart)
Beyond the Sea Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waiting for me My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailin' Somewhere beyond the sea She's there watching for me If I could fly like birds on high Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing It's far beyond the stars It's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt My heart will lead me there soon We'll meet beyond the shore We'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again I'll go sailing I know beyond a doubt, ah My heart will lead me there soon We'll meet (I know we'll meet) beyond the shore We'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again I'll go sailing No more sailing So long sailing Bye bye sailing. (Jack Lawrence) Stuff Like That There I was alone on a shelf In a world by myself. Oh, where could my prince charming be? But a man came along, Made my life like a song, And taught me these words of ecstasy, Tenderly.
I want some huggin' and some squeezin' And some muggin' and some teasin' And some stuff like that there. I want some pettin' and some spoonin' And some happy honeymoonin' And some stuff like that there. I used to think that love Was just a lot o' rubbish; A mess o' cabbage, a mess o’cabbage. But now my attitude Is wholly lovey dovish, And baby, you, you've done it! I want some kissin' and some hopin' And some missin' and some mopin' And some stuff like that there. I want some leapin' and some chasin' And some weepin' and some pacin' And some stuff like that there. And when I get a certain feelin' I confess it. There's really only one expression to express it. I want some huggin' and some squeezin' And some muggin' and some teasin' And some leapin' and some chasin' And some weepin' and some pacin' And some stuff, I want some stuff like that there. I used to think romance was bunk, A double mickey for the ickey. But all at once my heart was sunk, And baby, you, you've done it! I want some kissin' and some hopin' And some missin' and some mopin' And some stuff like that there. I want some leapin' and some chasin' And some weepin' and some pacin'
And some stuff like that there. And when I get a certain feelin' confess it. There's really only one expression to express it. I want some huggin', squeezin', Muggin', teasin' and some stuff, Stuff like that there! Oooooooooh! (Ray Evans) Summer Wind The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by The world was new beneath a blue umbrella sky Then softer than a piper man, one day it called to you I lost you, I lost you to the summer wind The autumn wind, and the winter winds they have come and gone And still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end? My fickle friend, the summer wind
The summer wind
Warm summer wind
The summer wind.
(Johnny Mercer)
I’m ‘Thru’ with Love
I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said "Adieu" to love
Don't ever call again
For I must have you
Or no one
And so I'm through with love
I've locked my heart
I'll keep my feelings there
I have stocked my heart
With icy frigid air
And I need to care for no one
And so I'm through with love
Why did you leave me
To think that you could care?
You didn't need me
For you have your share
Of slaves around you
To hound you and swear
With deep emotion
Devotion to you
Goodbye to spring
And all it meant to me
It can never bring
The things that used to be
For I must have you or no one
And so I'm through with love.
(Gus Kahn)Skinner Hall of Music
Spring 2021 Virtual Webcast Series
~ Senior Recital Schedule ~
Please note, Skinner Hall of Music and the VC Chapel
currently remain closed to the general public.
Live webcasts* and digital program notes can be viewed through
the end of the semester at: music.vassar.edu/concerts/webcast
4/18 Sunday • 1:30 pm ~ Susannah Karron, soprano
4/18 Sunday • 3:30 pm ~ Nicholas Christenson, double bass
4/24 Saturday • 1pm ~ Emma Stovicek, soprano
4/24 Saturday • 3 pm ~ Rachel Salvador, soprano
5/02 Sunday • 2:30 pm ~ Sydney Amspacher, soprano
5/15 Saturday • 12 pm ~ Abigail Hart Goldman, soprano
5/15 Saturday • 2 pm ~ Charlotte Waldman, flute
5/15 Saturday • 4 pm ~ Emma Bauchner, piano
5/16 Sunday • 12 pm ~ Bryan Smith, baritone
5/16 Sunday • 2 pm ~ Claire Furtwangler, cello
5/16 Sunday • 3:30 pm ~ Helen Johnson, mezzo-soprano
5/22 Saturday • 10 am ~ Christopher Triggs, jazz saxophone & flute
5/22 Saturday • 12 pm ~ Rachel Walker, mezzo-soprano
5/22 Saturday • 2 pm ~ Susanna Monroe, violin
5/23 Sunday • 12 pm ~ Drew Canning, soprano
5/23 Sunday • 3:30 pm ~ Prashit Parikh, percussion & jazz drums
5/25 Tuesday • 8 pm ~ Michelle Kang, organ; this event was recorded at
the VC Chapel on 5/23.
*Start times are approximate - please be patient.
If for any reason the webcast is disrupted a recording will be provided at a later time.
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