Parsons Dance & East Village Opera Company - State Theatre

Parsons Dance & East Village Opera Company - State Theatre Parsons Dance & East Village Opera Company - State Theatre

statetheatrenj.org
from statetheatrenj.org More from this publisher
13.07.2015 Views

T HE M USIC10Verdi: “La donna è mobile” from Rigoletto (1851)Libretto by Francesco Maria PiaveIt wasn’t this opera’s degrading representation of women that angeredthe elite, nor was it the boozing and whoring. What really pissed off theEuropean royal courts was the portrayal of a boozing and whoring king.The opera was based on a play by Victor Hugo titled Le roi s’amuse (TheKing Amuses Himself) and set in the French court of Francois I. Hugo’splay was judged libellous and banned from performance for 50 years.When Verdi took up the story, he was forced by the censors to changethe title and center the story around a fictitious Duke of Mantua before itwas finally deemed suitable by the heavy-handed censors. This aria givesan accurate indication of the Duke’s character.Woman is fickle, like a feather in the windChangeable in both word and thought.Always a sweet, pretty face;Whether weeping or laughing, she is lying.Woman is fickle, like a feather in the windChangeable in both word and thought.Any man who trusts her is always miserable;The man who confides in her—reckless is his heart!Yet no man feels completely happyUnless he drinks of love on that bosom!Schubert: “Ave Maria” (1825)Schubert didn’t write this “Ave Maria.” Whathe did write was a song set to a Germantranslation of part of Sir Walter Scott’s poemThe Lady of the Lake. The poem is indeed aprayer to the Virgin Mary, which gavesomeone the bright idea of ‘borrowing’Schubert’s melody and replacing the wordswith the full text of the Roman Catholic prayer.Hail Mary, full of graceHail, the Lord is with youBlessed are you among women,And blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.Holy Mary, mother of God,Pray for us sinners—now, and in the hour of ourdeath.Amen.Puccini: “Nessun dorma” from Turandot (1926)Libretto by Giuseppe Adami and Renato SimoniPuccini: “O mio babbino caro” from Gianni Schicchi (1918)Libretto by Giovacchino ForzanoThe singer begs for her father’s permission to pursue a loveinterest. That seems to be somewhat of an archaic dilemma inthis day and age, so we added the point of view of the coy butfrustrated lover. Our homage to the great Marvin Gaye is notrestricted to the bridge—knowing Marvin’s tragic fate at thehands of his father is one of the reasons we took a slightlymore sinister harmonic approach.Oh my dear Daddy,I like her, she is so beautifulI want to go to Porta RossaTo buy the ring.Yes, yes, I want to go there!And if I love her in vainI’d go to the Ponte Vecchio [a famous bridge in Florence]To throw myself into the Arno,I pine and I suffer!Oh God, I wish I were dead!Daddy, have pity!Have you ever watched a friend fall in love withpositively the wrong person? In Puccini’s final opera, theprotagonist Calaf loses his mind for the nasty PrincessTurandot. Having already reneged on one deal, Turandotagrees to another: if she is unable to discover Calaf’s truename by morning, she will marry him. However, if shedoes find out, she gets to cut off his head. Most guyswould run—Calaf chooses instead to sing this song.Puccini himself died before he could finish this opera.No one sleep! No one sleep!You too, o Princess,In your cold chamberYou watch the stars that tremble with loveand with hope!But my secret is locked inside me,No one will know my name! No, no!I will place it on your mouthWhen daylight shines!And my kiss will end the silencethat makes you mine!Disappear, o night! Set, you stars!Set, you stars! At dawn I will win!I will win! I will win!

T HE M USIC11Catalani: “Ebben? Ne andrò lontana” from La Wally (1892)Libretto by Luigi IllicaThere are many, many ways one can die in an opera. Besidesthe usual stabbing, strangling, drowning, poison swallowing, andthe ever-popular wasting away, you’ll find babies thrown into thefire, a soprano who leaps into an erupting volcano, and evendeath by singing. In true operatic style, the heroine of AlfredoCatalani’s La Wally throws herself into an avalanche. Fortunatelyfor us music lovers, before we get to the fatal leap, Wally singsthis gorgeous aria. In it, she determines to leave her Tyroleanvillage rather than be forced to marry a man she does not love.Ah well then! I shall go far awayLike the echo of the pious churchbellgoes away,There somewhere in the whitesnow;There amongst the clouds of gold,There where hope, hopeIs regret, is regret, is sorrow!O from my mother's cheerful houseWally is about to go away fromyou, from you!Quite far away, and perhaps to you,And perhaps to you, will nevermore return,Nor ever more see you again!Never again, never again!I will go away alone and far,There, somewhere in the whitesnow, I shall go,I will go away alone and farAnd amongst the clouds of gold!Purcell: “When I Am Laid in Earth” from Dido andAeneas (1689)Libretto by Nahum TateAccording Virgil’s Aeneid, Queen Dido of Carthageand Trojan War hero Aeneas fell madly in love. Aeneasis commanded by the gods to leave Carthage and sailto Italy, where he is destined to become the founderof Rome. Heartbroken that her lover has skippedtown, Dido asks to be remembered for how she livedher life and not for how she chooses to end it. Ourversion has an additional voice of remembrance: onethat binds the ending of one life to the beginning ofanother.When I am laid in earthMay my wrongs create no trouble in thy breastRemember me!But ah! Forget my fate!Puccini: Love Duet from Madama Butterfly (1904)Libretto by Luigi Illica and Giuseppe GiacosaLong before Miss Saigon, Puccini’s Madama Butterfly broke audiences’ hearts with the tragic tale ofa Japanese girl who put all her love and faith in the hands of a callous American officer. The gorgeous,sensuous love duet comes at the end of the first act, right after Cio-Cio San (a.k.a. Butterfly) hasmarried lieutenant Benjamin Franklin Pinkerton.CIO-CIO SANLove me with a tiny love,a childlike love,The kind that suits me.Love me, please.We are a people accustomed to small,humble, silent things,To a tenderness that lightly caresses,and yet is as vast as the heavens and thewaves of the sea.PINKERTONLet me kiss your dear hands.My Butterfly! How aptly they named you,fragile butterfly...CIO-CIO SANThey say that beyond the seaIf a butterfly falls into the hands of a man,It is pierced with a pinAnd fixed to a table!PINKERTONThere’s some truth in that.And do you know why?So that it won’t fly away.I’ve caught you...I press you to me, quivering.You’re mine!CIO-CIO SANYes, for life!PINKERTONCome, come!Cast all sad fears out of your heart!The night is peaceful. Look, everything isasleep.You’re mine, Ah, come!CIO-CIO SANAh! Lovely night! So many stars!I’ve never seen them so beautiful!Only twinkle sparkles and shinesWith the brilliance of an eye.Oh! So many eyes fixed and staring,Looking at us from all sides!In the sky, along the shore, out to sea...theheavens are smiling!Ah! Lovely night!In an ecstasy of love the sky is smiling!

T HE M USIC10Verdi: “La donna è mobile” from Rigoletto (1851)Libretto by Francesco Maria PiaveIt wasn’t this opera’s degrading representation of women that angeredthe elite, nor was it the boozing and whoring. What really pissed off theEuropean royal courts was the portrayal of a boozing and whoring king.The opera was based on a play by Victor Hugo titled Le roi s’amuse (TheKing Amuses Himself) and set in the French court of Francois I. Hugo’splay was judged libellous and banned from performance for 50 years.When Verdi took up the story, he was forced by the censors to changethe title and center the story around a fictitious Duke of Mantua before itwas finally deemed suitable by the heavy-handed censors. This aria givesan accurate indication of the Duke’s character.Woman is fickle, like a feather in the windChangeable in both word and thought.Always a sweet, pretty face;Whether weeping or laughing, she is lying.Woman is fickle, like a feather in the windChangeable in both word and thought.Any man who trusts her is always miserable;The man who confides in her—reckless is his heart!Yet no man feels completely happyUnless he drinks of love on that bosom!Schubert: “Ave Maria” (1825)Schubert didn’t write this “Ave Maria.” Whathe did write was a song set to a Germantranslation of part of Sir Walter Scott’s poemThe Lady of the Lake. The poem is indeed aprayer to the Virgin Mary, which gavesomeone the bright idea of ‘borrowing’Schubert’s melody and replacing the wordswith the full text of the Roman Catholic prayer.Hail Mary, full of graceHail, the Lord is with youBlessed are you among women,And blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.Holy Mary, mother of God,Pray for us sinners—now, and in the hour of ourdeath.Amen.Puccini: “Nessun dorma” from Turandot (1926)Libretto by Giuseppe Adami and Renato SimoniPuccini: “O mio babbino caro” from Gianni Schicchi (1918)Libretto by Giovacchino ForzanoThe singer begs for her father’s permission to pursue a loveinterest. That seems to be somewhat of an archaic dilemma inthis day and age, so we added the point of view of the coy butfrustrated lover. Our homage to the great Marvin Gaye is notrestricted to the bridge—knowing Marvin’s tragic fate at thehands of his father is one of the reasons we took a slightlymore sinister harmonic approach.Oh my dear Daddy,I like her, she is so beautifulI want to go to Porta RossaTo buy the ring.Yes, yes, I want to go there!And if I love her in vainI’d go to the Ponte Vecchio [a famous bridge in Florence]To throw myself into the Arno,I pine and I suffer!Oh God, I wish I were dead!Daddy, have pity!Have you ever watched a friend fall in love withpositively the wrong person? In Puccini’s final opera, theprotagonist Calaf loses his mind for the nasty PrincessTurandot. Having already reneged on one deal, Turandotagrees to another: if she is unable to discover Calaf’s truename by morning, she will marry him. However, if shedoes find out, she gets to cut off his head. Most guyswould run—Calaf chooses instead to sing this song.Puccini himself died before he could finish this opera.No one sleep! No one sleep!You too, o Princess,In your cold chamberYou watch the stars that tremble with loveand with hope!But my secret is locked inside me,No one will know my name! No, no!I will place it on your mouthWhen daylight shines!And my kiss will end the silencethat makes you mine!Disappear, o night! Set, you stars!Set, you stars! At dawn I will win!I will win! I will win!

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!