Showing posts with label Peabody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peabody. Show all posts
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Peabody
Peabody Concert season has started.
Took in Carnival of the Animals for two pianists: Hanchien Lee and Grace Kim.
with Frederic Ogden Nash verse, recited by Phyllis Bryn-Julson
Introduction
Camille Saint-Saens
Was wracked with pains,
When people addressed him,
As Saint Sanes.
He held the human race to blame,
Because it could not pronounce his name,
So, he turned with metronome and fife,
To glorify other kinds of life,
Be quiet please – for here begins
His salute to feathers, fur and fins.
Camille Saint-Saens
Was wracked with pains,
When people addressed him,
As Saint Sanes.
He held the human race to blame,
Because it could not pronounce his name,
So, he turned with metronome and fife,
To glorify other kinds of life,
Be quiet please – for here begins
His salute to feathers, fur and fins.
The Lion
The lion is the king of beasts,
And husband of the lioness.
Gazelles and things on which he feasts
Address him as your highoness.
There are those that admire that roar of his,
In the African jungles and velds,
But, I think that wherever the lion is,
I’d rather be somewhere else.
The lion is the king of beasts,
And husband of the lioness.
Gazelles and things on which he feasts
Address him as your highoness.
There are those that admire that roar of his,
In the African jungles and velds,
But, I think that wherever the lion is,
I’d rather be somewhere else.
Cocks and Hens
The rooster is a roistering hoodlum,
His battle cry is cock-a-doodleum.
Hands in pockets, cap over eye,
He whistles at pullets, passing by.
The rooster is a roistering hoodlum,
His battle cry is cock-a-doodleum.
Hands in pockets, cap over eye,
He whistles at pullets, passing by.
The Wild Jackass
Have ever you harked to the jackass wild,
Which scientists call the onager?
It sounds like the laugh of an idiot child,
Or a hepcat on a harmoniger,
But do not sneer at the jackass wild,
There is a method in his heehaw,
For with maidenly blush and accent mild
The jenny-ass answers shee-haw.
Have ever you harked to the jackass wild,
Which scientists call the onager?
It sounds like the laugh of an idiot child,
Or a hepcat on a harmoniger,
But do not sneer at the jackass wild,
There is a method in his heehaw,
For with maidenly blush and accent mild
The jenny-ass answers shee-haw.
The Tortoise
Come crown my brow with leaves of myrtle,
I know the tortoise is a turtle,
Come carve my name in stone immortal,
I know the turtoise is a tortle.
I know to my profound despair,
I bet on one to beat a hare,
I also know I’m now a pauper,
Because of its totley, turtley, torper.
Come crown my brow with leaves of myrtle,
I know the tortoise is a turtle,
Come carve my name in stone immortal,
I know the turtoise is a tortle.
I know to my profound despair,
I bet on one to beat a hare,
I also know I’m now a pauper,
Because of its totley, turtley, torper.
The Elephant
Elephants are useful friends,
Equipped with handles at both ends.
They have a wrinkled moth proof hide,
Their teeth are upside down, outside,
If you think the elephant preposterous,
You’ve probably never seen a rhinosterous.
Elephants are useful friends,
Equipped with handles at both ends.
They have a wrinkled moth proof hide,
Their teeth are upside down, outside,
If you think the elephant preposterous,
You’ve probably never seen a rhinosterous.
Kangaroos
The kangaroo can jump incredible,
He has to jump because he is edible,
I could not eat a kangaroo,
But many fine Australians do,
Those with cookbooks as well as boomerangs,
Prefer him in tasty kangaroomeringues.
The kangaroo can jump incredible,
He has to jump because he is edible,
I could not eat a kangaroo,
But many fine Australians do,
Those with cookbooks as well as boomerangs,
Prefer him in tasty kangaroomeringues.
The Aquarium
Some fish are minnows,
Some are whales,
People like dimples,
Fish like scales,
Some fish are slim,
And some are round,
They don’t get cold,
They don’t get drowned,
But every fishwife
Fears for her fish,
What we call mermaids
They call merfish.
Some fish are minnows,
Some are whales,
People like dimples,
Fish like scales,
Some fish are slim,
And some are round,
They don’t get cold,
They don’t get drowned,
But every fishwife
Fears for her fish,
What we call mermaids
They call merfish.
Mules
In the world of mules
There are no rules.
In the world of mules
There are no rules.
The Cuckoo in the Wild
Cuckoos lead bohemian lives,
They fail as husbands and as wives,
Therefore, they cynically disparage
Everybody else’s marriage.
Cuckoos lead bohemian lives,
They fail as husbands and as wives,
Therefore, they cynically disparage
Everybody else’s marriage.
Birds
Puccini was Latin, and Wagner Teutonic,
And birds are incurable philharmonic,
Suburban yards and rural vistas
Are filled with avian Andrew Sisters.
The skylark sings a roundelay,
The crow sings “The Road to Mandalay,”
The nightingale sings a lullaby,
And the sea gull sings a gullaby.
That’s what shepherds listened to in Arcadia
Before somebody invented the radia.
Puccini was Latin, and Wagner Teutonic,
And birds are incurable philharmonic,
Suburban yards and rural vistas
Are filled with avian Andrew Sisters.
The skylark sings a roundelay,
The crow sings “The Road to Mandalay,”
The nightingale sings a lullaby,
And the sea gull sings a gullaby.
That’s what shepherds listened to in Arcadia
Before somebody invented the radia.
Pianists
Some claim that pianists are human,
Heh, and quote the case of Mr. Truman.
Saint Saens on the other hand,
Considered them a scurvy band,
A blight they are he said, and simian,
Instead of normal men and wimian.
Some claim that pianists are human,
Heh, and quote the case of Mr. Truman.
Saint Saens on the other hand,
Considered them a scurvy band,
A blight they are he said, and simian,
Instead of normal men and wimian.
Fossils
At midnight in the museum hall,
The fossils gathered for a ball,
There were no drums or saxophones,
But just the clatter of their bones,
Rolling, rattling carefree circus,
Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas,
Pterodactyls and brontosauruses
Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses,
Amid the mastodonic wassail
I caught the eye of one small fossil,
“Cheer up sad world,” he said and winked,
“It’s kind of fun to be extinct.”
At midnight in the museum hall,
The fossils gathered for a ball,
There were no drums or saxophones,
But just the clatter of their bones,
Rolling, rattling carefree circus,
Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas,
Pterodactyls and brontosauruses
Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses,
Amid the mastodonic wassail
I caught the eye of one small fossil,
“Cheer up sad world,” he said and winked,
“It’s kind of fun to be extinct.”
The Swan
The swan can swim while sitting down,
For pure conceit he takes the crown,
He looks in the mirror over and ovea,
And claims to have never heard of Pavlova.
The swan can swim while sitting down,
For pure conceit he takes the crown,
He looks in the mirror over and ovea,
And claims to have never heard of Pavlova.
The Grand Finale
Now we’ve reached the grand finale,
On an animalie, carnivalie,
Noises new to sea and land,
Issue from the skillful band,
All the strings contort their features,
Imitating crawly creatures,
All the brasses look like mumps
From blowing umpah, umpah, umps,
In outdoing Barnum and Bailey, and Ringling,
Saint Saens has done a miraculous thingling.
Now we’ve reached the grand finale,
On an animalie, carnivalie,
Noises new to sea and land,
Issue from the skillful band,
All the strings contort their features,
Imitating crawly creatures,
All the brasses look like mumps
From blowing umpah, umpah, umps,
In outdoing Barnum and Bailey, and Ringling,
Saint Saens has done a miraculous thingling.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Music and More
Caught two more Peabody Conservatory Concerts
9/28/13
Chen Zhangyi (b.1984)
Raintree: Breeze, Rain, Leaves. Winning work in the Macht Orchestral Composition Competition.
Alexander Glazunov (1865-1936)
Saxophone Concerto in E Flat Major, Op. 109
Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840-1893)
Symphony #5 in E minor, Op. 64
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10/4/13
Chen Yi (b. 1953)
Celebration
Max Bruch (1838-1920)
Violin Concerto #1 in G minor, Op. 26
Jean Sibelius (1865-1957)
Symphony #1 in E minor, Op. 39
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Add a Traditional Irish Music Session and Folkdancing this week.
Getting some culture. Now just have to finish some projects around the home so I can dust off the cello...
9/28/13
Chen Zhangyi (b.1984)
Raintree: Breeze, Rain, Leaves. Winning work in the Macht Orchestral Composition Competition.
Alexander Glazunov (1865-1936)
Saxophone Concerto in E Flat Major, Op. 109
Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840-1893)
Symphony #5 in E minor, Op. 64
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10/4/13
Chen Yi (b. 1953)
Celebration
Max Bruch (1838-1920)
Violin Concerto #1 in G minor, Op. 26
Jean Sibelius (1865-1957)
Symphony #1 in E minor, Op. 39
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Add a Traditional Irish Music Session and Folkdancing this week.
Getting some culture. Now just have to finish some projects around the home so I can dust off the cello...
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Concerts
Having moved to the Baltimore region this past month, we have been checking out new classical concert venues. Baltimore Symphony Orchestra opened its season with a sampler program. We liked the rendition of Holst's "Jupiter" the best and the pop "Lost In Syndication" arranged by Jack Everly, a medley of science fiction music (Twilight Zone, X-Files, The Jetsons, et. al), was fun.
Peabody had a wonderful free and open to the public Master Class "The Art of the Countertenor” with internationally acclaimed singer/director Drew Minter last night. Drew Minter was humorous and insightful. Three countertenors were featured over two hours and there was live harpsichord accompaniment. The Korean student was extreme.
Unfortunately, I have lost the programs for both of these events. I'll try to be better about posting them so I don't forget what I have heard!
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Found program from "The Art of the Countertenor".
"Tis Nature's Voice" Ode to St. Cecilia Z 328 - Purcell (1659-1695)
"Vivi, tiranno" Rodelinda HWV19 - Handel (1685-1759)
"Mi palpiti il cor" HWV132 - Handel
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Found program from "The Art of the Countertenor".
"Tis Nature's Voice" Ode to St. Cecilia Z 328 - Purcell (1659-1695)
"Vivi, tiranno" Rodelinda HWV19 - Handel (1685-1759)
"Mi palpiti il cor" HWV132 - Handel
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