Student Recital
Zoe He, piano; Antonia Hekster, soprano; Aech Loar, bass; Jenna Luo, piano; Julia Manese, soprano; Emilynne Newsom, alto; Devon Overbey, baritone; Alex Pedroza, piano; Krishna Rajesh, baritone; Avery Smith, tenor; Rohan Subramanian, piano; Chengyi Tang, piano; Aaron Zhang, bass/baritone
accompanied by
Amelia Hammond, piano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Thursday, May 2, 2024, 7 p.m.
Drinkward Recital Hall
PROGRAM
Sonata in Eb Major, No. 52
I. Allegro
I. Allegro
Franz Joseph Haydn
(1732 – 1809)
(1732 – 1809)
Zoe He (HMC ’27), piano
Sonata in D Major Hob. XVI 37
I. Allegro con brio
I. Allegro con brio
Haydn
Jenna Luo (HMC ’26), piano
Whither Must I Wander
Ralph Vaughan Williams
(1872 – 1958)
(1872 – 1958)
Aaron Zhang (HMC ’26), bass/baritone
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
from One Minute to Zero
“When I Fall in Love”
“When I Fall in Love”
Victor Young
(1899 – 1956)
Edward Hyman
(1907 – 1981)
(1899 – 1956)
Edward Hyman
(1907 – 1981)
from Brigadoon
“Almost Like Being in Love”
“Almost Like Being in Love”
Alan Jay Lerner
(1918 – 1986)
Frederick Loewe
(1901 – 1988)
(1918 – 1986)
Frederick Loewe
(1901 – 1988)
Devon Overbey (HMC ’24), baritone
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Will There Really Be A Morning?
Ricky Jan Gordon
(b. 1956)
Lyrics by Emily Dickinson
(1830 – 1886)
(b. 1956)
Lyrics by Emily Dickinson
(1830 – 1886)
from Sechs Heder, Op. 48, No. 5
Zur Rosenzeit
Zur Rosenzeit
Edvard Grieg
(1843 – 1907)
(1843 – 1907)
Julia Manese (HMC ’26), soprano
Amelia Hammond, piano
Amelia Hammond, piano
Ballade No. 4 in F minor, Op. 52
Frédéric Chopin
(1810 – 1849)
(1810 – 1849)
Chengyi Tang (HMC ’27), piano
from The Roar of the Greasepaint – The Smell of the Crowd
“On a Clear Day”
“On a Clear Day”
Burton Lane
(1912-1997)
Lerner
(1912-1997)
Lerner
Krishna Rajesh (HMC ’24), baritone
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
from 12 Danzas Españolas, Op. 37
“Oriental”
“Oriental”
Enrique Granados
(1867 – 1916)
(1867 – 1916)
from 12 Danzas Españolas, Op. 37
“Galante”
“Galante”
Granados
from Suite Espanola, Op. 47
“Granada”
“Granada”
Isaac Albéniz
(1860 – 1909)
(1860 – 1909)
Rohan Subramanian, (HMC ’25), piano
from Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog
“My Eyes”
“My Eyes”
Jed Whedon
(b. 1975)
(b. 1975)
Krishna Rajesh (HMC ’24), baritone
Emilynne Newsom (HMC ’25), alto
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Emilynne Newsom (HMC ’25), alto
from Avenue Q
“There is a Fine, Fine Line”
“There is a Fine, Fine Line”
Robert Lopez
(b. 1975)
Jeff Marx
(b. 1970)
(b. 1975)
Jeff Marx
(b. 1970)
Aech Loar (HMC ’24), bass
Kyungmi Kim, piano
from The Fantasticks
“Try to Remember”
“Try to Remember”
Harvey Schmidt
(1929 – 2018)
Lyrics Tom Jones
(1928 – 2023)
(1929 – 2018)
Lyrics Tom Jones
(1928 – 2023)
Rohan Subramanian (HMC ’25), baritone
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Gargoyles
II. Adagio
I. Presto
II. Adagio
I. Presto
Lowell Liebermann
(b. 1961)
(b. 1961)
Alex Pedroza (HMC ’25), piano
from Honeymoon in Vegas
“I Love Betsy”
“I Love Betsy”
Jason Robert Brown
(b. 1970)
(b. 1970)
from Spring Awakening
“Left Behind”
“Left Behind”
Duncan Sheik
(b. 1969)
Steven Sater
(b. 1954)
(b. 1969)
Steven Sater
(b. 1954)
Avery Smith (HMC ’26), tenor
Kyungmi Kim, piano
from Dear Evan Hansen
“Requiem”
“Requiem”
Benj Paser
(b. 1985)
Justin Paul
(b. 1985)
(b. 1985)
Justin Paul
(b. 1985)
Antonia Hekster (HMC ’25), soprano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
LYRICS AND TRANSLATIONS
Whither Must I Wander
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust.
Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree,
The true word of welcome was spoken in the door—
Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight,
Kind folks of old, you come again no more.
Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,
Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl,
Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers;
Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley,
Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours.
Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood—
Fair shine the day on the house with open door;
Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney—
But I go for ever and come again no more.
“When I Fall in Love”
When I fall in love it will be forever,
Or I’ll never fall in love.
In a restless world like this is,
Love is ended before it’s begun,
And too many moonlight kisses seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.
When I give my heart it will be completely,
Or I’ll never give my heart;
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too,
Is when I fall in love with you.
“Almost Like Being in Love”
Maybe the sun gave me the power,
For I could swim Loch Lomond and be home in half an hour.
Maybe the air gave me the drive,
For I’m all aglow and alive!
What a day this has been!
What a rare mood I’m in!
Why, it’s almost like being in love!
There’s a smile on my face for the whole human race!
Why, it’s almost like being in love!
All the music of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me!
And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal,
I would swear I was falling,
I could swear I was falling,
It’s almost like being in love.
When we walked up the brae,
Not a word did we say.
It was almost like bein’ in love.
But your arm linked in mine made the world kind of fine.
It was almost like being in love!
All the music of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me!
And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal,
I would swear I was fallin’,
I could swear I was falling,
It’s almost like being in love.
Will There Really Be A Morning?
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains,
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Does it come from famous places
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar,
Oh, some Sailor,
Oh, some wise men from the skies
Please to tell this little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies.
Zur Rosenzeit
You fade, sweet roses,
My love did not wear you;
Ah! You bloom for one bereft of hope,
Whose soul now breaks with grief!
Sorrowfully I think of those days,
When I, my angel, set my heart on you,
And waiting for the first little bud,
Went early to my garden;
Laid all the blossoms, all the fruits
At your very feet,
With hope beating in my heart,
When you looked on me.
You fade, sweet roses,
My love did not wear you;
Ah! you bloom for one bereft of hope,
Whose soul now breaks with grief.
“On a Clear Day”
Could anyone among us
Have an inkling or a clue
What magic feats of wizardry
And voodoo you can do?
And who would ever guess
What powers you possess
And who would have the sense to change his view?
And start to mind his ESPs and Qs?
For who would ever dream
Of hearing phones before they ring
Or ordering the Earth
To send you up a little spring?
Or finding you've been crowned
The queen of lost and found
And who would not be stunned to see you prove
There's more to us than surgeons can remove?
So much more than we ever knew
So much more we were born to do
Should you draw back the curtain
This I am certain
You'll be impressed with you
On a clear day
Rise and look around you
And you'll see who
You are
On a clear day
How it will astound you
That the glow of your being
Outshines every star
You'll feel part of
Every mountain, sea, and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A world you've never heard before
And on a clear day
On that clear day
You can see forever
And ever
And evermore
You'll feel part of
Every mountain, sea, and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A world you've never heard before
And on a clear day
On that clear day
You can see forever
And ever
And ever
And evermore
“My Eyes”
Any dolt with half a brain
Can see that humankind has gone insane
To the point where I don't know
If I'll upset the status quo
If I throw poison in the water main
Listen close to everybody's heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world's filled with filth and lies
But it's plain to see
Evil, inside of me
Is on the rise
Look around, we're living with the lost and found
Just when you feel you've almost drowned
You find yourself on solid ground
And you believe there's good in everybody's heart
Keep it safe and sound
With hope, you can do your part
To turn a life around
I cannot believe my eyes
Is the world finally growing wise?
'Cause it seems to me
Some kind of harmony
Is on the rise
Anyone with half a brain / Take it slow
Could spend their whole life howling in pain
'Cause the dark is everywhere / He looks at me and seems to know
And Penny doesn't seem to care / The things that I'm afraid to show
And soon the dark in me is all that will remain / And suddenly I feel his glow
Listen close to everybody's heart / And I believe there's good in everybody's heart
And hear that breaking sound / Keep it safe and sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart / With hope, you can do your part
And crashing to the ground / And turn a life around
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world's filled with filth and lies / How the world’s finally growing wise
But it's plain to see / And it's plain to see
Evil inside of me / Rapture inside of me
Is on the rise
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust.
Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree,
The true word of welcome was spoken in the door—
Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight,
Kind folks of old, you come again no more.
Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,
Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl,
Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers;
Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley,
Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours.
Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood—
Fair shine the day on the house with open door;
Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney—
But I go for ever and come again no more.
“When I Fall in Love”
When I fall in love it will be forever,
Or I’ll never fall in love.
In a restless world like this is,
Love is ended before it’s begun,
And too many moonlight kisses seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.
When I give my heart it will be completely,
Or I’ll never give my heart;
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too,
Is when I fall in love with you.
“Almost Like Being in Love”
Maybe the sun gave me the power,
For I could swim Loch Lomond and be home in half an hour.
Maybe the air gave me the drive,
For I’m all aglow and alive!
What a day this has been!
What a rare mood I’m in!
Why, it’s almost like being in love!
There’s a smile on my face for the whole human race!
Why, it’s almost like being in love!
All the music of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me!
And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal,
I would swear I was falling,
I could swear I was falling,
It’s almost like being in love.
When we walked up the brae,
Not a word did we say.
It was almost like bein’ in love.
But your arm linked in mine made the world kind of fine.
It was almost like being in love!
All the music of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me!
And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal,
I would swear I was fallin’,
I could swear I was falling,
It’s almost like being in love.
Will There Really Be A Morning?
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains,
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Does it come from famous places
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar,
Oh, some Sailor,
Oh, some wise men from the skies
Please to tell this little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies.
Zur Rosenzeit
You fade, sweet roses,
My love did not wear you;
Ah! You bloom for one bereft of hope,
Whose soul now breaks with grief!
Sorrowfully I think of those days,
When I, my angel, set my heart on you,
And waiting for the first little bud,
Went early to my garden;
Laid all the blossoms, all the fruits
At your very feet,
With hope beating in my heart,
When you looked on me.
You fade, sweet roses,
My love did not wear you;
Ah! you bloom for one bereft of hope,
Whose soul now breaks with grief.
“On a Clear Day”
Could anyone among us
Have an inkling or a clue
What magic feats of wizardry
And voodoo you can do?
And who would ever guess
What powers you possess
And who would have the sense to change his view?
And start to mind his ESPs and Qs?
For who would ever dream
Of hearing phones before they ring
Or ordering the Earth
To send you up a little spring?
Or finding you've been crowned
The queen of lost and found
And who would not be stunned to see you prove
There's more to us than surgeons can remove?
So much more than we ever knew
So much more we were born to do
Should you draw back the curtain
This I am certain
You'll be impressed with you
On a clear day
Rise and look around you
And you'll see who
You are
On a clear day
How it will astound you
That the glow of your being
Outshines every star
You'll feel part of
Every mountain, sea, and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A world you've never heard before
And on a clear day
On that clear day
You can see forever
And ever
And evermore
You'll feel part of
Every mountain, sea, and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A world you've never heard before
And on a clear day
On that clear day
You can see forever
And ever
And ever
And evermore
“My Eyes”
Any dolt with half a brain
Can see that humankind has gone insane
To the point where I don't know
If I'll upset the status quo
If I throw poison in the water main
Listen close to everybody's heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world's filled with filth and lies
But it's plain to see
Evil, inside of me
Is on the rise
Look around, we're living with the lost and found
Just when you feel you've almost drowned
You find yourself on solid ground
And you believe there's good in everybody's heart
Keep it safe and sound
With hope, you can do your part
To turn a life around
I cannot believe my eyes
Is the world finally growing wise?
'Cause it seems to me
Some kind of harmony
Is on the rise
Anyone with half a brain / Take it slow
Could spend their whole life howling in pain
'Cause the dark is everywhere / He looks at me and seems to know
And Penny doesn't seem to care / The things that I'm afraid to show
And soon the dark in me is all that will remain / And suddenly I feel his glow
Listen close to everybody's heart / And I believe there's good in everybody's heart
And hear that breaking sound / Keep it safe and sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart / With hope, you can do your part
And crashing to the ground / And turn a life around
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world's filled with filth and lies / How the world’s finally growing wise
But it's plain to see / And it's plain to see
Evil inside of me / Rapture inside of me
Is on the rise
“There is a Fine, Fine Line”
There’s a fine, fine line
Between a lover and a friend.
And there’s a fine, fine line
Between reality and pretend.
And you never know ‘til you reach the top
If it was worth the uphill climb.
But there’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
There’s a fine, fine line
Between a fairytale and a lie.
And there’s a fine, fine line
Between “you’re wonderful” and “goodbye.”
I guess if someone doesn’t love you back
It isn’t such a crime,
But there’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.
And I don’t have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don’t think that you even know what you’re looking for.
For my own sanity, I’ve got to close the door
And walk away.
There’s a fine, fine line
Between together and not.
And there’s a fine, fine line
Between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want
While you’re still in your prime…
There’s a fine, fine line between love
And waste of time.
There’s a fine, fine line
Between a lover and a friend.
And there’s a fine, fine line
Between reality and pretend.
And you never know ‘til you reach the top
If it was worth the uphill climb.
But there’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
There’s a fine, fine line
Between a fairytale and a lie.
And there’s a fine, fine line
Between “you’re wonderful” and “goodbye.”
I guess if someone doesn’t love you back
It isn’t such a crime,
But there’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.
And I don’t have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don’t think that you even know what you’re looking for.
For my own sanity, I’ve got to close the door
And walk away.
There’s a fine, fine line
Between together and not.
And there’s a fine, fine line
Between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want
While you’re still in your prime…
There’s a fine, fine line between love
And waste of time.
“Try to Remember”
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember the kind of September
When love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow, follow
“I Love Betsy”
I like taxis,
I like trains,
I like Brooklyn when it rains
But I love Betsy
I like walking after dark,
I like jogs in Prospect Park
But I love Betsy
I like Shake Shack,
I like MOMA,
And New Jersey's ripe aroma
The parade's when I see 'em and even the DMV
And the Brooklyn Bridge by bike
Heck, there's lots of stuff I like
But I love Betsy and she loves me
She likes hockey, no I swear
She likes guys with thinning hair
And I love Betsy
She likes pizza and Chinese
Louboutin's and mac'n'cheese
God, I love Betsy
She likes swimming,
Writing letters
She likes watching double-headers
She drinks bourbon and sake
And even likes Rocky III
I'm amazed and I'm impressed
But the thing that I like best is I love Betsy
And she loves me
Five years
I've been in love with Betsy for five years
I can't believe she stuck with me
What kind of luck have I got?
To keep someone like her around
Ten years
My mom's been dead already for ten years
So since she put that curse on me-
No, there's no curse,
It's not a curse,
Forget I said curse,
The point is its been long enough,
Now it's time to grow up,
Mom's in the ground,
And look what I've found
I like dancing on the pier,
I like Broadway, once a year
But I love Betsy
I like visits to the zoo,
I like opera, that's not true
But I love Betsy
It's been five years and I'm ready,
Get the sparklers and confetti
Give a wink to the waiter
And summon the maître d,
Just like Jay-Z and Beyoncé,
I will make her my fiancé
I love Betsy
I love Betsy
I love Betsy
And Betsy loves me
I'm a schmuck and Betsy loves me
Doesn't matter what I do,
I know it is true
I could never live without her
Betsy loves me
It's amazing,
Betsy loves me
And tonight I'm gonna show her
Just how proud I am to know her
There's no danger,
There's no drama,
There's no curse,
And there's no Mama
Put my problems in the past
I'm a grown-up man at last
I'm the luckiest guy from the Bronx to the islands
So laugh if you wanna,
This whole town is gunna see,
That I love Betsy
Sorry Mama,
I love Betsy
And she loves me
“Left Behind”
You fold his hands and smooth his tie
You gently lift his chin
Were you really so blind
And unkind to him?
Can't help the itch to touch, to kiss
To hold him once again
Now to close his eyes
Never open them
A shadow passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool
It called a home
All things he never did
Are left behind
All the things his mama
Wished he'd bear in mind
And all his dad had hoped he'd know
Oh...
The talks you never had
The Saturdays you never spent
All the grown-up places
You never went
And all of the crying
You wouldn't understand
You just let him cry
Make a man out of him
A shadow passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool
It called a home
All things he ever wished
Are left behind
All the things his mama
Did to make him mind
And how his dad had hoped he'd grow
All things he ever lived
Are left behind
All the fears that ever
Flickered through his mind
All the sadness that
He'd come to own
Oh, oh, oh
A shadow passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool
It called a home
And it whistles through the ghosts
Still left behind
It whistles through the ghosts
Still left behind
It whistles through the ghosts
Still left behind
Oh
“Requiem”
Such a great son and wonderful friend
Oh, don't the tears just pour
I could curl up and hide in my room
There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow
I could give in to all of the gloom
But tell me, tell me what for
Why should I have a heavy heart?
Why should I start to break in pieces?
Why should I go and fall apart for you?
Why
should I play the grieving girl and
lie?
Saying that I miss you
And that my world has gone
dark without your light?
I will sing no requiem
tonight
You were the flood
that swallowed us whole
Refusing a love we endlessly gave you
You were a fire out of control
The blaze that couldn't be tamed
Why should I have a heavy heart?
Why should I say I'll keep you with me?
Why should I go and fall apart for you?
Why
should I play the grieving girl and
lie?
Saying that I miss you
And that my world has gone
dark without your light?
I will sing no requiem
Tonight
'Cause when the villains fall,
the kingdoms never weep
No one lights a candle to remember
No, no one mourns at all
When they lay them down to sleep
So, don't tell me that
I didn't have it right
Don't tell me that it
wasn't black and white
After all you put me through
Don't say it wasn't true
That you were not the monster
That I knew
'Cause I
cannot play the grieving girl and
lie
Saying that I miss you
And that my world has gone dark
I will sing no requiem
I will sing no requiem
tonight
Oh,
oh
HMC is deeply grateful for the generous support that created The Ken Stevens ’61 Founding Class Concert Series.