Student Recital
William Hodges, piano; Gabriel Klinger, bass/baritone; Aech Loar, bass; Julia Manese, soprano; Devon Overbey, baritone; Kishore Rajesh, tenor; Rohan Subramanian, piano; Chengyi Tang, piano; Kevin Wan, piano
accompanied by
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Tuesday, December 5, 2023, 7 p.m.
Drinkward Recital Hall
Also livestreamed
https://hmc.mediasite.com/mediasite/Play/9dc37716b3fd4e3680b32a136669d6491dPROGRAM
Vittoria, mio core!
Giacomo Carissimi
(1605-1674)
(1605-1674)
42nd Street
Harry Warren
(1893-1981)
(1893-1981)
Devon Overbey (HMC ’24), baritone
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Chaconne in D minor
Johann Sebastian Bach
(1685-1750)
arr. Johann Brahms
(1833-1894)
(1685-1750)
arr. Johann Brahms
(1833-1894)
Rohan Subramanian (HMC ’25), piano
Sonata in A minor, KV 310
II. Andante
II. Andante
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
(1756-1791)
(1756-1791)
Kevin Wan (HMC ’24), piano
Children’s Corner, L. 113: I. Doctor Gradus ad Parnassum
Claude Debussy
(1862-1918)
(1862-1918)
William Hodges (HMC ’26), piano
Sonata No. 3 in A minor, Op. 28
Sergei Prokofiev
(1891-1953)
(1891-1953)
Chengyi Tang (HMC ‘27), piano
from Fiddler on the Roof
“Sunrise, Sunset”
“Sunrise, Sunset”
Jerry Bock
(1928-2010)
(1928-2010)
from Pirates of Penzance
“Oh Better Far to Live and Die”
“Oh Better Far to Live and Die”
Arthur Sullivan
(1812-1900)
(1812-1900)
Gabriel Klinger (HMC ’25), bass/baritone
Kyungmi Kim, pianoCome Ready and See Me
Richard Hundley
(1931-2018)
(1931-2018)
Julia Manese (HMC ’26), soprano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
from The Pajama Game
“Hey There”
“Hey There”
Richard Adler
(1931-2019)
Jerry Ross
(1926-1955)
(1931-2019)
Jerry Ross
(1926-1955)
Kishore Rajesh (HMC ’25), tenor
Kyungmi Kim, piano
Kyungmi Kim, piano
from Mack and Mabel
“I Won’t Send Roses”
“I Won’t Send Roses”
Jerry Herman
(1931-2019)
(1931-2019)
Aech Loar (HMC ’24), bass
Kyungmi Kim, piano
LYRICS AND TRANSLATIONS
Vittoria, mio core!
Victory, victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The vile servitude.
Victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The servitude.
Already the wicked one to your detriment
Among crowds of glances,
With lying manners
He arranged the deceptions;
The frauds, the worries
They no longer have a place,
Of his raw fire
The ardor is extinguished!
Victory, victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The vile servitude.
victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The servitude.
From laughing lights
No more arrow comes out,
What a deadly plague
You rush into my chest:
In pain, in torment
I don't let myself off anymore
Every bond is broken,
The fear is gone!
Victory, victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The vile servitude.
She is melted with Love
The servitude.
42nd Street
In the heart of little old New York,
You’ll find a thorough fair.
It’s the part of little old New York,
That runs into Times Square.
A crazy quilt that,
Wall Street Jack built,
If you’ve got a little time to spare,
I want to take you there.
Come and meet,
Those dancing feet,
On the Avenue I’m taking you to,
Forty-second street.
Hear the beat,
Of dancing feet,
It’s the song I love the melody of,
Forty second street.
Little nifties,
From the ‘50s,
Innocent and sweet;
Sexy ladies,
From the ‘80s,
Who are indiscreet.
They’re side by side,
They’re glorified,
Where the underworld can meet the elite,
Forty second street.
Come and meet,
Those dancing feet,
On the Avenue I’m taking you to,
Forty-second street.
Hear the beat,
Of dancing feet,
It’s the song I love the melody of,
Forty second street.
Little nifties,
From the ‘50s,
Innocent and sweet;
Sexy ladies,
From the ‘80s,
Who are indiscreet.
They’re side by side,
They’re glorified,
Where the underworld can meet the elite,
Naughty, bawdy, gawdy, sporty,
Forty second street.
“Sunrise, Sunset”
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.
Now is the little boy a bridegroom?
Now is the little girl a bride?
Under the canopy I see them side by side.
Place the gold ring around her finger;
Share the sweet wine and break the glass.
Soon the full circle will have come to pass.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.
Victory, victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The vile servitude.
Victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The servitude.
Already the wicked one to your detriment
Among crowds of glances,
With lying manners
He arranged the deceptions;
The frauds, the worries
They no longer have a place,
Of his raw fire
The ardor is extinguished!
Victory, victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The vile servitude.
victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The servitude.
From laughing lights
No more arrow comes out,
What a deadly plague
You rush into my chest:
In pain, in torment
I don't let myself off anymore
Every bond is broken,
The fear is gone!
Victory, victory, victory, my heart!
Don't cry anymore,
Don't cry anymore,
She is melted with Love
The vile servitude.
She is melted with Love
The servitude.
42nd Street
In the heart of little old New York,
You’ll find a thorough fair.
It’s the part of little old New York,
That runs into Times Square.
A crazy quilt that,
Wall Street Jack built,
If you’ve got a little time to spare,
I want to take you there.
Come and meet,
Those dancing feet,
On the Avenue I’m taking you to,
Forty-second street.
Hear the beat,
Of dancing feet,
It’s the song I love the melody of,
Forty second street.
Little nifties,
From the ‘50s,
Innocent and sweet;
Sexy ladies,
From the ‘80s,
Who are indiscreet.
They’re side by side,
They’re glorified,
Where the underworld can meet the elite,
Forty second street.
Come and meet,
Those dancing feet,
On the Avenue I’m taking you to,
Forty-second street.
Hear the beat,
Of dancing feet,
It’s the song I love the melody of,
Forty second street.
Little nifties,
From the ‘50s,
Innocent and sweet;
Sexy ladies,
From the ‘80s,
Who are indiscreet.
They’re side by side,
They’re glorified,
Where the underworld can meet the elite,
Naughty, bawdy, gawdy, sporty,
Forty second street.
“Sunrise, Sunset”
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.
Now is the little boy a bridegroom?
Now is the little girl a bride?
Under the canopy I see them side by side.
Place the gold ring around her finger;
Share the sweet wine and break the glass.
Soon the full circle will have come to pass.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.
“Oh Better Far to Live and Die”
Oh, better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly,
Than play a sanctimonious part,
With a pirate head and a pirate heart
Away to the cheating world go you,
Where pirates all are well to do,
But I'll be true to the song I sing,
And live and die a Pirate King!
For I am a Pirate King!
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King
I am a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
You are! Hurrah for the Pirate King!
[PIRATE KING]
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King
He is! Hurrah for the pirate king
And it is, it is, a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King
It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King!
[PIRATE KING]
When I sally forth to seek my prey
I help myself in a royal way;
I sink a few more ships, it's true,
Than a well-bred monarch ought to do!
But many a king on a first-class throne,
If he wants to call his crown his own,
Must manage somehow to get through
More dirty work than ever I do.
For I am a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES & PIRATE KING]
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King.
[PIRATE KING]
I am a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
You are! Hurrah for the Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES & PIRATE KING]
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King
[CHORUS OF PIRATES & PIRATE KING]
Hurrah for the Pirate King!
Come Ready and See Me
Come ready and see me no matter how late
Come before the years run out.
I’m waiting with a candle
No wind will blow out,
But you must haste on foot or by sky
For no one can wait forever
Under the bluest sky
I can’t wait forever,
For the years are running out.
“Hey There”
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made a fool of you
You used to be too wise
Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud
Though she won't throw a crumb to you
You think some day she'll come to you
Better forget her
Her with her nose in the air
She has dancing on a string
Break it and she won't care
Won't you take this advice
I hand you like a brother
Or are you not seeing things too clear
Are you too much in love to hear
Is it all going in one ear
And out the other
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made a fool of you
You used to be too wise
Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud
Though she won't throw a crumb to you
You think some day she'll come to you
Better forget her
Her with her nose in the air
She has dancing on a string
Break it and she won't care
Won't you take this advice
I hand you like a brother
Or are you not seeing things too clear
Are you too much in love to hear
Is it all going in one ear
And out the other
Oh, better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly,
Than play a sanctimonious part,
With a pirate head and a pirate heart
Away to the cheating world go you,
Where pirates all are well to do,
But I'll be true to the song I sing,
And live and die a Pirate King!
For I am a Pirate King!
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King
I am a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
You are! Hurrah for the Pirate King!
[PIRATE KING]
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King
[CHORUS OF PIRATES & PIRATE KING]
Hurrah for the Pirate King![CHORUS OF PIRATES]
He is a Pirate KingHe is! Hurrah for the pirate king
And it is, it is, a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King
It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King!
[PIRATE KING]
When I sally forth to seek my prey
I help myself in a royal way;
I sink a few more ships, it's true,
Than a well-bred monarch ought to do!
But many a king on a first-class throne,
If he wants to call his crown his own,
Must manage somehow to get through
More dirty work than ever I do.
For I am a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES & PIRATE KING]
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King.
[PIRATE KING]
I am a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
You are! Hurrah for the Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES & PIRATE KING]
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King!
[CHORUS OF PIRATES]
It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King
[CHORUS OF PIRATES & PIRATE KING]
Hurrah for the Pirate King!
Come Ready and See Me
Come ready and see me no matter how late
Come before the years run out.
I’m waiting with a candle
No wind will blow out,
But you must haste on foot or by sky
For no one can wait forever
Under the bluest sky
I can’t wait forever,
For the years are running out.
“Hey There”
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made a fool of you
You used to be too wise
Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud
Though she won't throw a crumb to you
You think some day she'll come to you
Better forget her
Her with her nose in the air
She has dancing on a string
Break it and she won't care
Won't you take this advice
I hand you like a brother
Or are you not seeing things too clear
Are you too much in love to hear
Is it all going in one ear
And out the other
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes
Love never made a fool of you
You used to be too wise
Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud
Though she won't throw a crumb to you
You think some day she'll come to you
Better forget her
Her with her nose in the air
She has dancing on a string
Break it and she won't care
Won't you take this advice
I hand you like a brother
Or are you not seeing things too clear
Are you too much in love to hear
Is it all going in one ear
And out the other
“I Won’t Send Roses”
I won’t send roses
Or hold the door;
I won’t remember
Which dress you wore.
My heart is too much in control,
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you gray, kid,
So stay away, kid.
Forget my shoulder
When you’re in need.
Forgetting birthdays
Is guaranteed.
And should I love you, you would be
The last to know.
I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so.
My pace is frantic,
My temper’s cross;
With words romantic
I’m at a loss.
I’d be the first one to agree
That I’m preoccupied with me
And it’s inbred, kid,
So keep your head, kid.
In me you’ll find things
Like guts and nerve,
But not the kind things
That you deserve.
And so while there’s a fighting chance
Just turn and go.
I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so.
I won’t send roses
Or hold the door;
I won’t remember
Which dress you wore.
My heart is too much in control,
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you gray, kid,
So stay away, kid.
Forget my shoulder
When you’re in need.
Forgetting birthdays
Is guaranteed.
And should I love you, you would be
The last to know.
I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so.
My pace is frantic,
My temper’s cross;
With words romantic
I’m at a loss.
I’d be the first one to agree
That I’m preoccupied with me
And it’s inbred, kid,
So keep your head, kid.
In me you’ll find things
Like guts and nerve,
But not the kind things
That you deserve.
And so while there’s a fighting chance
Just turn and go.
I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so.
HMC is deeply grateful for the generous support that created The Ken Stevens ’61 Founding Class Concert Series.