Student Recital



Michael Colen, piano; Zoe He, piano; Jenna Luo, piano; Mikayla Mann, soprano; Josie Nelson, soprano; Kishore Rajesh, baritone; Aleister Steadman, piano; Devon Tao, alto


accompanied by 
Kyungmi Kim, piano



Tuesday, December 3, 2024, 7 p.m.
Drinkward Recital Hall


Also Livestreamed

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PROGRAM



Sonata in E Major, K. 380
Domenico Scarlatti
(1685-1757)

Zoe He (HMC ’27), piano


Fantasie in D minor, K. 397 
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
(1756-1791)

Aleister Steadman (HMC ’28), piano


Grande Valse Brillante, Op. 18
Frédéric Chopin
(1810-1849)

Michael Colen (HMC ’28), piano


Rhapsody, Op. 79, No. 1
Johannes Brahms
(1833-1897)

Jenna Luo (HMC ’26), piano


from Camelot
       “The Lusty Month of May”
Alan Jay Lerner
(1918-1986)
Frederick Loewe
(1901-1988)

Mikayla Mann (HMC ’25), soprano
Kyungmi Kim, piano


from Kristin Chenoweth – Let Yourself Go
       “The Girl in 14G”
Jeanine Tesori
(b. 1961)
Lyrics by Dick Scanlan
(b.1960)

Josie Nelson (HMC ’25), soprano
Kyungmi Kim, piano


from Hamilton
       “You’ll Be Back”
Lin-Manuel Miranda
(b. 1980)

Kishore Rajesh (HMC ’25), baritone
Kyungmi Kim, piano


from Into the Woods
       “Moments in the Woods”
Stephen Sondheim
(1930-2021)

from Cry-Baby
       “Screw Loose”
Adam Schlesinger
(1967-2020)
Lyrics by David Javerbaum
(b. 1971)

Devon Tao (HMC ’25), alto
Kyungmi Kim, piano



Song Texts and Translations



The Lusty Month of May

Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May
That lovely month when everyone
            goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
It's May, it's May, that gorgeous holiday
When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes
Everyone breaks
Everyone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May

Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating everywhere?
Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit

Tra la la la la, that dear forbidden fruit, tra la la la la
Tra la la la la, tra la, tra la, tra la la la la la la la la la

It's May, the lusty month of May
That darling month when everyone
            throws self-control away
It's time to do a wretched thing or two
And try to make each precious day,
            one you'll always rue
It's May, it's May, the month of yes you may
The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-
It's wild, it's gay, a blot in every way
The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past
Gaze at the human race aghast
The lusty month of May!


“The Girl in 14G”

Just moved in to Fourteen "G,"
So cozy, calm, and peaceful.
Heaven for a mouse like me
With quiet by the lease-full.
Pets are banned, parties too,
And no solicitations.
Window seat with garden view.
A perfect nook to read a book.
I'm lost in my Jane Austen when I hear...
Say it isn't so.
Not the flat below.
From an opera wanna be
In Thirteen "G,"
A matinee of some cantata,
Wagner's Ring
And Traviata.
My first night in Fourteen "G."
I'll put up with Puccini.

Brew myself a cup of tea.
Crochet until she's fini.
Half past eight,
Not a peep
Except the clock tick tockin'.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
A comfy bed to rest my head.
A stretch, a yawn; I'm almost gone, then...
Now the girl upstairs
Wakes me unawares.
Blowing down from Fifteen "G"
Her reveille.
She's scattin like her name is Ella.
Guess who answers a cappella.
I'm not one to
Raise my voice,

Make a fuss
Or speak my mind,
But might I query...
Would you mind if...
Could you kindly...
Stop!
That felt good
Stop!
Thirteen, Fifteen, Fourteen "G."
A most unlikely trio.
No quite three part harmony
All day, all night we're singin'

Stop!

Had my fill of peace and quiet.
Shout out loud.

I've changed my diet,
All because of
Fourteen "G!"
You’ll Be Back

You say
The price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay
You cry
In your tea, which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by
Why so sad?
Remember, we made an arrangement when you went away
Now, you're making me mad
Remember, despite our estrangement, I'm your man
You'll be back, soon, you'll see
You'll remember you belong to me
You'll be back, time will tell
You'll remember that I served you well
Oceans rise, empires fall
We have seen each other through it all
And when push comes to shove
I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!
Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da
Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya-da
Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da
Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya
You say our love is draining, and you can't go on
You'll be the one complainin' when I am gone
And no, don't change the subject
'Cause you're my favorite subject
My sweet, submissive subject
My loyal, royal subject
Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
You'll be back like before
I will fight the fight and win the war
For your love, for your praise
And I'll love you 'til my dying days
When you're gone, I'll go mad
So don't throw away this thing we had
'Cause when push comes to shove
I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love
Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da
Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya-da
Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da
Da-da, dat- everybody!
Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da
Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya-da
Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da
Da-da-da, dat, da-ya-da-ah


“Moments in the Woods”

Was that me? Was that him?
Did a prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong? Am I mad? Is that all? Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly getting bored with me?
Wake up! Stop dreaming
Stop prancing about the woods
It's not beseeming
What is it about the woods?
Back to life, back to sense, back to child, back to husband
No one lives in the woods
There are vows, there are ties, there are needs, there are standards
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds
Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever
Have a child for warmth and a baker for bread and a prince for whatever
Never!
It's these woods
Face the facts, find the boy, join the group, stop the giant, just get out of these woods
Was that him? Yes, it was
Was that me? No, it wasn't
Just a trick of the woods
Just a moment
One peculiar passing moment
Must it all be either less or more? Either plain or grand?
Is it always "or?" Is it never "and?"
That's what woods are for
For those moments in the woods
Oh, if life were made of moments
Even now and then a bad one!
But if life were only moments
Then you'd never know you had one
First a witch, then a child, then a prince, then a moment
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish only just for a moment
These are dangerous woods
Let the moment go
Don't forget it for a moment, though
Just remembering you've had an "and" when you're back to "or"
Makes the "or" mean more than it did before
Now I understand
And it's time to leave the woods


“Screw Loose”

Screw loose
That's what they say I've got
Or maybe they think I'm not playing with a full deck
But, hey, what the heck can I do?
Baby, I've got a screw loose for you
Bonkers
That's what they're calling me
Not metaphorically, they mean truly insane
But they can't hear the voice in my brain
Giving orders to keep loving you
Eccentric, erratic
Toys in the bellfree
Bats in the attic
But I just don't see the harm in carving your name in my arm
Darling
It's so hard to be 16 and schizo
But I know it's worth the cost
I've made up my mind which I've lost
Screw loose
Clinically certified
A panel of doctors tried Tt lock me away
But until that day when they finally do
I'll be here if you need a loose screw



HMC is deeply grateful for the generous support that created The Ken Stevens ’61 Founding Class Concert Series.


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