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Graduate recitals Switzer, Erika Laurie 2000

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GRADUATE RECITALS by ERIKA LAURIE SWITZER B.Mus., U n i v e r s i t y o f B r i t i s h Columbia, 1997 A THESIS SUBMITTED IN PARTIAL FULFILLMENT OF THE REQUIREMENTS FOR THE DEGREE OF MASTER OF MUSIC (PIANO) in THE FACULTY OF GRADUATE STUDIES (School o f Music)  We accept t h i s t h e s i s as conforming t o the r e q u i r e d  standard  THE UNIVERSITY OF BRITISH COLUMBIA April ©  2000  Erika Laurie  Switzer  in presenting  this thesis  in partial fulfilment  of  the  requirements  for  an  advanced  degree at the University of British Columbia, I agree that the Library shall make it freely available for reference and study. copying  I further agree that permission for  of this thesis for scholarly purposes  department  or  by  his  or  her  representatives.  may be granted It  is  by the head of my  understood  that  publication of this thesis for financial gain shall not be allowed without permission.  Department The University of British Columbia Vancouver, Canada  DE-6 (2/88)  extensive  copying  or  my written  Master's Degree Recital  Friday, March 10 , 2000, 8:00 p.m. University of British Columbia Music Building, Recital Hall th  PROGRAMME *  Sonata, Hob. XVI: 34 (1784) Presto . . Adagio Vivace molto  •  -•  Joseph Haydn (1732-1809)  '  Fantasia in C Major, "Wanderer Fantasy" D760 (1822) Franz Schubert Allegro con moco ma non troppo (1797-1828) Adagio Presto _, . Allegro  INTERMISSION  Les jeux d'eau a la Villa d'Este Franz Liszt From Third Year of "Annies depelerinage "(1867-77) (1811-1886) Jeux D'eau (190.1) Maurice Ravel River god laughing as the water tickles him... H. Regnier (1875-1937)  Aufenthalt (1840) Wohin? (1846)* Der Wanderer (1838) Aufdem Wasser zu singen (1838)  ' Schubert-Liszt  Reception to follow in the Lobby.  impartial fulfillment of the requirements for the Master's Degree of Music in  Aufenthalt "Resting Place" from Schwanengesang LudwigRellstab(1827).  Rushing stream, raging forest, unyielding rock - these are my resting place. As wave follows wave, so do the tears flow ever anew As the high tree-tops bend and stir, so does my heart beat ceaselessly. Like the age-old rock in the earth, my pain stays ever the same. Rushing stream, raging forest, "unyielding rock - these are my resting place.  Wohin? "Where to?" from Die Schdne• Muller in, ' Wilhelm Muller (1823)  .  •  I heard a little stream babbling down to the valley from its source among the rocks', so clear and strangely bright. I don't know what .came over me, or who put the idea into my head, but I.too had to head down the valley with my wanderer's staff. Always on anddown, and always following the stream, whichbabbled on, ever more^clear and bright. ' . Is this my way then? Streamlet, tell me, where are we going?' You have quite fuddled my wits with your murmuring. But why am I talking about murmurin That cannot be the murmur of the stream. It is the water-nymphs singing, as they dance in a round down below. ' Let them sing, wanderer; let the brook murmur on, and follow it cheerfully. Mill-wheels turn beside every clear stream. \  Der Wanderer "The Wanderer" GeorgPS vonLubeck(1816) \  •  .  - .  *  Down from the mountains have I come. The valley Steams, the ocean roars. I wander on silent and unhappy, and, sighing, ask myself constantly: Where? . The sun seems so cold to me here, the flower is faded, and life is old; and what men say has an empty ring, I am a strangerceverywhere. Where you are, my beloved land," sought after, dreamed of, yet never known. The land, the land, so green with promise, the land where all my roses bloom. •* Where all my friends together roam, and where my dead friends rise again; the land which speaks in my own tongue, O land, where are you? I wander on silent and unhappy, and, sighing, ask myself constantly: Where? ln.a ghostly whisper comes the answer: 'There, where you are not, there is happiness!'j . • c  A u f dem Wasser zu singen "To be sung on the water" Friedrich L Graf zu Stolberg (1823)  'Mid the glimmer of sparkling waves the swaying boat glides like a swan; ah, the soul glides onward like the boat, on gently gleaming waves of joy. For the sunset glow,* shining down from heaven upon the waves, dances round the boat. The rosy light beckon us above, the treetops of the western wood; beneath the branches of the eastern wood the reeds whisper in the rosy light; in the reddening glow the soul breathes the joy of heavenj the peace of the grove. For.me, alas, time itself vanishes on dewy wings in the cradle of the waves. Tomorrow time will fly onward on glistening wings, as it did yesterday and today, until I myself escape from time's inconstancy on loftier, more glorious wing.  There 'are so many people that have helped me in so many way that I hardly know where to start:  My parents, Laurie and Keith, Switzer,have done countless errands fo And made sure that I was eating. Thank you for the reception that y put. together andfor all your extra time.  To friends here and abroad, the Duncan family, and my brother Ma I want to say thank you for all the well wishes and encouragement th have offered over the last few weeks especially, but also oyer the pas  A special thank you to Robyn "Bob" Driedger-Klassen, Colin Balzer, Tyler "Muffin " Duncan for their beautiful-singing. Working with such great singers has made the last few years sp muc and has saved me from piano boredom on many occassions.  Thanks also to Sandra Stringer for stepping in at the last minute (p.s. Tyler has done a lot more than sing beautifully. Thanks for all that other stuff.)  Karen Lee-Morlang has done so much for me: a beautiful dress, gre programs, and basically making sure I didn't melt down. Thank you K  I have been lucky enough to have two really wonderful teachers thro this degree at UBC: Jane Coop and Rena Sharon. I have now been st at the computer screen for 15 minutes trying to think of the right wo honour all their hard work with, but I'm al a loss. They have believ in me from the beginning and have always been there to give pep talk lessons, and advice. I once tried to thank Rena for everything that sh done for me, and she responded, "You can thank me by practicing So I will. Jane, thank you for showing me what REALLY HARD WORK is. »  Since Urn now crying infrontof the computer, I know it's time to finish this off. I'm honoured that you are all here today. ' • Thank you for making this evening specialfor me:  • -  THE UNIVERSITY OF BRITISH COLUMBIA SCHOOL OF MUSIC Recital Hall Sunday, March 7,1999 8:00 p.m.  MASTER'S CHAMBER RECITAL* ERIKA SWITZER, Piano Canticle II: Abraham and Isaac, Op. 51 (1952) text: Chester Miracle Play  Benjamin Britten (1913-1976)  Colin Balzer, tenor Dana Luccock, mezzo-soprano Trio in a minor, Op. 114 (1891) I. II. IH. IV.  Johannes Brahms (1833-1897)  Allegro Adagio Andantino grazioso Allegro Martina Smazal, viola Alasdair Money, cello  - INTERMISSION  Sonata for Violin and Piano (1923-27) I. Allegretto II. Blues IH. Perpetuum mobile  Maurice Ravel (1875-1937)  Alycia Au, violin Song of Black Max [as told by the de Kooning Boys] Waitin Amor George from Twelve Cabaret Songs (1977-83) text: Arnold Weinstein  William Bolcom (b. 1938)  Tyler Duncan, baritone  *  In partial fulfillment of the requirements for the Master of Music degree with a major in Piano.  Reception to follow . . . thanks Mom for all the food!  TEXT CANTICLE II: God  Abraham and Isaac  speaketh Abrhahaml My servant Abraham, Take Isaac, thy son by name, That thou lovest the best of all, And in sacrifice offer him to me Upon that hill there besides thee Abraham, I will tat so it be, For aught that may befall. Abraham riseth and saith: My Lord, to Thee is mine intent Ever to be obiedient. That son that Thou to me hast sent Offer I will to Thee Thy bidding done shall be. Here Abraham, turning to his son Isaac, saith: Make thee ready, my dear darling, For we must do a little thing. Here Isaac speaketh to his father, and taketh a bundle of sticks and beareth after his father. Father, I am all ready This woode do on thy back it bring, We may no longer abide. Father I am all ready. A sword and fire that I will take, For sacrifice behoves me to make; God's bidding will I not forsake, But ever obedient be. Father, I am all ready To do your bidding mostmeekely, And to bear this wood full bayn am I, As you commanded me. Here they go both to the place to do sacrifice Now Isaac son, go we our way My dear father I will essay, I will essay To yonder mount if that we may. To follow, follow you full fain. Abraham being minded to slay his son Isaac, Lifts up his hands, and saith the following: O! My heart will break in three, To hear thy words I have pitye; A s Thou wilt, Lord, so must it be, To Thee I will be bayn. Lay down thy faggot, my own son dear. All ready father, lo, it is here! But why make you such heavy cheer? Are you anything adread? Ah! Dear God! That me is woe! Father if it be your will, Where is the beast that we shall kill? Therof, son, is none upon this hill. Father, I am full sore affeared To see you bear that drawne sword.  Isaac, son, peace, I pray thee, Thou breakest my heart even in three. I pray you, father, layn nothing form me, But tell me what you think. Ah! Isaac, Isaac, I must thee kill! Alas! Father, is that your will, Your owne child for to spill Upon this Hilles brink? If I have trespased in any degree, With a yard you may beat me; Put up your sword, if your will be, For I am but a child, for I am but a child. O Isaac, son, to thee I say Would God my mother were here with me! God hath commanded me today She would kneel down upon her knee, Sacrifice, this is no nay, Praying you, father, if it may be, To make of thy bodye, to make of thy bodye, For to save my life, for to save my life, This is no nay. To save my life. Is it God's will I shall be slain? Yea, son, it is not for to layn. Here Isaac asketh his father's blessing on his knees, and saith: Father, seeing you muste needs do so, Let it pass lightly and overgo; Kneeling on my knees two, Your blessing on me spread. My blessing, dear son, give I thee And thy mother's with heart free; The blessing of the Trinity, My dear son, oh thee light. Hence Isaac riseth and cometh to his father, and he taketh him, and bindeth and layeth him on the altar to sacrifice him, and saith: Father, do with me as you will, I must obey, and that is skill, Godes commandment to fulfil, For needs so it must be. Isaac, Isaac, blessed must thou be. Father, greet well my brethrenying, And pray my mother of her blessing, I come no more, no more under her wing, Farewell forever and aye. Farewell, farewell, my sweete son of grace! Here Abraham doth kiss his son Isaac, and binds a kerchief about his head. I pray you, father, turn down my face, For I am sore adread. Lord, full loth were I him to kill! Ah, mercy, father, why tarry you so? Jesu! On me have pity, That I have most in mind. Now, father, I see that I shall die: Almighty God in majesty! My soul I offer unto thee!  To do this deed I am sorrye...  Here let Abraham make a sign as though he would cut off his son Isaac's head with his sword; then God speaketh. Abraham! my servant dear, Abraham! Lay not thy sword in no manner On Isaac, thy dear darling. For thou dreadest me, well wot I, That of thy son has no mercy, To fulfil my bidding.  Abraham riseth and saith:  Ah, Lord of Heav'n and King of bliss, Thy bidding shal b e done, iwiss! A horned wether here I see, Among the briars tied is he, To thee offered shall he be Anon right in this place.  Then let Abraham take the lamb and kill him. Envoi  Sacrifice here sent me is, A n d all, Lord, through Thy grace. S u c h obedience grant us, O Lord! Ever to thy most holy word. That in the same we may accord A s this Abraham was bayn; A n d then altogether shall we That worthy king in Heaven see, A n d dwell with him in great glorye For ever and ever, Amen.  

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