Nancy Buck and Friends
Faculty Artist Recital Series
Katzin Concert Hall I September 20, 201512:30 P.M.

Program
Maurice Durufle
(1902-1986)

Prelude, Recitative and Variations, Op. 3 (1928)
Magda Schwerzmann, flute
Russell Ryan, piano

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Georg Abraham Schneider
(1770-1839)

Solo for Viola, Op. 19
Adagio-Allegro

Bohuslav Martinu
(1890-1959)

Viola Sonata, H. 355 (1955)
I. Poco andante
II. Allegro non troppo
Russell Ryan, piano

INTERMISSION

Two Rhapsodies (1901)
I. L 'Etang (The Pond)
II. La Corne muse (The Bagpipe)

Charles Martin Loeftler
(1861-1935)

Martin Schuring, oboe
Russell Ryan, piano
Pieces, Op. 83 (1910)
Rumanische Melodie: Andante
Nachtgesang: Andante con moto
Andante con moto
Allegro agitato

Max Bruch
(1838-1920)

Christopher Creviston, saxophone
Russell Ryan, piano

A511' Herberger Institute
FOR DESIGN AND THE ARTS

ARIZONA

STATE

UNIVERSITY

School of Music

Two Rhapsodies for oboe, viola and piano by Charles Martin Loeffler
are based on poems by Maurice Rollinat (1842-1888)

LEtang
Plein de tres vieux poissons frappes de cecite,
L' etang, sous un ciel bas roulant de sourds tonnerres,
Etale entre ses joncs plusieurs fois centenaires
La clapotante horreur de son opacite.

The Pond
Full of very old fish, blind-stricken long ago,
The pond, under a near sky rumbling dull thunder,
bares between centuries-old rushes
The splashing horror of its gloom.

La-bas, des farfadets servent de luminaires
A plus d'un marais noir, sinistre et redoute;
Mais lui ne se revele en ce lieu deserte
Que par ses bruits affreux de crapauds poitrinaires.

There, goblins light up more than one marsh
that is black, sinister and unbearable;
But the pond is revealed in this deserted place
By the terrible noise of consumptive toads.

Or, la lune qui point tout juste en ce moment,
Semble s 'y regarder si fantastiquement,
Que l' on dirait, avoir sa spectrale figure,

But the moon that is piercing just now,
seems to look so fantastically,
Whether one looks to see its spectral figure,

Son nez plat et la vague etrange de ses dents,
Une tete de mort eclairee en dedans
Qui viendrait se mirer dans une glace obscure.

its flat nose and strange wave of its teeth,
an enlightened skull inside
which would come to peer into a dull mirror.

La Cornemuse

The Bagpipe

Sa cornemuse dans les bois
Geignait comme le vent qui brame
Et jamais le cerf aux abois,
Jamais le saule ni la rame,
N' ont pleure comme cette voix.

His bagpipe in the woods
groaned as the wind that belleth;
and never the stag with the barks,
never the willow or the oar,
wept as that voice wept.

Ces sons de flute et de hautbois
Semblaient rales par une femme.
Oh! pres du carrefour des croix,
Sa cornemuse!

These sounds of flute and oboe
Seemed like the death-rattle of a woman.
Oh! Close to the intersection of the crosses,
His bagpipe!

Il est mort. Mais sous les cieux froids,
Aussitot que la nuit se trime,
Toujours, tout au fond demon ame,
La, dans le coin des vieux effrois,
J' entends gemir, comme autrefois,
Sa cornemuse.

He died. But under the cold skies,
As soon as night is woven,
Always, all at the bottom of my heart,
There, in the corner of old fears,
I hear groaning, like formerly,
His bagpipe.