Choral SATB choir SKU: CF.CM9700 Composed by Hungarian Folk. Arranged by ...(+)
Choral SATB choir
SKU:
CF.CM9700
Composed by
Hungarian Folk. Arranged
by Stacy Garrop. 20
pages. Duration 4:44.
Carl Fischer Music
#CM9700. Published by
Carl Fischer Music
(CF.CM9700).
ISBN
9781491160008. UPC:
680160918607. Key: A
minor. Hungarian.
Hungarian Folk.
In
2014, Chanticleer
commissioned me to make a
new arrangement of the
Hungarian-Romani folk
song Jarba, Mare Jarba
for their 2014 touring
program. Passed down
orally through the Romani
communities, this
beautiful folk song, with
text in a language called
Beas (beh-osh), speaks of
a deep longing to visit
one's homeland, a place
where the singer can
never return. Chanticleer
consists of twelve men
whose vocal ranges span
from low bass to high
soprano, equivalent to
the range of a mixed
choir of women and men. I
composed slow sections of
original material to
represent the singers'
longing to return home;
these are interspersed
with the folk song's
traditional fast
sections. The
incorporated shouts and
calls in the score are
typically found in the
performance of Central
European folk songs. I
hope you enjoy singing
this new version of
Jarba, Mare Jarba that
contains all of the vigor
and excitement of the
Chanticleer version.
PERFORMANCE NOTES All
spoken sounds (indicated
by x noteheads) should be
performed by individuals.
Feel free to elaborate
with more sounds of your
own in the tradition of
Eastern European folk
music. If the piece is
memorized, feel free to
experiment with clapping
on the off-beats of m. 93
to the end. TEXT
Transliteration Jarba,
mare jarba mas duce a
casa, da nu pot ca am
jurat, Jarba, mare jarba
mas duce a casa, da nu
pot ca am jurat. Mare
jarba, verde jarba nu me
pot duce a casa. Jarba,
mare jarba mas duce a
casa, da nu pot ca am
jurat. O mers mama de pe
sat, O lasat coliba
goala, Infrunzitu,
ingurzitu da plina de
saracie, da plina de
saracie. Mare jarba,
verde jarba nu me pot
duce a casa. Jarba, mare
jarba mas duce a casa, da
nu pot ca am jurat.
Translation Green grass,
tall grass, I would like
to go home, but I cannot,
because I have sworn not
to. Tall grass, green
grass - oh, that I cannot
go home! My mother has
left the village; she
left the hut empty,
Adorned with leaves but
full of poverty. Tall
grass, green grass - oh,
that I cannot go home!
Tall grass, green grass -
I would like to go home.
but I cannot, because I
have sworn not to. Stacy
Garrop's music is
centered on dramatic and
lyrical storytelling. The
sharing of stories is a
defining element of our
humanity; we strive to
share with others the
experiences and concepts
that we find compelling.
She shares stories by
taking audiences on sonic
journeys - some simple
and beautiful, while
others are complicated
and dark - depending on
the needs and dramatic
shape of the story.
Garrop served as the
first Emerging Opera
Composer of Chicago Opera
Theater's Vanguard
Program. She also held a
3-year
composer-in-residence
position with the
Champaign-Urbana Symphony
Orchestra, funded by New
Music USA and the League
of American Orchestras.
She has received numerous
awards and grants
including an Arts and
Letters Award in Music
from the American Academy
of Arts and Letters,
Fromm Music Foundation
Grant, Barlow Prize, and
three Barlow Endowment
commissions, along with
prizes from competitions
sponsored by the Detroit
Symphony Orchestra, Civic
Orchestra of Chicago,
Omaha Symphony, New
England Philharmonic,
Boston Choral Ensemble,
Utah Arts Festival, and
Pittsburgh New Music
Ensemble. She is a
Cedille Records artist;
her works are
commercially available on
more than ten additional
labels. Her catalog
covers a wide range, with
works for orchestra,
opera, oratorio, wind
ensemble, choir, art
song, various sized
chamber ensembles, and
works for solo
instruments. Notable
commissions include My
Dearest Ruth for soprano
and piano with text by
Martin Ginsburg, the
husband of the late
Supreme Court Justice
Ruth Bader Ginsburg, The
Transformation of Jane
Doe for Chicago Opera
Theater, The Battle for
the Ballot for the
Cabrillo Festival
Orchestra, Goddess
Triptych for the St.
Louis Symphony Orchestra,
Glorious Mahalia for the
Kronos Quartet, Give Me
Hunger for Chanticleer,
Rites for the Afterlife
for the Akropolis and
Calefax Reed Quintets,
and Terra Nostra: an
oratorio about our
planet, commissioned by
the San Francisco Choral
Society and Piedmont East
Bay Children's Chorus.
Garrop previously served
as composer-in-residence
with the Albany Symphony
and Skaneateles Festival,
and as well as on faculty
of the Fresh Inc Festival
(2012-2017). She taught
composition and
orchestration full-time
at Roosevelt University
2000-2016) before leaving
to launch her freelance
career. She earned
degrees in music
composition at the
University of
Michigan-Ann Arbor
(B.M.), University of
Chicago (M.A.), and
Indiana
University-Bloomington
(D.M.). In 2014,
Chanticleer commissioned
me to make a new
arrangement of the
Hungarian-Romani folk
song Jarba, Mare Jarba
for their 2014 touring
program. Passed down
orally through the Romani
communities, this
beautiful folk song, with
text in a language called
Beas (beh-osh), speaks of
a deep longing to visit
one’s homeland, a
place where the singer
can never return.
Chanticleer consists of
twelve men whose vocal
ranges span from low bass
to high soprano,
equivalent to the range
of a mixed choir of women
and men. I composed slow
sections of original
material to represent the
singers’ longing
to return home; these are
interspersed with the
folk song’s
traditional fast
sections. The
incorporated shouts and
calls in the score are
typically found in the
performance of Central
European folk songs. I
hope you enjoy singing
this new version of
Jarba, Mare Jarba that
contains all of the vigor
and excitement of the
Chanticleer
version.PERFORMANCE
NOTESAll spoken sounds
(indicated by x
noteheads) should be
performed by individuals.
Feel free to elaborate
with more sounds of your
own in the tradition of
Eastern European folk
music.If the piece is
memorized, feel free to
experiment with clapping
on the off-beats of m. 93
to the
end.TEXTTransliterationJa
rba, mare jarba mas duce
a casa, da nu pot ca am
jurat, Jarba, mare jarba
mas duce a casa, da nu
pot ca am jurat. Mare
jarba, verde jarba nu me
pot duce a casa.Jarba,
mare jarba mas duce a
casa, da nu pot ca am
jurat.O mers mama de pe
sat, O lasat coliba
goala,Infrunzitu,
ingurzitu da plina de
saracie, da plina de
saracie. Mare jarba,
verde jarba nu me pot
duce a casa.Jarba, mare
jarba mas duce a casa, da
nu pot ca am
jurat.TranslationGreen
grass, tall grass, I
would like to go home,
but I cannot, because I
have sworn not to.Tall
grass, green grass
– oh, that I
cannot go home!My mother
has left the village; she
left the hut empty,
Adorned with leaves but
full of poverty.Tall
grass, green grass
– oh, that I
cannot go home! Tall
grass, green grass
– I would like to
go home.but I cannot,
because I have sworn not
to.Stacy Garrop’s
music is centered on
dramatic and lyrical
storytelling. The sharing
of stories is a defining
element of our humanity;
we strive to share with
others the experiences
and concepts that we find
compelling. She shares
stories by taking
audiences on sonic
journeys – some
simple and beautiful,
while others are
complicated and dark
– depending on the
needs and dramatic shape
of the story.Garrop
served as the first
Emerging Opera Composer
of Chicago Opera
Theater’s Vanguard
Program. She also held a
3-year
composer-in-residence
position with the
Champaign-Urbana Symphony
Orchestra, funded by New
Music USA and the League
of American Orchestras.
She has received
numerous awards and
grants including an
Arts and Letters Award in
Music from the American
Academy of Arts and
Letters, Fromm Music
Foundation Grant, Barlow
Prize, and three Barlow
Endowment commissions,
along with prizes from
competitions sponsored by
the Detroit Symphony
Orchestra, Civic
Orchestra of Chicago,
Omaha Symphony, New
England Philharmonic,
Boston Choral Ensemble,
Utah Arts Festival, and
Pittsburgh New Music
Ensemble. She is a
Cedille Records artist;
her works are
commercially available on
more than ten additional
labels.Her catalog covers
a wide range, with works
for orchestra, opera,
oratorio, wind ensemble,
choir, art song, various
sized chamber ensembles,
and works for solo
instruments. Notable
commissions include My
Dearest Ruth for
soprano and piano with
text by Martin Ginsburg,
the husband of the late
Supreme Court Justice
Ruth Bader
Ginsburg, The
Transformation of Jane
Doe for Chicago Opera
Theater, The Battle for
the Ballot for the
Cabrillo Festival
Orchestra, Goddess
Triptych for the St.
Louis Symphony Orchestra,
Glorious Mahalia for
the Kronos Quartet, Give
Me Hunger for
Chanticleer, Rites for
the Afterlife for the
Akropolis and Calefax
Reed Quintets,
and Terra
Nostra:Â an oratorio
about our planet,
commissioned by the San
Francisco Choral Society
and Piedmont East Bay
Children’s
Chorus.Garrop previously
served as
composer-in-residence
with the Albany Symphony
and Skaneateles Festival,
and as well as on faculty
of the Fresh Inc Festival
(2012-2017). She taught
composition and
orchestration full-time
at Roosevelt University
2000-2016) before leaving
to launch her freelance
career. She earned
degrees in music
composition at the
University of
Michigan-Ann Arbor
(B.M.), University of
Chicago (M.A.), and
Indiana
University-Bloomington
(D.M.).ÂÂ.
(A sacred oratorio). By George Frideric Handel (1685-1759). Edited by Watkins Sh...(+)
(A sacred oratorio). By
George Frideric Handel
(1685-1759). Edited by
Watkins Shaw. For soprano
solo voice, alto solo
voice, tenor solo voice,
bass solo voice, SATB
choir and piano
accompaniment. Novello
Handel Edition. Baroque,
Choral, Christmas and
Easter. Difficulty:
medium. Vocal score
(paperback). Choral
notation and piano
reduction. 257 pages.
Published by Novello and
Co Ltd
Orchestra SKU: PR.416415760 For Really Big Orchestra. Composed by ...(+)
Orchestra
SKU:
PR.416415760
For
Really Big Orchestra.
Composed by PDQ Bach.
Edited by Prof. Peter
Schickele. Study Score.
With Standard notation.
Duration 11 minutes.
Theodore Presser Company
#416-41576. Published by
Theodore Presser Company
(PR.416415760).
UPC:
680160636532. 9 x 12
inches.
The 1712
Overture stands out in
P.D.Q. Bach's oeuvre for
two reasons, among
others: it is by far the
most programmatic
instrumental piece among
those by the minimeister
of Wein-am-Rhein so far
unearthed, and 2) its
discovery has led to a
revelation about the
composer's father, Johann
Sebastian Bach, that has
exploded like a bombshell
on the usually serene
musicological landscape.
The overture is based on
an anecdote told to
P.D.Q. Bach by a cousin,
Peter Ulrich. Since P.U.
Bach lived in Dudeldorf,
only a few miles down the
road from Wein-am-Rhein,
he was P.D.Q.'s closest
relative, and he was, in
fact, one of the few
members of the family who
was on speaking terms
with P.D.Q. The story,
related to P.D.Q.
(fortunately for us
posterity types) in a
letter, may be summarized
thus: The town of
Dudeldorf was founded by
two brothers, Rudi and
Dieter Dudel, early in
the 18th century. Rudi
remained mayor of the
newborn burg for the rest
of his long life, but
Dieter had a dream of
starting a musicians'
colony, an entire city
devoted to music, which
dream, he finally
decided, could be
realized only in the New
World. In 1712, he and
several other bagpipers
sailed to Boston, never
to return to Germany.
(Henceforth, Rudi became
known as der deutscher
Dudel and Dieter as the
Yankee Dudel).
Unfortunately, the head
of the Boston Musicians'
Guild had gotten wind of
Dudel's plans, and
Wilhelm Wiesel (pron.
VEE-zle), known none too
affectionately around
town as Wiesel the
Weasel, was not about to
share what few gigs there
were in colonial America
with more foreigners and
outside agitators. He and
his cronies were on hand
to meet Dudel's boat when
it pulled into Boston
Harbor; they intended to
prevent the newcomers'
disembarkation, but Dudel
and his companions
managed to escape to the
other side of the bay in
a dinghy, landing with
just enough time to rent
a carriage and horses
before hearing the sound
of The Weasel and his
men, who had had to come
around the long way. The
Germans headed West, with
the Bostonians in furious
pursuit. soon the city
had been left far behind,
and by midnight so had
the pursuers; Dieter
Dudel decided that it was
safe for him and his men
to stop and sleep until
daybreak. When they
awoke, they found that
they were in a beautiful
landscape of low,
forested mountains and
pleasant fields, warmed
by the brilliant morning
sun and serenaded by an
entrancing variety of
birds. Here, Dudel
thought, her is where I
will build my colony. The
immigrants continued down
the road at a leisurely
pace until they came upon
a little church, all by
itself in the
countryside, from which
there suddenly emanated
the sounds of a pipe
organ. At this point, the
temptation to quote from
P.U. Bach's letter to
P.D.Q. cannot be
resisted: They went
inside and, after
listening to the glorious
music for a while,
introduced themselves to
the organist. And who do
you think it was? Are you
ready for this -- it was
your old man! Hey, no
kidding -- you know, I'm
sure, that your father
was the guy to get when
it came to testing new
organs, and whoever had
that one in Massachusetts
built offered old
Sebastian a tidy sum to
go over there and check
it out. The unexpected
meeting with J.S. Bach
and his sponsors was
interrupted by the sound
of horse hooves, as the
dreaded Wiesel and his
men thundered on to the
scene. They had been
riding all night,
however, and they were no
spring chickens to start
with, and as soon as they
reached the church they
all dropped, exhausted,
to the ground. The elated
Germans rang the church
bells and offered to buy
everyone a beer at the
nearest tavern. There
they were taught, and
joined in singing, what
might be called the
national anthem of the
New World. The melody of
this pre-revolutionary
patriotic song is still
remembered (P.D.Q. Bach
quotes it, in the bass
instruments, near the end
of the overture), but is
words are now all but
forgotten: Freedom, of
thee we sing, Freedom
e'er is our goal; Death
to the English King, Long
live Rock and Ross. The
striking paucity of
biographical references
to Johann Sebastian Bah
during the year 1712 can
now be explained: he was
abroad for a significant
part of that year,
testing organs in the
British Colonies. That
this revelation has not
been accepted as fact by
the musicological
establishment is no
surprise, since it means
that a lot of books would
have to be rewritten. The
members of that
establishment haven't
even accepted the
existence of P.D.Q. Bach,
one of whose major works
the 1712 Overture
certainly is. It is also
a work that shows
Tchaikowsky up as the
shameless plagiarizer
that some of us have
always known he was. The
discovery of this awesome
opus was made possible by
a Boston Pops Centennial
Research Commission; the
first modern performance
took place at the opening
concert of the 100th
anniversary season of
that orchestra, under the
exciting but authentic
direction of John
Williams.
Orchestra SKU: PR.41641576L For Really Big Orchestra. Composed by ...(+)
Orchestra
SKU:
PR.41641576L
For
Really Big Orchestra.
Composed by PDQ Bach.
Edited by Peter
Schickele. Large Score.
With Standard notation.
Duration 11 minutes.
Theodore Presser Company
#416-41576L. Published by
Theodore Presser Company
(PR.41641576L).
UPC:
680160636549. 11 x 17
inches.
The 1712
Overture stands out in
P.D.Q. Bach's oeuvre for
two reasons, among
others: it is by far the
most programmatic
instrumental piece among
those by the minimeister
of Wein-am-Rhein so far
unearthed, and 2) its
discovery has led to a
revelation about the
composer's father, Johann
Sebastian Bach, that has
exploded like a bombshell
on the usually serene
musicological landscape.
The overture is based on
an anecdote told to
P.D.Q. Bach by a cousin,
Peter Ulrich. Since P.U.
Bach lived in Dudeldorf,
only a few miles down the
road from Wein-am-Rhein,
he was P.D.Q.'s closest
relative, and he was, in
fact, one of the few
members of the family who
was on speaking terms
with P.D.Q. The story,
related to P.D.Q.
(fortunately for us
posterity types) in a
letter, may be summarized
thus: The town of
Dudeldorf was founded by
two brothers, Rudi and
Dieter Dudel, early in
the 18th century. Rudi
remained mayor of the
newborn burg for the rest
of his long life, but
Dieter had a dream of
starting a musicians'
colony, an entire city
devoted to music, which
dream, he finally
decided, could be
realized only in the New
World. In 1712, he and
several other bagpipers
sailed to Boston, never
to return to Germany.
(Henceforth, Rudi became
known as der deutscher
Dudel and Dieter as the
Yankee Dudel).
Unfortunately, the head
of the Boston Musicians'
Guild had gotten wind of
Dudel's plans, and
Wilhelm Wiesel (pron.
VEE-zle), known none too
affectionately around
town as Wiesel the
Weasel, was not about to
share what few gigs there
were in colonial America
with more foreigners and
outside agitators. He and
his cronies were on hand
to meet Dudel's boat when
it pulled into Boston
Harbor; they intended to
prevent the newcomers'
disembarkation, but Dudel
and his companions
managed to escape to the
other side of the bay in
a dinghy, landing with
just enough time to rent
a carriage and horses
before hearing the sound
of The Weasel and his
men, who had had to come
around the long way. The
Germans headed West, with
the Bostonians in furious
pursuit. soon the city
had been left far behind,
and by midnight so had
the pursuers; Dieter
Dudel decided that it was
safe for him and his men
to stop and sleep until
daybreak. When they
awoke, they found that
they were in a beautiful
landscape of low,
forested mountains and
pleasant fields, warmed
by the brilliant morning
sun and serenaded by an
entrancing variety of
birds. Here, Dudel
thought, her is where I
will build my colony. The
immigrants continued down
the road at a leisurely
pace until they came upon
a little church, all by
itself in the
countryside, from which
there suddenly emanated
the sounds of a pipe
organ. At this point, the
temptation to quote from
P.U. Bach's letter to
P.D.Q. cannot be
resisted: They went
inside and, after
listening to the glorious
music for a while,
introduced themselves to
the organist. And who do
you think it was? Are you
ready for this -- it was
your old man! Hey, no
kidding -- you know, I'm
sure, that your father
was the guy to get when
it came to testing new
organs, and whoever had
that one in Massachusetts
built offered old
Sebastian a tidy sum to
go over there and check
it out. The unexpected
meeting with J.S. Bach
and his sponsors was
interrupted by the sound
of horse hooves, as the
dreaded Wiesel and his
men thundered on to the
scene. They had been
riding all night,
however, and they were no
spring chickens to start
with, and as soon as they
reached the church they
all dropped, exhausted,
to the ground. The elated
Germans rang the church
bells and offered to buy
everyone a beer at the
nearest tavern. There
they were taught, and
joined in singing, what
might be called the
national anthem of the
New World. The melody of
this pre-revolutionary
patriotic song is still
remembered (P.D.Q. Bach
quotes it, in the bass
instruments, near the end
of the overture), but is
words are now all but
forgotten: Freedom, of
thee we sing, Freedom
e'er is our goal; Death
to the English King, Long
live Rock and Ross. The
striking paucity of
biographical references
to Johann Sebastian Bah
during the year 1712 can
now be explained: he was
abroad for a significant
part of that year,
testing organs in the
British Colonies. That
this revelation has not
been accepted as fact by
the musicological
establishment is no
surprise, since it means
that a lot of books would
have to be rewritten. The
members of that
establishment haven't
even accepted the
existence of P.D.Q. Bach,
one of whose major works
the 1712 Overture
certainly is. It is also
a work that shows
Tchaikowsky up as the
shameless plagiarizer
that some of us have
always known he was. The
discovery of this awesome
opus was made possible by
a Boston Pops Centennial
Research Commission; the
first modern performance
took place at the opening
concert of the 100th
anniversary season of
that orchestra, under the
exciting but authentic
direction of John
Williams.
String Quartet No.
3. Composed by
Shulamit Ran. Sws.
Contemporary. Full score.
With Standard notation.
Composed March 9 2013. 32
pages. Duration 23
minutes. Theodore Presser
Company #114-41690S.
Published by Theodore
Presser Company
(PR.11441690S).
UPC:
680160626021. 9 x 12
inches.
Ran's third
string quartet was
written for the Pacifica
Quartet, who are
featuring it in numerous
performances from May
2014 through February
2016, across the country
and abroad. Their blog
page dedicated to the
work also features the
composer's notes, for
more indepth insight.
...impassioned solos
emerge from ominous
quiet, and high arpeggios
in the violins quiver
alongside the earthy
cello. Ms. Ran skillfully
deploys these extremes of
color, volume and pitch,
yet the overall somewhat
chilly impression is one
of poise. -- Zachary
Woolfe, The New York
Times. My third string
quartet was composed at
the invitation of the
Pacifica
Quartet, whose
music-making I have come
to know closely and
admire hugely as resident
artists at the University
of Chicago. Already
in our early
conversations Pacifica
proposed that this
quartet might, in some
manner, refer to the
visual arts as a point of
germination. Probing
further, I found out that
the quartet members had
special interest in art
created during the
earlier part of the 20th
century, perhaps between
the two world wars.Â
It was my good fortune to
have met, a short while
later, while in residence
at the American Academy
in Rome in the fall of
2011, art conservationist
Albert Albano who steered
me to the work of Felix
Nussbaum (1904-1944), a
German-Jewish painter
who, like so many others,
perished in the Holocaust
at a young age, and who
left some powerful,
deeply moving art that
spoke to the life that
was unraveling around
him. The title of my
string quartet takes its
inspiration from a major
exhibit devoted to art by
German artists of the
period of the Weimar
Republic (1919-1933)
titled “Glitter and
Doom: German Portraits
from the 1920sâ€,
first shown at New
York’s
Metropolitan Museum of
Art in 2006-07.Â
Nussbaum would have been
a bit too young to be
included in this
exhibit. His most
noteworthy art was
created in the last very
few years of his short
life. The
exhibit’s
evocative title, however,
suggested to me the idea
of “Glitter, Doom,
Shards, Memory†as
a way of framing a
possible musical
composition that would be
an homage to his life and
art, and to that of so
many others like him
during that era.
 Knowing that their
days were numbered, yet
intent on leaving a mark,
a legacy, a memory, their
art is triumph of the
human spirit over
annihilation. Parallel
to my wish to compose a
string quartet that,
typically for this genre,
would exist as
“pure musicâ€,
independent of a
narrative, was my desire
to effect an awareness in
my listener of matters
which are, to me, of
great human concern.
 To my mind there is
no contradiction between
the two goals. Â As in
several other works
composed since 1969, this
is my way of saying
‘do not
forget’, something
that, I believe, can be
done through music with
special power and
poignancy. Â Â The
individual titles of the
quartet’s four
movements give an
indication of some of the
emotional strands this
work explores. 1)
“That which
happened†(das was
geschah) – is how
the poet Paul Celan
referred to the Shoah
– the Holocaust.
 These simple words
served for me, in the
first movement, as a
metaphor for the way in
which an
“ordinaryâ€
life, with its daily flow
and its sense of sweet
normalcy, was shockingly,
inhumanely, inexplicably
shattered. 2)
“Menace†is a
shorter movement,
mimicking a Scherzo.
 It is also
machine-like, incessant,
with an occasional,
recurring, waltz-like
little tune –
perhaps the chilling
grimace we recognize from
the executioner’s
guillotine mask. Â Like
the death machine it
alludes to, it gathers
momentum as it goes, and
is
unstoppable. 3) â
If I must perish - do
not let my paintings
dieâ€; these words
are by Felix Nussbaum
who, knowing what was
ahead, nonetheless
continued painting till
his death in Auschwitz in
1944. Â If the heart of
the first movement is the
shuddering interruption
of life as we know it,
the third movement tries
to capture something of
what I can only imagine
to be the conflicting
states of mind that would
have made it possible,
and essential, to
continue to live and
practice one’s art
– bearing witness
to the events.
 Creating must have
been, for Nussbaum and
for so many others, a way
of maintaining sanity,
both a struggle and a
catharsis – an act
of defiance and salvation
all at the same
time. 4)
“Shards,
Memory†is a direct
reference to my
quartet’s title.
 Only shards are left.
 And memory.  The
memory is of things large
and small, of unspeakable
tragedy, but also of the
song and the dance, the
smile, the hopes. All
things human. Â As we
remember, in the face of
death’s silence,
we restore dignity to
those who are
gone.—Shulamit
Ran .