So You Want to Write a Fugue?

An Instructional Manual

 
 
 
 
 

Program Notes

Although this concert will focus on how to create the fugue and the singing of fugues, this is by no means the full extent of the concert.  A portion of the music in this concert is from the Renaissance period.  We are also very fortunate to have Oli Guselle (mezzo-soprano/alto) and the Saskatoon Men’s Chorus join us to perform Brahms’ Alto Rhapsody.

James Hawn, Artistic Director

Text and Translations

Tomás Luis de Victoria (c. 1548-1611): O vos omnes

Text from Lamentations 1:12 (Latin Vulgate Bible)
Translation from the Choral Public Domain Library

Latin Text:

O vos omnes qui transitis per viam, attendite et videte:
Si est dolor similis sicut dolor meus.

Attendite, universi populi,et videte dolorem meum.
Si est dolor similis sicut dolor meus.

English Translation:

O all you who walk by on the road, attend and see:
If there be any sorrow like my sorrow.

Attend, all people of the world, and see my sorrow:
If there be any sorrow like my sorrow.

 

Robert H. Young (1929-1950): Tenebre factae sunt

Text from Liber Usualis
Translation from Choral Public Domain Library

Latin Text:

Tenebrae factae sunt, dum crucifixissent Jesum Judaei:
et circa horam nonam exclamavit Jesus voce magna:
Deus meus, ut quid me dereliquisti?

Et inclinato capite, emisit spiritum.
Exclamans Jesus voce magna ait:
Pater, in manus tuas commendo spiritum meum.

Et inclinato capite, emisit spiritum.

English Translation:

Darkness fell when the Jews crucified Jesus:
and about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice:
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

And he bowed his head and gave up the ghost.
Jesus cried with a loud voice and said,
Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.

And he bowed his head and gave up the ghost.

 

Claudio Monteverdi (1567-1643): Beatus Vir

Text from Psalm 112 vv 1-10 (Latin Vulgate Bible)
Translation from the the King James Bible

Latin Text:

Beatus vir, qui timet Dominum:
In mandatis eius volet nimis.
Potens in terra erit semen eius;
Generatio rectorum benedicetur.
Gloria et divitiae in domo eius;
Et justitia eius manet in saeculum saeculi.
Exortum est in tenebris lumen rectis:
Misericors, et miserator et justus.
Jucundus homo qui miseretur et commodat.
Disponet sermones suos in judicio:
Quia in aeternum non commovebitur.
In memoria aeterna erit justus.
Ab auditione mala non timebit.
Paratum cor eius sperare in Domino;
Confirmatum est, cor eius:
Non commovebitur,
Donec despiciat inimicos suos.
Dispersit, dedit pauperibus:
Justitia eius manct in saeculum saeculi,
Cornu eius exaltabitur in gloria.
Peccator videbit, et irascetur;
Dentibus suis fremet et tabescet.
Desiderium peccatorum peribit.

English Translation:

Blessed is the man who fears the lord:
He delights greatly in his commandments.
His seed will be mightly on earth;
The generation of the upright will be blessed.
Wealth and riches are in his house;
And his righteousness endures for ever and ever.
Unto the upright there arises light in the darkness:
He is gracious, and full of compassion, and righteous.
Good is the man who is full of compassion and lends.
He will guide his affairs with discretion:
Because he will not be moved for ever.
The righteous will be in everlasting remembrance.
He will not be afraid of evil tidings.
His heart is fixed, trusting in the lord;
His heart is established:
He will not be moved,
Until he gazes at his enemies.
He has dispersed, he has given to the poor:
His righteousness endures for ever and ever,
The strength of his soul will be exalted with honour.
The sinner will see it, and will be grieved;
He will gnash with his teeth, and melt away.
The desire of the wicked shall perish.

 

Glenn Gould (1932-1982): So You Want to Write a Fugue

So you want to write a fugue?
You've got the urge to write a fugue,
You've got the nerve to write a fugue,
So go ahead and write a fugue that we can sing.

Pay no heed to what we've told you,
Give no mind to what we've told you.
Just forget all that we've told you,
And the theory that you've read.
For the only way to write one,
Is just to plunge right in and write one.
So just forget the rules and write one,
Have a try, yes, try to write a fugue.

So just ignore the rules and try,
And the fun of it will get you,
And the joy of it will fetch you,
It's a pleasure that is bound to satisfy.
So why not have a try?
You'll decide that John Sebastian,
Must have been a very personable guy.

But never be clever for the sake of being clever,
For a canon in inversion is a dangerous diversion
And a bit of augmentation is a serious temptation
While a stretto diminution is an obvious solution
Never be clever for the sake of being clever
For the sake of showing off.

It's rather awesome, isn't it?
And when you've finished writing it,
I think you'll find a great joy in it (hope so) …
Well, nothing ventured nothing gained they say ...
But still it is rather hard to start.
Let us try.

Right now?
We're going to write a fugue right now!

 

Rosephanye Powell (1962— ): The Word Was God

Music arranged by William C. Powell
Text from from John 1:1-3

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

 

Larry Nickel (1952— ): Salvador de mi Alma

Spanish Text:

Jesús Cristo, te adoro,
Salvador de mi alma.
Jesús Cristo, te alabo,
Salvador de mi alma

Te adoro, te alabo,
te adoro, te alabo,
Jesús Cristo, te adoro,
Salvador de mi alma.

Jesús Cristo, el lirio de los valles,
Jesús Cristo
Jesús Cristo, se levantó de Sharon
Jesús Cristo

O Señor, el Alpha y Omega,
O Señor, gran Creator.
Jehová. Cordero de Dios, su cuidada para mi.

Jesús Cristo, la luz del mundo Salvador de mi alma.

Jesús Cristo, te adoro,
Salvador de mi alma.
Jesús Cristo, te alabo,
Salvador de mi alma

Te adoro, te alabo,
te adoro, te alabo,
Jesús Cristo, te adoro,
Salvador de mi alma.

Jesús Cristo, el pan de la vida, Jesús Cristo,
Jesús Cristo, el agua viva, Jesús Cristo.

O Señor me alma grita a Jehová mi Dios.
Jehová, apacible pastor, su cuidada para mi.
Jesús Cristo, estrella brillante, Salvador de mi alma.

Jesús Cristo, te adoro,
Salvador de mi alma.
Jesús Cristo, te alabo,
Salvador de mi alma

Te adoro, te alabo,
te adoro, te alabo,
Jesús Cristo, te adoro,
Salvador de mi alma.

English Translation:

Jesus Christ, I adore you,
Saviour of my soul.
Jesus Christ, I praise you,
Saviour of my soul

I adore you, I praise you,
I adore you, I praise you,
Jesus Christ, I adore you,
Saviour of my soul.

Jesus Christ, the lily of the valley,
Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ, rose from Sharon
Jesus Christ

O Lord, the Alpha and Omega,
O Lord, great Creator.
Jehovah. Lamb of God, You care for me.

Jesus Christ, the light of the Savior world of my soul.

Jesus Christ, I adore you,
Saviour of my soul.
Jesus Christ, I praise you,
Saviour of my soul

I adore you, I praise you,
I adore you, I praise you,
Jesus Christ, adore you,
Saviour of my soul.

Jesus Christ, the bread of life, Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ, the living water, Jesus Christ.

O Lord, my soul shouts to Jehovah my God.
Jehovah, gentle shepherd, his care for me.
Jesus Christ, shining star, Savior of my soul.

Jesus Christ, I adore you,
Saviour of my soul.
Jesus Christ, I praise you,
Saviour of my soul

I adore you, I praise you,
I adore you, I praise you,
Jesus Christ, adore you,
Saviour of my soul.

 

Johannes Brahms (1833-1897): Rhapsodie, Op. 53

Text by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (from “Harzreise im Winter”)
Translation: https://warwick.ac.uk/fac/arts/modernlanguages/about/german-studies/goethe/podcasts/21

German Text:

Aber abseits wer ist's?
Im Gebüsch verliert sich der Pfad.
Hinter ihm schlagen
Die Sträuche zusammen,
Das Gras steht wieder auf,
Die Öde verschlingt ihn.

Ach, wer heilet die Schmerzen
Des, dem Balsam zu Gift ward?
Der sich Menschenhaß
Aus der Fülle der Liebe trank?
Erst verachtet, nun ein Verächter,
Zehrt er heimlich auf
Seinen eignen Wert
In ungnügender Selbstsucht.
Ist auf deinem Psalter,
Vater der Liebe, ein Ton

Seinem Ohre vernehmlich,
So erquicke sein Herz!
Öffne den umwölkten Blick
Über die tausend Quellen
Neben dem Durstenden
In der Wüste.

English Translation:

But who stands there apart?
In the thicket, lost is his path;
Behind him the bushes
Are closing together,
The grass springs up again,
The desert engulphs him.

Ah, who'll heal his afflictions,
To whom balsam was poison,
Who, from love's fullness,
Drank in misanthropy only?
First despised, and now a despiser,
He, in secret, wasteth
All that he is worth,
In a selfishness vain.
If there be, on thy psaltery,
Father of Love, but one tone

That to his ear may be pleasing,
Oh, then, quicken his heart!
Clear his cloud-enveloped eyes
Over the thousand fountains
Close by the thirsty one
In the desert.

 

Thomas Tallis (1505-1585): The Tallis Canon

Music arranged by Douglas E. Wagner
Text by Thomas Ken

All praise to you, my God this day,
For blessings that may come my way.
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath your own Almighty wings.

Be with me, Lord, and keep me strong,
To stand with those who do me wrong,
Teach me to live, a child of love,
with grace and strength sent from above.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him, above, you heav’nly host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

 

Ruth Watson Henderson (1932— ): Kyrie – Fugue

Latin Text:

Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison
Christe Eleison

English Translation:

Christ, have mercy (upon us)
Lord, have mercy (upon us)
Christ, have mercy (upon us)

 

Bruce Ruddell: Silverly

Text by Dennis Lee

Silverly,
Silverly,
Over the
Trees
The Moon drifts
By on a
Runaway
Breeze

Dozily,
Dozily,
Deep in her
Bed,
A little girl
Dreams with the
Moon in her
Head.

 

Hugo Wolf (1860-1903): Im Stillen Friedhof

Text by Ludwig Pfau
Translation Ronald Reinholdt

German Text:

Wenn ich im stillen Friedhof geh,
Wird mir so schwer zu Herzen,
Dass man die treuste Menschenbrust,
Die mitgetragen Leid und Lust,
So eilig kann verschmerzen.

Gras wächst darüber, ach, wie bald,
Das Grab wird selber heiter;
Wie wenn ein Blatt vom Wipfel fällt,
So geht ein Leben aus der Welt!
Die Vögel singen weiter.

O Menschenherz mit deinem Stolz!
Was flüstern die Zypressen?
Wir stehen auf einem schmalen Raum,
Darunter liegt ein Herze kaum,
So ist es schon vergessen,
So ist es schon vergessen.

English Translation:

When I pass by a peaceful grave,
My heart grows sad while thinking,
That one so quickly can forget,
Ev’n the most loyal human heart,
With all the grief and joy endured.

Grass covers o’er it, oh, so soon,
The grave itself becomes bright;
As when a leaf falls from a tree,
Thus does a life depart this world!
Yet birds continue their song.

Oh heart of man, with your great pride!
What do the cypress whisper?
We stand upon the narrow ground,
Beneath which barely lies a heart,
Already not forgotten,
Already not forgotten.

 

Artist Information

James Hawn, Director

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography

Connor Elias, Collaborative Pianist

Photo Credit: Rebecca Fisher

Oli Guselle, Alto

Saskatoon Men's Chorus

Deb Buck, Conductor