Music is Vibration

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Program Notes

Our upcoming concert is one of contrasts.

This concert is entitled Music is Vibration as that title encompasses both sacred and secular music—in fact, all music. It also pays homage to the world of music: emotion, invisible and intangible yet touching deep within, melody, harmony. It also allows us to pay tribute to Dominic Gregorio from whose poem these words appear. Dominic was a talented musician (choral conductor) and teacher at the University of Regina Music department, as well as a poet and genuine human being. Canadian composer of Cree descent, Andrew Balfour, has beautifully set Dominic’s words to music.

I have always loved Kodály’s Missa Brevis ever since I first heard a recording of it more than forty years ago. When I directed the choir at Knox Church, I decided to have the choir perform it – no small feat for a church choir in Saskatoon. Yes, it is difficult, and the organ part is fiendish, but they pulled it off. Many years later I had the chance to sing it with Saskatoon Chamber Singers under the direction of Duff Warkentin. Over the last several years, I have wanted Saskatoon Chamber Singers to perform it once again. I had initially programmed it for the May 2019 concert, but because of COVID that concert was cancelled, as was the entire 2019-2020 season and the March 2021 concert and then again in the March 2023. Each of the four cancellations made me more determined that it would eventually get performed and so after twenty-three years Saskatoon Chamber Singers is set to once again perform it (let’s hope nothing interferes this time round!). Each of these three performances has featured a different organist: Margaret Jamieson, Gregory Schulte and now Janet Wilson.

So that’s the sacred part. The secular part consists of pieces written by Canadian composers with the oldest being written in 1986. Five of the pieces have been written within the last two years. Stephanie Martin wrote A Frost Sequence during the COVID lock-down and this is evident in the compositions themselves as they are tender, contemplative, dreamlike, and introspective – all dealing with the “ephemeral nature of existence” and the “over-arching theme of time.”

In October 2018 one of our sopranos passed away and as a means of recognizing her contribution to Saskatoon Chamber Singers, the Jacquie Ackerman Memorial Commission Fund was established to help sponsor commissions of new works by Canadian choral composers. The first one was dedicated to Jacquie and was by Stephanie Martin (the same one as mentioned above). This year Matthew Emery was commissioned, with help from this fund, to write Hold You, Enfold You which will be performed at this concert. The May concert is usually the time where we remind our audience about this fund and encourage them to make a donation. These donations can be made through the Saskatoon Community Foundation (and you will receive a tax receipt). The average cost of a commission today is $1800 for a three-minute piece.

James Hawn, Artistic Director

Text and Translations

Zoltán Kodály: Missa Brevis

Latin text:

Kyrie

Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.

GLORIA

Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Et in terra pax
hominibus bonæ voluntatis.
Laudamus te; benedicimus te; adoramus te; glorificamus te. Gratias agimus tibi
propter magnam gloriam tuam.
Domine Deus, Rex coelestis,
Deus Pater omnipotens.
Domine Fili unigenite Jesu Christe. Domine Deus,
Agnus Dei, Filius Patris.
Qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Qui tollis peccata mundi, suscipe deprecationem nostram.
Qui sedes ad dextram Patris,
O miserere nobis.
Quoniam tu solus Sanctus,
tu solus Dominus,
tu solus Altissimus, Jesu Christe.
Cum Sancto Spiritu
in gloria Dei Patris. Amen.

CREDO

Credo in unum Deum;
Patrem omnipotentem,
factorem coeli et terrae,
visibilium omnium et invisibilium.
Et in unum Dominum Jesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum,
Et ex Patre natum ante omnia sæcula.
Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine,
Deum verum de Deo vero,
Genitum non factum, consubstantialem Patri:
per quem omnia facta sunt.
Qui propter nos homines,
et propter nostram salutem descendit de coelis.
Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine:
et homo factus est.
Crucifixus etiam pro nobis sub Pontio Pilato,
passus et sepultus est.
Et resurrexit tertia die secundum Scripturas.
Et ascendit in coelum:
sedet ad dexteram Patris.
Et iterum venturus est cum gloria,
judicare vivos et mortuos:
cujus regni non erit finis.
Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum, et vivificantem:
qui ex Patre Filioque procedit.
Qui cum Patre et Filio simul
adoratur et conglorificatur:
qui locutus est per Prophetas.
Et in unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam.
Confiteor unum baptisma, in remissionem peccatorum.
Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum
et vitam venturi sæculi.
Amen.

SANCTUS

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Osanna in excelsis.

BENEDICTUS

Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Osanna in excelsis.

AGNUS DEI

Agnus Dei,
qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei.
Dona nobis pacem.

ITE, MISSA EST

Ite, missa est Deo gratias, da pacem.
Amen.

English translation:

Kyrie

Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.

Gloria

Glory be to God in the highest.
And in earth peace
to men of good will.
We praise Thee; we bless Thee; we worship Thee;
we glorify Thee.
We give thanks to Thee for Thy great glory.
O Lord God, Heavenly King,
God the Father Almighty.
O Lord Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son. Lord God,
Lamb of God, Son of the Father.
Thou that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.
Thou that takest away the sins of the world, receive our prayer.
Thou that sittest at the right hand of the Father,
have mercy upon us.
or thou only art holy,
thou only art the Lord,
thou only art the most high, Jesus Christ.
Together with the Holy Ghost
in the glory of God the Father. Amen.

Credo

I believe in one God;
the Father almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
and of all things visible and invisible.
And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God,
begotten of the Father before all worlds;
God of God, light of light,
True God of true God,
begotten not made; being of one substance with the Father,
by whom all things were made.
Who for us men
and for our salvation descended from heaven;
and was incarnate by the Holy Ghost, of the Virgin Mary,
and was made man.
He was crucified also for us, suffered under Pontius Pilate,
and was buried.
And on the third day He rose again according to the Scriptures:
and ascended into heaven.
He sitteth at the right hand of the Father;
and He shall come again with glory
to judge the living and the dead;
and His kingdom shall have no end.
I believe in the Holy Ghost, the Lord and giver of life,
Who proceedeth from the Father and the Son,
Who with the Father and the Son together
is worshipped and glorified;
as it was told by the Prophets.
And I believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
I acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins.
And I await the resurrection of the dead
and the life of the world to come.
Amen.

Santcus

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts.
Heaven and earth are full of Thy glory. Hosanna in the highest.

Benedictus

Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.

Angus Dei

Lamb of God,
Who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.
Lamb of God.
Grant us peace.

Ite, Missa est

Go, the mass is over. Thanks be to God. Give peace.
Amen.

Mark Sirett: Ce Beau Printemps

French text:

Quand ce beau Printemps je vois,
J'aperçois
Rajeunir la terre et l'onde
Et me semble que le jour,
Et l'Amour,
Comme enfants naissent au monde.

English translation:

When I see the fair Springtime
I recognize
Earth and sea renewing their youth
And it seems to me that Day
And Love
Like children are born into the world.

Andrew Balfour: Music is Vibration

Dominic Gregorio (1977-2019)

Music is vibration; can you see it?
Sound is emotion; can you feel it?
Invisible, intangible; yet touches deep within.
A ringing, a resonance, a returning; twin to twin.

Melody is your nature; can you sing?
Harmony – all your cells; won’t you dance it?
Plain old eyes cannot see it
But deep in your heart you do know it.

Music is vibration; can you see it?

Stephanie Martin: A Frost Sequence

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

Matthew Emery: Hold You, Enfold You

Frances Ebbs-Canavan (1878-1963)

Over the wall of your sheltered garden
Sunlight is painting a rainbow of dew;
So would my love, of its warmth and its glory,
Fashion a pathway resplendent for you.

Over the wall of your sheltered garden
Cometh a wind, and the flowers bend low;
So would my love, going eager before you,
Clear all the ways that your footsteps shall know.

Over the wall of your sheltered garden
Storm-clouds are gathered to herald the rain;
So would my love, from the chill and the shadows,
Bring but new freshness and blooming again.

Over the wall of your sheltered garden
Softly the moonlight descends like a charm,
So would my love, all your bright life enclosing,
Hold you, enfold you, and shield you from harm.

Paul Halley: Love Songs for Springtime

The Despairing Lover

William Walsh (1663–1708)

Distracted with care
For Phyllis the fair,
Since nothing could move her,
Poor Damon, her lover,
Resolves in despair
No longer to languish,
Nor bear so much anguish,
But, mad with his love,
To a precipice goes,
Where a leap from above
Would finish his woes.
When in rage he came there,
Beholding how steep
The sides did appear,
And the bottom how deep,
His torments projecting,
And sadly reflecting
That a lover forsaken
A new love may get,
But a neck when once broken
Can never be set,
And, that he could die
Whenever he would,
Whereas he could live
But as long as he could,
How grievous soever
The torment might grow,
He scorned to endeavour
To finish it so,
But, bold, unconcerned
At thoughts of the pain,
He calmly returned
To his cottage again.

The Bailiff’s Daughter

Anon.

There was a youth and a well-loved youth,
And he was an esquire’s son,
He loved the bailiff’s daughter dear,
That lived is Islington.

But she was coy, and she would not believe
That he did love her so,
No, nor at any time she would any countenance to him show.
But when his friends did understand

His fond and foolish mind,
They sent him up to fair London,
An apprentice for to bind.

And when he had been sev’n long years,
His love he had not seen;
’Many a tear have I shed for her sake
When she little thought of me.’

All the maids of Islington
Went forth to sport and play;
All but the bailiff’s daughter, dear;
She secretly stole away.

She put off her gown of grey,
And put on her puggish attire;
She is up to fair London gone,
Her true-love to require.

As she went along the road,
The weather was hot and dry,
There was she aware of her true-love,
At length came riding by,

She stept to him as red as a rose,
And took him by the bridle-ring:
’I pray you kind sir, give me one penny,
To ease my weary limb.’

‘I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me
Where that thou wast born?’
’At Islington, kind sir,’ said she,
’Where I’ve had many a scorn.’

‘I prithee sweetheart, canst thou tell me
Whether thou dost know
The bailiff’s daughter of Islington?’
’She’s dead, sir, long ago.’

‘Then will I sell my goodly steed,
My saddle and my bow;
I will into some far country,
Where no man doth me know.’

‘Oh stay, Oh stay, thou goodly youth!
She’s alive, she is not dead;
Here she standers by thy side,
She is ready to be thy bride!'

Oh farewell grief, and welcome joy,
Ten thousand times and o’er!
For now I have seen my own true-love,
That I thought I should see no more.’

Soldier, Won’t You Marry Me?

Traditional English from Roud number 489, C. 1900

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
When I’ve no hat to put on?

Off to the tailor she did go
As hard as she could run,
Brought him back the finest was there,
Now soldier put it on.

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
When I’ve no coat to put on?

Off to the tailor she did go
As hard as she could run,
Brought him back the finest was there,
Now soldier put it on.

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
When I’ve no shoes to put on?

Off to the shoe shop she did go
As hard as she could run,
Brought him back the finest was there,
Now soldier put them on.

Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?
It’s O a fife and a drum.
How can I marry such a pretty girl
And a wife and baby at home?

Off to the tailor...

Off to the...

And a wife and baby at home!

The Maypole

Anon.

Come lasses and lads,
take leave of your dads,
Away to the Maypole hey;
For every he has got a she
With a Minstrel standing by:
For Willy has gotten his Jill,
And Johny has got his Joan,
To jig it up and down.

‘Y’are out,’ says Dick, ‘‘Tis a lie,’ says Nick,
’The fiddeler played it false,’
’’Tis ture,’ says Hugh, and so says Sue,
And so says nimble Alice.

The fiddeler then began
To play the tune again,
And every girl did trip it to the men.

Yet there they sat, until it was late and tire the fiddler quite,
With singing and playing, without any paying
From morning until night.

They told the fiddler then
They’d pay him for his play,
And each a twopence gave him and went away.

‘Goodnight,’ says Tom, and so says John,
’Goodnight,’ says Dick to Will,
’Goodnight,’ says Sis, ‘Goodnight,’ says Pris,
’Goodnight,’ says Peg to Neil.

Some run, some went, some stayed
Some dallied by the way,
And bound themselves by kisses twelve to meet next holiday.

The Lover’s Arithmetic

Anon.

In love to be sure what disasters we meet,
what torment what grief and vexation;
I’ve crosses encountered my hopes to defeat,
will scarcely admit numeration.

I courted a maid, and I called her divine,
and I begged she would change her condition;
For I thought that her fortune united with mine,
would make a most handsome addition.

Heigho, dot and go one,
Fal lal de ral do ra,
Heigho, dot and go one,
Fal lal de ral do ra.

When married, a plaguy subtraction I found,
her debts wanted much liquidation;
And we couldn’t so badly our wishes were crowned,
get forward in multiplication.

Division in wedlock is common they say,
and both being fond of the suction;
I very soon had to exclaim ‘Lack-a-day!
my fortune’s gone into reduction.’

The rules of proportion Dame Nature forgot
when my Deary she formed, so the fact is,
And she had a tongue to embitter my lot,
which she never could keep out of practice.

One day after breaking my head with a stool,
said I, ‘Ma’am, if these are your actions,
I’m off; for your know I’ve been so long at school
I don’t want to learn vulgar fractions.’

Artist Information

James Hawn, Director

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography

Rod Epp, Accompanist

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography

Janet Wilson, Organ