Fee Suzanne de Ruiter Mezzo Soprano. David Bollen Piano

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2 Fee Suzanne de Ruiter Mezzo Soprano David Bollen Piano Anne van Amerongen Soprano Leonard Besseling Cello Gulmira Issabekova Piano Manou Schreiner Theorbe Marcel Wheathly Gong Regie Fee Suzanne de Ruiter Saskia Mees Christeller

3 Program overview Der Turm zu Babel, No. 2 in German M. Kagel ( ) Meine Rose from "Sechs Gedichte von N. Lenau und Requiem", Op. 90, No. 2 R. Schumann ( ) Was I not a blade of grass in the Meadow? from "Seven Romances", Op. 47, No. 7 P. I. Tchaikovksy ( ) Der Turm zu Babel, No. 14 in Russian M. Kagel Ophelia s Song from "Seven Romances on Poems by Alexander Blok", Op. 127, No. 1 D. Shostakovich ( ) Qui Sedes from the "Mass in B minor", BWV 232 J. S. Bach ( ) Der Turm zu Babel, No. 10 in Latin M. Kagel A Dio Roma from the opera "L'Incoronazione di Poppea", SV 30 C. Monteverdi ( ) Sorella, cosa dici? Prenderò quel brunettino from the opera "Così fan tutte", K. 588 W. A. Mozart ( ) Oh! La pitoyable aventure! from the opera L heure Espagnole M. Ravel ( ) Der Turm zu Babel, No. 5 in French and No. 8 in Italian M. Kagel Dopo Notte from the opera "Ariodante", HWV 33 G. F. Händel ( )

4 En Jahwe zei: laten wij neerdalen en verwarring brengen in hun taal, zodat de één niet meer verstaat wat de ander zegt. Genesis 11: 1 9 M. Kagel ( ) Der Turm zu Babel No. 2 Und dann sagte der Herr: Ans Werk! Wir steigen hinab und verwirren ihre Sprache, damit niemand mehr den anderen versteht! Marcel Wheathly Gong R. Schumann ( ) from "Sechs Gedichte von N. Lenau und Requiem" Op. 90, No. 2 Poet: Nicolaus Lenau ( ) Meine Rose Dem holden Lenzgeschmeide, Der Rose, meiner Freude, Die schon gebeugt und blasser Vom heissen Strahl der Sonnen, Reich ich den Becher Wasser Aus dunklem, tiefen Bronnen. Du Rose meines Herzens! Vom stillen Strahl des Schmerzens Bist du gebeugt und blasser; Ich möchte dir zu Füssen, Wie dieser Blume Wasser, Still meine Seele giessen! Könnt ich dann auch nicht sehen Dich freudig auferstehen. My Rose To spring's fair jewel, To the rose, my delight, Already drooping and pale From the heat of the sun, I bring a beaker of water From the deep, dark well. Rose of my heart! You droop and pale From the silent shaft of pain; I would silently pour out My soul at your feet, As I pour water for this flower! Even though I might not then See you happily revive. Gulmira Issabekova Piano

5 P. I. Tchaikovksy ( ) from "Seven Romances" Op. 47, No. 7 Poet: Ivan Zakharovich Surikov ( ) Ja li v pole da ne travushka byla? Ja li v pole da ne travushka byla, Ja li v pole ne zelenaja rosla; Vzjali menja, travushku, skosili, Na solnyshke v pole issushili. Okh, ty, gore moje, gorjushko! Znat' takaja moja doljushka! Ja li v pole ne kalinushka byla, Ja li v pole da ne krasnaja rosla; Vzjali kalinushku, slomali, Da v zhgutiki menja posvjazali! Okh, ty, gore moje, gorjushko! Znat' takaja moja doljushka! Ja l' u batjushki ne dochen'ka byla, U rodimoj ne cvetochek ja rosla; Nevolej menja, bednuju, vzjali, Da s nemilym, sedym povenchali! Okh, ty, gore moje, gorjushko! Znat' takaja moja doljushka! Was I not a blade of grass in the Meadow? Was I not a blade of grass in the field, Did I not grow, all green, in the field? They took me, blade of grass, and cut me down, The left me out to dry in the field under the sun. Oh you, oh woe of mine, miserable woe! Such is my lot in life! Was I not a guelder rose in the field, Did I not grow, my berries red, in the field? They took the rose bush and cut it down And tied me up in a bunch of twigs! Oh you, oh woe of mine, miserable woe! Such is my lot in life! Was I not my father s little daughter, Did I not grow up as my mother s little flower? They took me against me will, poor girl, And married me off to a grey old man I didn t love! Oh you, oh woe of mine, miserable woe! Such is my lot in life! Gulmira Issabekova Piano M. Kagel ( ) Der Turm zu Babel No. 14 I skasal Gaspod: Saidjomsche, i smeschaem tam jasyk ich, tak schtoby adin ni panimal retschi drugowa. Marcel Wheathly Gong

6 D. Shostakovich ( ) from "Seven Romances on Poems by Alexander Blok" Op. 127, No. 1 Poet: Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok ( ) Pesnya Ofelii Razluchayas' s devoy miloy, Drug, ty klyalsya mne lyubit'! Uyezzhaya v kray postylyy, Klyatvu dannuyu khranit'!.. Tam, za Daniyey schastlivoy, Berega tvoi vo mgle Val serdityy, govorlivyy Moyet slezy na skale Milyy voin ne vernetsya, Ves' odetyy v serebro V grobe tyazhko vskolykhnetsya Bant i chernoye pero Ophelia s Song When you left me, my dear friend you promised to love me You left for a distant land, and swore to keep your promise! Beyond the happy land of Denmark, the shores are in darkness The angry waves wash over the rocks My warrior shall not return, all dressed in silver The bow, and the black feather will restlessly lie in their grave. Leonard Besseling - Cello J. S. Bach ( ) from the "Mass in B minor" BWV 232 Liturgical text Qui Sedes Qui sedes ad dexteram Patris, miserere nobis. Qui Sedes Who sits at the right hand of the Father, have mercy on us. David Bollen Piano

7 M. Kagel ( ) Der Turm zu Babel No. 10 Venite igitur descendamus et confundamus ibi linguam corum ut non audiat unusquisque vocem proximi sui. Marcel Wheathly Gong C. Monteverdi ( ) from the opera "L'Incoronazione di Poppea" SV 30 Librettist: Giovanni Francesco Busenello ( ) A Dio Roma Addio Roma, addio patria, amici addio. Innocente da voi partir conviene. Vado a patir l'esilio in pianti amari, Navigo disperata i sordi mari. L'aria, che d'ora in ora Riceverà i miei fiati, Li porterà, per nome del cor mio, A veder, a baciar le patrie mura, Ed io, starò solinga, Alternando le mosse ai pianti, ai passi, Insegnando pietade ai freddi sassi. Demigate oggi mai perverse genti, Allontanarmi dagli amati lidi. Ahi, sacrilego duolo, Tu m'interdici il pianto Quando lascio la patria, Né stillar una lacrima poss'io Mentre dico ai parenti e a Roma: addio. Goodbye Rome Goodbye Rome, goodbye homeland, goodbye friends. Innocent from you I will agree. I go to suffer exile in bitter cries, Navigating desperately the deaf seas. The air, which from hour to hour Will receive my breaths, It will bring them, by my heart's name, To see, to kiss the homeland walls, And I, I will stay behind alone, Alternating moves to the tears, to the steps, Teaching pity to the cold stones. Nowadays you are never perverse people, Move away from your beloved ones. Ah, sacrilegious pains, You interrupt my tears As I leave my country, Nor can I drop a tear from myself As I say to the relatives and to Rome: farewell. Manou Schreiner Theorbe

8 W. A. Mozart ( ) from the opera "Così fan tutte" K. 588 Librettist: Lorenzo Da Ponte ( ) Sorella, cosa dici? Prenderò quel brunettino FEE Anderhalve meter graag; we zijn hier in een professionele werkomgeving. ANNE Nou begint de professional dan? FEE Jij mag ook beginnen hoor. ANNE Nee hoor, ga maar, geen probleem. Ik ben Dorabella, ik ben 14 jaar en ik ben dus boos, omdat Despina mijn kauwgomballen gestolen heeft. Verder heeft Despina ons letterlijk de hele ochtend geprobeerd te leren flirten. Terwijl dat kan ik al, want ik heb een vriendje in Italië. Ik ben Fiordiligi, ik ben 15 en half jaar; mijn zusje is een beetje dom, maar ik ben veel ouder en wijzer. Ik heb een langeafstandsrelatie, en flirten Ewl dat doe ik niet meer. Wat was dat nou net met Despina? Jaaaa, ik word knotsgek van die girl. Ze is helemaal cray cray. Geen wonder, heb je haar moeder wel eens gezien? Die is lelijk!! Maarehhh denk jij dat we iets moeten met dat flirt-advies? Is wel lachen toch? We hoeven toch niemand pijn te doen? FEE One-and-a-half meters please; this is a professional working-space. ANNE Well let the professional start then?! FEE You may also start. ANNE No that s fine, you go, no problem. I am Dorabella, I m 14 years old and Despina just stole my gumballs, which made me furious. What she also tried to do, was to teach me how to flirt. Though I m already an expert since I have a boyfriend in Italy. I am Fiordiligi, I m 15 and a half years old; my sister is a bit stupid, so that makes me extra older and wiser. I have a long-distance relationship, and flirting Ewl, that I don t do anymore. What was up with Despina? Ohhh my god, that foolish girl makes me insane. She is totally crazy. No wonder, did you ever see her mother? She is ugly!! But do you think we could make use of her flirting advices? Would be funny right? I mean, we don t have to arm anyone s feelings?

9 Aghhh. Jouw conscience is echt zoooo totaal uitrekbaar! Natuurlijk doen we ze pijn als we gaan staan flirten, met. een ander. Dat komt goed. Of ze komen he nooit te weten, of ze komen het wél te weten, en dan zeg ik gewoon dat Despina ons gedwongen heeft. Ma i nostri cori? Restano quel che sono: Per divertirsi un poco, e non morire Dalla malinconia Non si manca di fè, sorella mia. Questo è ver. Dunque? Dunque, Fa un po' tu: ma non voglio Aver colpa se poi nasce un imbroglio. Che imbroglio nascer deve Con tanta precauzion? Per altro ascolta: Per intenderci bene, Qual vuoi sceglier per te de' due Narcisi? Decidi tu, sorella. Io già decisi. Prenderò quel brunettino, Che più lepido mi par. What Your conscience is insanely stretchable! Of course we will hurt their feelings when we flirt with others. It will be fine. Or they will never know, or they will, but then I will just tell them that Despina forced us to. But our hearts? Will stay as they are; To amuse ourselves a little And not to die of boredom Is not to be false, My dear sister. That's true. So? So you go ahead: But I don't want to be involved If there should be a scandal. How can there be a scandal When we're taking such precautions? However, listen, let's come to an agreement: Which of these two Narcisi do you fancy for yourself? You choose, sister. I've already chosen. I'll take the dark one, Who seems to me more fun.

10 Ed intanto io col biondino Vo' un po' ridere e burlar. Scherzosetta ai dolci detti Io di quel risponderò. Sospirando i sospiretti Io dell'altro imiterò. Mi dirà: «Ben mio, mi moro». Mi dirà: «Mio bel tesoro». E Ed intanto che diletto, Che spassetto io proverò! And meantime I'll laugh And joke a bit with the fair one. Playfully I'll answer His sweet words. Sighing, I'll imitate The other's sighs. He'll say to me: My love, I'm dying! He'll say to me: My dearest treasure! AND And meanwhile What sport and pleasure I shall have! Anne van Amerongen Soprano David Bollen Piano

11 M. Ravel ( ) from the opera L heure Espagnole Librettist: Franc-Nohain ( ) Oh! La pitoyable aventure! Oh! La pitoyable aventure! Et faut-il que les deux amants L'un manque de tempérament, Et l'autre, à ce point de nature! Oh! la pitoyable aventure! Et ces gens là se disent Espagnols Dans le pays de Doña Sol, À deux pas de l'estramadure!... Le temps me dure, dure, dure... Oh! la pitoyable aventure! L'un ne veut mettre ses efforts, Qu'à composer des vers baroques, Et l'autre, plus grotesque encor, De l'horloge n'a pu sortir rien qu'à mi corps, Avec son ventre empêtré des breloques!... Maintenant, le jour va finir. Et mon époux va revenir: Et je reste fidèle et pure... À deux pas de l'estramadure Au pays du Guadalquivir!... Le temps me dure, dure, dure... Ah! pour ma colère passer, Avoir quelque chose à casser, À mettre en bouillie, en salade! Oh! What a pitiful adventure! Oh! What a pitiful adventure! And should it be, that the two lovers, One, lacking temperament, And the other at this insanity! Oh what a pitiful adventure! And these people call themselves Spaniards! In the country of Doña Sol, Two steps from Estramadura! Time wears on and on and on! Oh what a pitiful adventure! One can only write poems Or strange verses, And the other, more grotesque, Could only get his fat body halfway out the clock, With his stomach covered in sprockets and trinkets! Now the day will finish And my husband will come home; And, I'll stay faithful and pure... Two steps from Estramadura In the country of Guadalquivir! Time wears on, and on! Oh, to let my anger pass! To have something to break, to break apart into the salade! David Bollen Piano

12 M. Kagel ( ) Der Turm zu Babel No. 5 and No. 8 Venez donc, descendons en ce lieu et confondons-y tellement leur langage, qu ils ne s entendent plus les uns les autres. E disse il Signore: Venite e scendiamo a confondere là la loro lingua, perché non intendano ciascuno la voce del prossimo. Marcel Wheathly Gong G. F. Händel ( ) from the opera "Ariodante" HWV 33 Librettist: Antonio Salvi ( ) Dopo Notte Dopo notte, atra e funesta, splende in Ciel più vago il sole, e di gioia empie la terra; Mentre in orrida tempesta il mio legno è quasi assorto, giunge in porto, e'llido afferra. After a night After a night so bleak and foreboding, the sun shines forth in the heavens, all the dearer, as the earth fills with joy. For in the midst of a horrid storm, my boat has been almost submerged, but it grasps at the shore as it returns to port. David Bollen Piano

13 Dank aan Anne, Leonard, Gulmira, Manou en Marcel dat jullie op deze belangrijke dag vol enthousiasme en muzikale steun met mij het podium delen. Sasja die op het allereerste moment zag wat ik in me had, daarin geloofde en dag in dag uit zich inzette om mij een beter(e) zangeres en mens te maken. David voor de werkelijk fan-tas-ti-sche lessen, waar ik altijd met een herboren stem, vrolijkheid en vertrouwen uit kwam. Mijn team docenten aan het Conservatorium van Amsterdam en het Koninklijk Conservatorium te Den Haag voor jullie expertise en toewijding mij te leren wat ik allemaal leren moest. En voor het scheppen van orde in de chaos die ontstaat bij de start van een studie in de Kunsten. Mijn moeder, vader, opa, oma, Boris en Roemer voor jullie onvoorwaardelijke liefde, betrokken adviezen en inspiratie, zelfs wanneer ik de onuitstaanbare dochter/kleindochter/zus uithing. Anne en Lisalotte dat jullie de beste partners in crime zijn die ik me maar had kunnen wensen.