Wayne State College


Faculty Recital: Miller-Niles, Derechailo, Farr, King, and Armstrong

  • September 25, 2020
  • 7:30 pm
  • Ley Theatre, Brandenburg Education Building

Theme is "A Night Of Beethoven, Part II." Event is livestreamed only.

Ley Theatre

Ludwig van Beethoven is revered as one of the most influential and prolific composers of all time. In celebration of his 250th birthday, the Wayne State College Department of Music presents two faculty recitals dedicated to Beethoven’s works.

"A Night of Beethoven Part II" showcases the virtuosity of Dr. Angela Miller-Niles on piano, Dr. Melissa Derechailo on horn, Dr. Sarah Farr, mezzo-soprano, Melissa King on flute, and Shelly Armstrong on piano. The concert is free but will only be livestreamed.

The second recital highlights collaboration between Miller-Niles and WSC music faculty and staff. "Sonata for Horn and Piano, op. 17" is a delightful piece filled with melodic texture. "Serenade for Piano and Flute, op. 31" contains a charming set of dance pieces. The six-song cycle "An die ferne Geliebte, op.98" expresses intense longing for a loved one. This is Beethoven’s only song cycle. "Three Marches for Piano 4-Hands, op. 45" is a brilliant, colorful masterpiece in the four-hand genre.

For more information, contact the WSC Department of Music at 402-375-7359.

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All works by Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827)

Serenade for Flute and Piano, Op. 41, with Melissa King, flute
I. Entrata: Allegro
II. Tempo ordinario d’un Menuetto
III. Allegro molto
IV. Andante con Variazioni
V. Allegro scherzando e vivace
VI. Adagio
VI. Allegro vivace e disinvolto

An die ferne Geliebte, Op. 98, with Dr. Sarah Farr, mezzo-soprano
I. Auf dem Hügel sitz ich spähend
II. Wo die Berge so blau
III. Leichte Segler in den Höhen
IV. Diese Wolken in den Höhen
V. Es kehret der Maien, es blühet die Au
VI. Nimm sie hin denn, diese Lieder

Sonata for Horn and Piano, Op. 17, with Dr. Melissa Derechailo, horn
I. Allegro moderato
II. Poco Adagio, quasi Andante
III. Rondo: Allegro moderato

Three Marches for Piano Four-Hands, Op. 45, with Shelly Armstrong, piano
I. Allegro ma non troppo
II. Vivace
III. Vivace

"An die ferne Geliebte" Translation
On the hill sit I, peering
Into the blue, hazy land,
Toward the far away pastures
Where I you, beloved, found.
Far am I, from you, parted,
Separating us are hill and valley
Between us and our peace,
Our happiness and our sorrow.
Ah! The look can you not see,
That to you so ardently rushes,
And the sighs, they blow away
In the space that separates us.
Will then nothing more be able to reach you,
Nothing be messenger of love?
I will sing, sing songs,
That to you speak of my pain!
For before the sound of love escapes every space and every time,
And a loving heart reaches,
What a loving heart has consecrated!
Where the mountains so blue
Out of the foggy gray
Look down,
Where the sun dies,
Where the cloud encircles,
I wish I were there!
There is the restful valley
Stilled are suffering and sorrow
Where in the rock
Quietly the primrose meditates,
Blows so lightly the wind,
I wish I were there!
There to the thoughtful wood
The power of love pushes me,
Inward sorrow,
Ah! This moves me not from here,
Could I, dear, by you
Eternally be!
Light veils in the heights,
And you, little brook, small and narrow,
Should my love spot you,
Greet her, from me, many thousand times.
See you, clouds, her go then,
Meditating in the quiet valley,
Let my image stand before her
In the airy heavenly hall.
If she near the bushes stands,
Now that autumn is faded and leafless,
Lament to her, what has happened to me,
Lament to her, little birds, my suffering!
Quiet west, bring in the wind
To my heart’s chosen one
My sighs, that pass
As the last ray of the sun.
Whisper to her of my love’s imploring,
Let her, little brook, small and narrow,
Truly, in your waves see
My tears without number!
These clouds in the heights,
These birds gaily passing,
Will see you, my beloved.
Take me with you on your light flight!
These west winds will play
Joking with you about your cheek and breast,
In the silky curls will dig.
I share with you this pleasure!
There to you from this hill
Busily, the little brook hurries.
If your image is reflected in it,
Flow back without delay!
May returns, the meadow blooms,
The breezes they blow so softly, so mildly,
Chattering, the brooks now run.
The swallow, that returns to her hospitable roof,
She builds, so busily, her bridal chamber,
Love must dwell there.
She brings, so busily, from all directions,
Many soft pieces for the bridal bed,
Many warm pieces for the little ones.
Now live the couple together so faithfully,
What winter has separated is united by May,
What loves, that he knows how to unite.
May returns, the meadow blooms,
The breezes they blow so softly, so mildly,
Only I cannot go away from here.
When all that loves, the spring unites,
Only to our love no spring appears,
And tears are our only consolation.
Take, then, these songs,
That I to you, beloved, sang,
Sing them again in the evenings
To the sweet sounds of the lute!
When the red twilight then moves toward the calm, blue lake,
And the last ray dies behind that hilltop;
And you sing, what I have sung,
What I, from my full heart,
Artlessly have sounded,
Only aware of its longings.
For before these songs yields,
What separates us so far,
And a loving heart reaches
For what a loving heart has consecrated.