Philip’s Favorites II Digital Concert Program
Welcome
Last year’s concert, Philip’s Favorites, provided an opportunity to present some of the marvelous music that has been performed by VocalEssence over the past 56 years. And, with 90 minutes being the time frame, many pieces had to be postponed—until Philip’s Favorites II.
VocalEssence has always been at the forefront commissioning and premiering works by established composers, near and far. Minnesota is fortunate to have a great number of composers living right here, and this year’s concerts are unique: two of the pieces you will hear today are by VocalEssence Board members, Dan Kantor and Timothy Takach! Minnesota will also be represented by Justin Merritt, Jake Runestad, and Dominick Argento (the first composer VocalEssence commissioned in 1974).
I wanted to include composers heard in earlier years as well: Gustav Holst, Charles Hubert H. Parry, Ina Boyle, and Benjamin Britten—and from Scandinavia: Jaakko Mäntyjärvi and John Høybye. There will music from Jesús López Moreno, one of our ¡Cantaré! composers from Mexico. In addition, we are thrilled to present a newly revised piece by Eric Whitacre that uses a text by Robert Frost. It is wonderful to celebrate the fact that VocalEssence has premiered more than 350 works, many of the composers appearing in person, to the delight of our singers and audiences alike.
Thank you everyone—composers, singers, commissioners, listeners, and staff—you have made this experience exciting, memorable, and unforgettable. Thanks to our guest violinist, Michael Sutton, a marvelous musician and friend for many years. A special thank you to my wife, Carolyn, and our children; your support and encouragement putting up with a musician like me has been invaluable. Now on to the concert and looking forward to season 57!
—Philip Brunelle, Artistic Director and Founder, VocalEssence
PROGRAM
THIS HAVE I DONE FOR MY TRUE LOVE
Gustav Holst (1916)
Mari Scott, soprano
MY SOUL, THERE IS A COUNTRY from SONGS OF FAREWELL
Charles Hubert H. Parry (1917)
ROSA MYSTICA (MYSTICAL ROSE) from AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM (FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF GOD)
Benjamin Britten (1939)
EASTER DAY
Dominick Argento (1989)
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Eric Whitacre (2000/2025)
A SILENCE HAUNTS ME
Jake Runestad (2018)
JESU, THOU SON OF MARY from GAELIC HYMNS
Ina Boyle (1924)
EN PAZ (AT PEACE)
Jesús López Moreno (2010)
David Gindra, bass
PSALM 151
I. WHAT A GREAT BLAST
II. WAVE UPON WAVE
III. PSALM UPON PSALM
John Høybye (2018)
Michael Sutton, violin
Erik Krogh, bass; Patty Kramer, alto; Jared Campbell, tenor
JoAnna Johnson, soprano; Kathryn Rupp, soprano
I AM GROWING FLOWERS*
Timothy Takach (2025)
RIVER HOLY
Daniel Kantor (2009)
Dakota Anderson, bass
CANTICUM CALAMITATIS MARITIMAE (MARITIME CALAMITY SONG)
Jaakko Mäntyjärvi (1997)
Jennifer Bevington, soprano; David Gindra, bass
MILES AND MILES
Justin Merritt (2014)
Michael Sutton, violin; Anna Meek, alto
*World Premiere funded by donors in honor of Philip Brunelle’s 80th birthday
Texts
THIS HAVE I DONE FOR MY TRUE LOVE
Gustav Holst (1916)
Tomorrow shall be my dancing day,
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance:
Refrain: Sing oh my love, my love, my love,
This have I done for my true love.
Then was I born of a Virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substance:
Then was I knit to man’s nature,
To call my true love to my dance: Refrain
In a manger laid and wrapped I was,
So very poor this was my chance,
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,
To call my true love to my dance: Refrain
Then afterwards baptized I was,
The Holy Ghost on me did glance,
My Father’s voice heard from above,
To call my true love to my dance: Refrain
Into the desert I was led,
Where I fasted without substance:
The Devil bade me make stones my bread,
To have me break my true love’s dance: Refrain
The Jews on me they made great suit,
And with me made great variance
Because some loved darkness better than light
To call my true love to the dance: Refrain
For thirty pence Judas me sold,
His covetousness for to advance;
Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold.
The same is he shall lead the dance: Refrain
Before Pilate the Jews me brought,
When Barabbas had deliverance;
They scourged me and set me at nought,
Judged me to die to lead the dance: Refrain
When on the cross hanged I was;
Where a spear to my heart did glance,
There issued forth both water and blood,
To call my true love to my dance: Refrain
Then down to Hell I took my way,
For my true love’s deliverance,
And rose again on the third day,
Up to my true love and the dance: Refrain
Then up to Heaven I did ascend,
Where now I dwell in sure substance,
On the right hand of God, that all
May come unto the general dance. Refrain
—Old Cornish Poem
MY SOUL, THERE IS A COUNTRY
FROM SONGS OF FAREWELL
Charles Hubert H. Parry (1917)
My soul, there is a country
far beyond the stars,
where stands a winged sentry,
all skillful in the wars:
there above noise and danger,
sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles,
and One, born in a manger
commands the beauteous files.
He is thy gracious friend,
and O my soul awake!
did in pure love descend
to die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,
there grows the flower of peace,
the rose that cannot whither,
thy fortress, and thy ease.
Leave then thy foolish rangers,
for none can thee secure
but one who never changes
thy God, thy life, thy cure.
—Henry Vaughan
ROSA MYSTICA (MYSTICAL ROSE) FROM AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM
(FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF GOD)
Benjamin Britten (1939)
In the Gardens of God, in the daylight divine,
Find me a place by thee, Mother of mine,
The Rose in a Mystery, where is it found?
Is it anything true? Does it grow upon ground?
It was made of earth’s mould, but it went from men’s eyes,
And its place is a secret, and shut in the skies.
In the Gardens of God, I shall look on thy loveliness,
Mother of mine, but where was it formerly?
Which is the spot that was blest in it once,
Though now it is not?
It is Galilee’s growth: It grew at God’s will
And broke into bloom upon Nazareth Hill.
I shall keep time with thee, Mother of mine,
Tell me the name now, tell me its name:
The heart guesses easily, is it the same?
Mary, the Virgin, well, the heart knows,
She is the Mystery, she is that Rose.
I shall come home to thee, Mother of mine.
Is Mary that Rose, then? Mary, the tree?
But the Blossom, the Blossom there, who can it be?
Who can her Rose be? Who? It could be but One:
Christ Jesus, our Lord, her God and her Son.
In the Gardens of God, daylight divine
Show me thy Son, Mother, Mother of mine,
Does it smell sweet, too, in that holy place?
Sweet unto God, and the sweetness is grace.
The breath of it bathes the great heaven above,
In grace that is charity, grace that is love.
To thy breast, to thy glory divine,
Draw me by charity, Mother of mine.
—Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
EASTER DAY
Dominick Argento (1989)
Rise Heire of fresh Eternity,
From thy Virgin Tombe:
Rise mighty man of wonders! and thy world with thee.
Thy Tombe, the universall East,
Natures new wombe,
Thy Tombe, faire Immortalities perfumed Nest.
Of all the Gloryes Make No one gay
This is the Morne.
This rocke buds forth the fountaine of the streames of Day.
In joyes white Annals live this houre,
When life was borne,
No cloud scoule on his radiant lids, no tempest lowre.
Life, by this light’s Nativity
All creatures have.
Death onely by this Dayes just Doome is forc’t to Dye;
Nor is Death forc’t; for may hee ly
Thron’d in thy Grave.
Death will on this condition be content to Dy.
—Richard Crashaw (1613?-1649)
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Eric Whitacre (2000/2025)
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.
—Robert Frost (1874-1963)
A SILENCE HAUNTS ME
Jake Runestad (2018)
Hear me, brothers—
I’ve a confession painful to make.
Six years I have endured a curse
that deepens every day. They say
that soon I’ll cease to hear the very
music of my soul. What should be
the sense most perfect in me
fails me, shames me, taunts me.
A silence haunts me.
They ask me—
Do you hear the shepherd singing
far-off soft?—Do you hear a distant
fluting dancing joyously aloft?
—No.—I think so?—No.—I
think so?—No.
God, am I Prometheus?—exiled
in chains for gifting humankind
my fire? Take my feeling—
take my sight—take my wings
midflight but let me hear the
searing roar of air before I score
the ground!
Why?—Silence is God’s reply
—and so I beg me take my life—
when lo—I hear a grace and feel
a ringing in me after all—
so now as leaves of autumn fall, I
make my mark and sign my name
and turn again to touch my flame
of music to the world, a broken
man, as best I can,
As ever,
Yours faithfully,
(—A bell? —A bell?)
Hear me,
and be well.
—after Beethoven’s Heiligenstadt Testament, byTodd Boss