SoBe Institute of the Arts Presents Ancient Voices Of Children 4/1-3/11

Friday, APRIL 1 – 8:00PM – CONCERT – “Ancient Voices of Children”
Sunday, April 3 7:00PM – CONCERT – “Ancient Voices of Children”
Little Stage Theater at SoBe Arts
2100 Washington Avenue
Miami Beach, Florida 33139

These semi-staged concerts are free and open to the public, but seating is limited. Advanced seating reservations are available to donors (at any level) of “The Annual Giving Campaign for SoBe Arts.” For more information, or to make a donation, go to
http://www.sobearts.org/SupportUs.html

A Rare Staged Concert:
“ANCIENT VOICES OF CHILDREN”
A Cycle of Songs on Texts by Federico Garcia Lorca
Music by George Crumb
& other works by American Composers, plus Prelude for Garcia Lorca.

With Rebekah Diaz, soprano – Rebecca Duren, “boy” soprano – John Weisberg, oboe/harmonica – Rafael Ramirez, mandolin – Deborah Fleisher, harp – Viktor Nikolov, electric piano/toy piano – Mark Schubert, percussion – Simon Gomez, percussion – Gustavo Matamoros, musical saw – Robert Chumbley, conductor& Merry Jo Cortada, actress/narrator – Carson Kievman, director

“In Ancient Voices of Children, as in my earlier Lorca settings, I have sought musical images that enhance and reinforce the powerful, yet strangely haunting imagery of Lorca’s poetry. I feel that the essential meaning of this poetry is concerned with the most primary things: life, death, love, the smell of the earth, the sounds of the wind and the sea. These “ur-concepts” are embodied in a language which is primitive and stark, but which is capable of infinitely subtle nuance. In a lecture entitled Theory and Function of the “Duende”, Lorca has, in fact, identified the essential characteristic of his own poetry. Duende (untranslatable, but roughly: passion, élan, bravura in its deepest, most artistic sense) is for Lorca “all that has dark sounds … This ‘mysterious power that everyone feels but that no philosopher has explained’ is in fact the spirit of the earth … All one knows is that it burns the blood like powdered glass, that it exhausts, that it rejects all the sweet geometry one has learned …” George Crumb

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