Go, Lovely Rose. Eric Whitacre. Edmund Waller. Sweetly blossoming J-C. 80 mp. Soprano. – NIL. – kwa love – ly rose mp >>. Tell her that. Alto. Tell her,_ tell her. GO, LOVELY ROSE LYRICS by ERIC WHITACRE: Go, lovely Rose- / Tell her that wastes her time and me. Check out Go Lovely Rose (Three Flower Songs) by Eric Whitacre and Eric Whitacre Singers on Amazon Music. Stream ad-free or purchase CD’s and MP3s .
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The request that the woman “suffer herself to be desired” expands upwards in sympathetic dissonance, the rose’s death casts back down the musical ranges, and Whitacre reserves powerful harmonic motions for “all things rare” and the final gaze upon the “wondrous and fair” rose.
I hide myself within my flower that wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting wear me too and angels know the rest. Licensing Santa Barbara Music Publishing. Jazz Latin New Age.
Streams Videos All Posts. Go, lovely rose Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Weiller had an ongoing tradition of including in each year’s music a different setting of Edmund Waller ‘s luscious poem, “Go, lovely rose. The very opening “Go” he sets to what will become a characteristic musical gesture, adding harmonic seconds to a tonic to gradually build an expectant tone cluster.
Were it not for Maestro David Weiller I would have had a drastically different shitacre, and it is to him, with infinite love and overwhelming gratitude, that I have dedicated dhitacre works. Tamer of dark butterflies!
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He had entered the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, expecting to end up a pop star, but joined the choir because there were few pop star options in the curriculum and because of the number of attractive women singing.
He reflects some local aspects of the text in the more urgent rhythms of “tell her,” the awed voyeuristic repeat of “graces spied,” and the literal solos springing out of the choral desert as the poet imagines the rose alone in a barren setting. Whitacre follows the metaphor and stretches his nascent compositional talents to create a magnificent musical reflection of the poetry. Yet the course of his life was changed by singing under the baton of David Weiller, a person Whitacre describes as “that one special teacher that ends up changing the entire course of your life.
Santa Barbara Music Publishing. I hide myself within my flower that fading from your vase, you, unsuspecting feel for me almost a loneliness…. Share on facebook twitter tumblr. And then I joined the choir.
David Weillerthe choral conductor at UNLV, auditioned me to sing in one of his groups and graciously accepted me into the big University chorus. The Text I Hide Myself I hide myself within my flower that wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting wear me too and angels know the rest. Introspection Late Night Partying. Drinking Hanging Out In Love. I keep along my way. The rose in the poem called forth beauty, not only from the beloved recipient of the rose, but also from the depths of Whitacre ‘s fertile and imaginative musical mind.
“GO, LOVELY ROSE” LYRICS by ERIC WHITACRE: Go, lovely Rose- Tell
The genesis of Eric Whitacre ‘s Go, lovely Rose coincides with the beginning of his own musical career. The choir performed it during Whitacre ‘s early years as a student, and then at a regional ACDA convention; a publisher snapped the piece up after that performance and a career in composition for the choral art lovelg born.
It was like seeing color for the first time, and I was regularly moved to tears during rehearsals, crushed by the impossible beauty of the work. Until the universe can fit inside my heart. The man is simply a brilliant educator and a fantastic musician, that one special teacher that ends up changing the entire course of your life.
Go, Lovely Rose Lyrics
Waller ‘s poetry takes its conceit from speaking to a rose, instructing it how to act as metaphor to the woman who will receive it, metaphor for beauty emerging into the world, and for the death of all beautiful things created. Rainy Day Relaxation Road Trip.
That she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small whitaccre part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair! Cloudburst and Other Choral Works. I became a choral geek of the highest magnitude, I mean I lived for rehearsals and performances, and through it all there was David Weiller.
I often think how lucky I was to have stumbled blindly to the place where David was teaching, and in retrospect I am struck speechless at the thought that our paths might not have crossed.
I distinctly remember how weird I thought the choir rosw were, with their embarrassing stretches and warm-ups, and undoubtedly the only reason I stayed in class that first week was because there were so many cute girls in the soprano section. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Sexy Trippy All Moods. I hide myself within my flower that fading from your vase, you, unsuspecting feel for kovely almost a loneliness… Emily Dickinson, With A Lily In Your Hand With a lily in your hand I leave you, o my night dose