Symposium 99 - Bach’s Violin
The Voice of Bach's Violin
Sunday, 23 October 2011 @ 5:00pm
Monday, 24 October 2011 @ 5:00pm
Program
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Sonata for Violin and Harpsichord in G Major, BWV 1019
Allegro
Largo
Allegro (harpsichord solo)
Adagio
Allegro
Johann Sebastian Bach
1685-1750 -
“Ich geh und suche mit Verlangen”
Aria for Baritone and Organ Obbligato from Cantata 49
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"Wer Mich Liebet, Der Wird Mein Wort Halten"
Aria for Baritone and Violin Obbligato from Cantata 59
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Sonata for Violin and Harpsichord in C Minor, BWV 1017
Largo
Allegro
Adagio
Allegro - INTERMISSION
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"Bist du bei mir"
arranged for harpsichord solo by Albert Fuller
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“Hier, in meines Vaters Stätte”
Aria for Baritone and Violin Obbligato from Cantata 32
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Sonata for Violin and Harpsichord in A Major, BWV 1015
Dolce
Allegro
Andante un poco
Presto
Musicians
- Mark Steinberg Violin
- Christòpheren Nomura Baritone
- Ilya Poletaev harpsichord & fortepiano
- Ezra Seltzer Cello
Photos
Recordings
A Poem
THE STILLNESS OF THE WORLD AFTER BACH, by James Roe
to Lars Gustaffson
Early morning delivery trucks
rumble and hiss on the street below.
Cars whoosh in the rain,
their breaks sounding like piccolos.
(Didn't John Cage say that the modern sound
of silence is the noise of traffic?)
Faint strains of last night's recital
arise through the din: Bach's
Sonata for Harpsichord and Violin in A Minor.
The three voices of the opening canon
wend together like polyphonic flâneurs.
(A trio, Bach said, for two.)
In the kitchen, my tea-
kettle shrieks for relief.
Dogs bark and doors slam;
a train bays at the disappearing moon.
And Bach's notes balance on the finger tips
of my memory before taking
flight into the pink daybreak.
Early morning delivery trucks
rumble and hiss on the street below.
Cars whoosh in the rain,
their breaks sounding like piccolos.
(Didn't John Cage say that the modern sound
of silence is the noise of traffic?)
Faint strains of last night's recital
arise through the din: Bach's
Sonata for Harpsichord and Violin in A Minor.
The three voices of the opening canon
wend together like polyphonic flâneurs.
(A trio, Bach said, for two.)
In the kitchen, my tea-
kettle shrieks for relief.
Dogs bark and doors slam;
a train bays at the disappearing moon.
And Bach's notes balance on the finger tips
of my memory before taking
flight into the pink daybreak.