Voice Division Recital
WashU students in the Voice Division will perform solos, duets, and more!
Program:
Il mio bel foco by Benedetto Marcello (1686-1739)
Sophia Lu, soprano
Sandra Geary, piano
If I loved you from Carousel by Richard Rodgers (1902–1979) and Oscar Hammerstein (1895–1960)
Julianna Cool, soprano
Sandra Geary, piano
Sure on this shining night by Samuel Barber (1910-1981)
Joseph Mosby, tenor
Sandra Geary, piano
She Used to Be Mine from Waitress by Sara Bareilles (b. 1979)
Kidist Taye, mezzo soprano
Sandra Geary, piano
Sea Moods by Mildred Lund Tyson (1895-1989)
Maseo Mercer, baritone
Sandra Geary, piano
Danny Boy, Traditional Irish Tune arranged by McKay Crockett
David Donoghue, tenor
Sandra Geary, piano
Fly My to the Moon by Bart Howard (1915-2004)
Rami Hahami
Matthew Galik, piano
Mixed Signals by Rachel Foulk
Rachel Foulk
Matthew Galik, piano
Valerie by Dave McCabe (b. 1981) and Sean Payne (b. 1982)
Elliana Makovsky, mezzo soprano
Sam Patterson, piano
Soliloquy from Carousel by Richard Rodgers (1902-1979) and Oscar Hammerstein II (1895-1960)
Maxine Silverstein, baritone
Sandra Geary, piano
Fly, Fly Away from Catch Me if You Can by Marc Shaiman (b. 1959) and Scott Wittman (b. 1954)
Jennifer Li, soprano
Sandra Geary, piano
Finishing the Hat from Sunday in the Park with George by Stephen Sondheim (1930-2021)
Martín Ibarra, tenor
Sandra Geary, piano
I Can Do Better Than That from The Last Five Years by Jason Robert Brown (b. 1970)
Kyra Sorkin, soprano
Sandra Geary, piano
In Waldeseinsamkeit by Johannes Brahms (1833-1897)
Brittany Rogus, soprano
Sandra Geary, piano
On the Streets of Dublin from A Man of No Importance by Stephen Flaherty (b. 1960)
Surav Amin, tenor
Sandra Geary, piano
My Days from The Notebook by Ingrid Michaelson (b. 1979)
Danielle Bryden, soprano
Sandra Geary, piano
Translations
Il mio bel foco
My fire of love,
however far
or near I might be,
never changing,
will always be burning
for you, dear eyes.
That flame which kindled me
is so pleased with my soul
that it never dies.
And if fate entrusts me to you,
lovely rays of my beloved sun,
my soul will never be able
to long for any other light.
In Waldeseinsamkeit
I sat at your feet
in woodland solitude;
a breath of wind, a yearning,
moved through the broad treetops.
I lowered in silent struggle
my head into your lap,
and clasped my trembling hands
around your knees.
The sun went down,
all the daylight faded,
far, far, far away
a nightingale sang.