Musica Bella Concerts
Musica Bella Orchestra Season Series Concerts Nos. 23 and 24 |
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PROGRAM NOTES (Excerpt) by Thomas Crane (Please click here for complete program notes, as well as bios and photos of the musicians) |
Arias. The duet for soprano and alto or mezzo-soprano (“So ist mein Jesus nun gefangen”) occurs near the end of the first part of the St. Matthew Passion. As Jesus is led away after his arrest, the two soloists mourn the event while the chorus (not used in today’s concert) interrupts with angry outbursts of “Let him go! Stop! Don’t bind him!” So ist mein Jesus nun gefangen Mond und Licht Ist vor Schmerzen untergangen; Weil mein Jesus ist gefangen. Sie führen ihn, er ist bebunden. My Jesus is a captive now. Moon and light have gone for sorrow, because my Jesus is a captive. They lead him away, he is in chains. Each of Bach’s church cantatas (he composed an estimated 500, of which 200 survive) is keyed to the scripture reading for a particular day of the church year, and serves as a musical commentary on that text. Cantata 57, for the second day of Christmas (the feast of St. Stephen, the first Christian martyr), expresses a longing for union with Jesus through death in the aria “Ich ende behende mein irdisches Leben” (“I quickly end my earthly life”). Ich ende behende mein irdisches Leben, Mit Freuden zu scheiden verland ich itzt eben. Mein Heiland, ich sterbe mit höchster Begier, Hier hast du die Seele, was schenkest du mir? Forever to sever the shackles that bind me, Light-hearted depart I with troubles behind me. My Savior, I perish, from care I am free, My soul do I give Thee; what givest Thou me? Cantata 58, for the Feast of the Circumcision (January 5), conjures up the terror attendant on Herod’s pursuit of the infant Jesus and the flight into Egypt; the aria “Ich bin vergnügt in meinem Leiden” (“I take pleasure in my pain”) affirms confidence in God’s protection. Ich bin vergnügt in meinem Leiden, Denn Gott ist meine Zuversicht. Ich habe sichern Brief und Siegel, Und dieses ist der feste Riegel, Den bricht die Hölle selber nicht. Content am I in mine affliction For God is all my trust and joy. I have it writ in clearest letters, Far stronger than a thousand fetters, Which Hell itself cannot destroy. |
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