The Crowell will waltz us into the new year on Saturday, January 4 at 4 PM with “A Vienna New Year’s” Concert with a return engagement of the Diva and the Fiddler– Diana Jacklin, soprano, Hartmut Ometzburger, violin and pianist Thomas Enman–performing Viennese waltzes, operetta and cabaret.
The Diva and the Fiddler have returned from Vienna for the Holidays. They were with us in November and gave an exceptional performance then. This program promises to show more of their virtuosity and range.
Ticket information: Tickets for $25 general, and $15 students and children under 12, can be purchased online by visiting www.thecrowellchapel.com; on the Crowell Chapel Facebook page; at Manchester-by-the-Sea local stores including Nor’East Frameworks, North Coast Too! and by calling Woody Kelly at 617–755-9299.
A Medley of Viennese Waltzes
Joseph Lanner, the father of the Viennese waltz, (1801–1843)
Johann Strauss, the king of the Viennese waltz, (1825–1899)
Vilja-Lied from The Merry Widow Franz Lehár (1870–1948)
A hunter sees a wood-maiden and longs for her. The wood-maiden beguiles the hunter into her cave, and he is loved and kissed more than any other earthly creature. Then, she vanishes, and the hunter is left alone to pine for her.
Czardas Vittorio Monti (1868–1922)
Meine Lippen, sie küssen so heiss from Giuditta Franz Lehár (1870–1948)
My lips, they give so fiery a kiss; my limbs, they are supple and white; it is written for me in the stars: “Thou shalt kiss! Thou shalt love!” My feet, they glide and float; my eyes, they lure and glow, And I dance as if entranced, because I know, my lips, they give so fiery a kiss.
Midnight Bells Richard Heuberger (1850–1914) trans. F. Kreisler
Wien, du Stadt meiner Träume Rudolf Sieczynski (1879–1952)
Vienna, you alone are the city of my dreams.
Air Carl Goldmark (1830–1915)
Liebesleid Fritz Kreisler (1875–1962)
Marche miniature viennois
Cabaret Songs from One Touch of Venus Kurt Weill (1900–1950)
I’m a Stranger Here Myself
Auld Lang Syne Scottish Melody
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.