Happy Hour Chamber Concerts
Welcome to Happy Hour Chamber Concerts. We present short programs of really good chamber music in an informal setting. All programs (60-75 minutes with no intermission) will be in the intimate and very pleasant sanctuary at Epiphany Lutheran Church, 790 South Corona Street, Denver on Fridays at 6 p.m. Light refreshments are available.
What people are saying.
"that was a wonderful concert - it seems the perfect format too. The timing was great too - we were able to go out after the concert, instead of having to rush through a dinner to make it in time"
"enjoyed reading the program notes in advance online, and not having to read while the performer was playing"
"We are sooooooo happy that the concert was such a success - we salute you ! "
"What a wonderful venue - the Cadmus Ensemble concert was fabulous !"
“there are plenty of reasons to be happy about the fledgling Happy Hour Chamber Concerts …the music is long on substance and the programs well thought out…a great option for people who want a musical warm-up before a nice dinner on the town…." Mark Rinaldi, Denver Post
Our Fall Season is Underway!
We're pleased to tell you what is coming for this new season. As the programs develop, we’ll give you all the details right here. There seems to be a niche for these happy hour concerts in Denver, and the performers are eager to present original hour-long performances for you. Thank you for your continued support. All concerts are at the same location and at the same time – that would be, Epiphany Lutheran Church, 790 S Corona, and 6 p.m.
4 October – Evanne Browne, Marjorie Bunday, Ben Cohen (lute) and Friends (from Seicento Baroque Ensemble) are cooking up something special for you
13 December – Denver Early Music Consort - A Medieval Feast - Amanda Balestrieri, soprano, Marjorie Bunday, Alto, Adam Ewing, baritone, Yayoi Barrack, vielle
24 January – Yayoi Barrack (our newest viola da gamba professional in Denver) and Frank Nowell, harpsichord – exciting and innovative programmers
28 March – Cadmus - Amanda Balestrieri - details to come
9 May – a string trio from BCOC – Sandra Miller, Stacy Brady and Emily Bowman – will be playing for you
Friday, 28 March, 6 p.m.
ARCADIAN DRAMA: Dialogues by Stradella and Blow
After a year’s hiatus, Cadmus returns to HHCC to present a concert of operatic cantatas, drawn from the works of Italian baroque secular cantatas, and from the English stage entertainments collected by John Playford in his Theater of Music publications:
“A Choice Collection of the newest and best Songs Sung at the Court and Public Theaters. The Words composed by the most ingenious Wits of the Age, and set to Music by the greatest Masters in that Science.”
These two works represent the love between shepherds and nymphs and explore mistrust and fidelity in musical exchanges between two characters. The action takes place between two or three singers with continuo, and is amplified by the addition of two violins and short instrumental interludes.
To punctuate the action, we will add a witty ditty from The Theater of Music, “Cupid, the slyest rogue alive,” a short self-contained song about Cupid and his mother Venus and the sting of love’s dart.
Artistic Director, Amanda Balestrieri
Guest Artistic Director, Andrus Madsen
Harpsichord generously supplied by William Adams
The Musicians: Instruments~ Alexandra Eddy, violin Elisa Wicks, violin Ann Marie Morgan, viola da gamba Voices~ Amanda Balestrieri, soprano Marjorie Bunday, alto Kenneth Donahue, bassProgram
Lasciate ch’io respiri, ombre gradite
Alessandro Stradella, 1639-1682
A pastoral dialogue between an arcadian shepherd, Tirsi, and his nymph, Licori, who both think that their feelings are unrequited and complain to each other in no uncertain terms!
(Text and translation to come)
Cupid, the slyest rogue alive
Henry Purcell, 1659-1695
A song from The Theater of Music, II, London, 1685
Cupid, the slyest rogue alive,
One day was plund'ring of a hive,
But as with too, too eager haste,
He strove the liquid sweets to taste,
A bee surpris'd the heedless boy,
Prick'd him and dash'd the expected joy.
The urchin, when he felt the smart
Of the envenom'd, angry dart,
He kick'd, he flung, he spurn'd the ground,
He blow'd, and then he chaf'd the wound,
He blow'd, and chaf'd the wound in vain,
The rubbing still increas'd the pain.
Straight to his mother's lap he hies,
With swelling cheeks and blubber'd eyes.
Cries she "What does my Cupid ail?"
When thus he told his mournful tale,
"A little bird they call a bee,
With yellow wings, see, mother, see,
How it has gor'd and wounded me!"
"And are not you," replied his mother,
"For all the world just such another,
Just such another peevish thing,
Like in bulk, and like in sting?
For when you aim a pois'nous dart
Against some poor unwary heart,
How little is the archer found,
And yet how wide, how deep the wound!"
Septimnius and Acme, Ode from Catullus
John Blow, 1649-1708
From The Theater of Music, I, London, 1685
Text from Gaius Valerius Catullus, c84-c54BC, as translated by Abraham Cowley, 1618-1667
Whilst on Septimnius's panting breast
(Meaning nothing less than rest)
Acme lean'd her loving head,
The pleas'd Septimnius thus said:
"My dearest Acme, if I be
Once alive, and love not thee
With a passion far above
All that e'er was called love;
In a Libyan desert may
I become some lion's prey;
Let him, Acme, let him tear
My breast, when Acme is not there."
The god of love, who stood by to hear him
(The god of love was always near him)
Pleas'd and tickled with the sound,
Sneez'd aloud; and all around
The little loves, that waited by,
Bow'd, and blest the augury.
Acme, enflam'd with what he said,
Rear'd her gently-bending head;
And, her purple mouth with joy
Stretching to the delicious boy,
Twice (and twice could scarce suffice)
She kissed his drunken rolling eyes.
"My little life, my all" (said she)
"So may we never servants be
To this blest god, and n'er retain
Our hated liberty again!
So may thy passion last for me,
As I a passion have for thee,
Greater and fiercer much than can
Be conceiv'd by thee a man!
It reigns not only in my heart,
But runs, like life, through every part."
She spake; the god of love aloud
Sneez'd again, and all the crowd
Of little loves that waited by,
Bow'd and blest the augury.