– Announcer: And now, please welcome your 2025 Wisconsin High School State Honors Music Project Treble Choir conductor, Kari Adams.
[applause] ["Fecit potentiam"] [bright piano accompaniment] Fecit potentiam in brachio suo Dispersit superbos Superbos mente cordis Mente cordis sui Deposuit, deposuit Potentes de sede De sede et exaltavit Exaltavit humiles Esurientes implevit bonis Et divites dimisit inanes, inanes Suscepit Israel Suscepit Israel puerum Puerum suum Recordatus misericordiae Misericordiae suae Recordatus misericordiae suae Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros Ad patres nostros Abraham et semini ejus Et semini ejus In saecula, in saecula [piano ending notes] [audience applauds] ["Jong Jong Inai"] Jong jong jong jong jong Jong jong jong jong jong Jong inai, jong inai Jong inai, jong inai Jong inai, jong inai Rajawali [snapping] Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Semangkuk jeluk, sepinggan dadar Tak cukup pulut, tambah nasi dagang Semangkuk jeluk, sepinggan dadar Tak cukup pulut, tambah nasi dagang Jong jong jong, jong jong jong [clapping] Jong Ipong wali!
Jong hey jong hey pong Raja wali wali Jong hey jong hey pong Rajawali Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Semangkuk jeluk, sepinggan dadar Tak cukup pulut, tambah nasi dagang Semangkuk jeluk, sepinggan dadar Tak cukup pulut, tambah nasi dagang Jong jong jong, jong jong jong Jong Ipong wali!
Jong hey jong hey pong Raja wali wali Jong hey jong hey pong Rajawali Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Jong jong inai Mak Ipong Rajawali Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Sepak tunggul inai Berdarah ibu kaki Jong inai jong inai Jong inai jong inai Jong inai jong inai Jong inai jong inai Rajawali [audience applauds and cheers] ["The Reborn Sun" by Faith Zimmer] [bright piano accompaniment] Let us bless the power Of the reborn sun With all the universe Let us celebrate its return Crowned with splendor It rises, it soars The waking of the earth Is a hymn of love Seven rushing Seven rushing steeds Seven rushing Seven rushing steeds Seven rushing steeds That God scarcely holds back Ignite the horizon With their scorching breath Ignite the horizon With their scorching breath Oh, vivid sun, you appear!
Oh, vivid sun With the fields in bloom The mountains, the thick forest The vast sea set ablaze By your fire!
The universe, younger and fresher The universe, younger and fresher With morning vapors Is glistening, glistening, glistening with dew Let us bless the power Of the reborn sun With all the universe Let us celebrate Let us celebrate its return Crowned with splendor It rises Crowned with splendor It rises, it rises, it soars The waking of the earth Is a hymn of love The waking of the earth Is a hymn of love [gentle piano accompaniment] [audience applauds] ["El Vito" arr.
by Joni Jensen] Ah!
[clapping] Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va Yo no quiero que me miren Que me pongo color Yo no quiero que me miren Que me pongo color Las solteras son de oro Las casadas son de plata Las solteras son de oro Las casadas son de plata Las viuditas son de cobre Y las viejas de hojalata Las viuditas son de cobre Y las viejas de hojalata [clapping] Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va No me mires a la cara Que me pongo color Yo no quiero que me mires Que me vas a enamorar Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
[gentle piano accompaniment] Una malaguea fue a Sevilla A ver los toros Una malaguea fue a Sevilla A ver los toros Y en la mitad del camino La cautivaron los moros Y en la mitad del camino La cautivaron los moros Las solteras son de oro Las casadas son de plata Las solteras son de oro Las casadas son de plata Las viuditas son de cobre Y las viejas de hojalata Las viuditas son de cobre Y las viejas de hojalata Con el vi, con el vi Con el vi, con el vi Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va Yo no quiero que me miren Que me pongo color Yo no quiero que me miren Que me pongo color Ah!
Ah!
[trilling] Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va Con el vito vito vito Con el vito vito va Ah!
Ah!
La!
[stomp] [audience applauds and cheers] - Kari Adams: Good evening.
We hope that you are enjoying our program so far.
We are going to move into a piece called "Serpents and Stone."
This is a piece written in Greek, and it's a retelling of the Medusa myth.
And we were so incredibly fortunate to get to work with the incredible composer of this piece over the summer and also to have her join us today, Kara Stacy Bedwell.
We are so grateful to you for this piece, and we're excited to share it with you all tonight.
This is "Serpents and Stone."
[audience applauds] ["Serpents and Stone" by Kara Stacy Bedwell] Prosoch, prseche ton!
Trekse se mena, prseche ton!
Prosoch, prseche ton!
Trekse se mena, prseche ton!
Prosoch, prseche ton!
Trekse se mena, prseche ton!
Prosoch, prseche ton!
Trekse se mena, prseche ton!
Prosoch, prseche ton!
Iprksa pists Trekse se mena Iprksa ksios Prosoch, prseche ton!
Lipsu me!
Trekse se mena Lipsu me!
Prosoch, prseche ton!
Iprksa pists Prosoch, prseche ton!
Iprksa ksios Prosoch, prseche ton!
Lipsu me!
Prosoch, prseche ton!
Lipsu me!
Iprksa pists Tras, Tras Iprksa ksios Tras, Tras Athena, apantese mu Tha se prostatpso Tha tus kno na se fovithun Tha ese thiktos Tha ese thiktos Asfals kai mnos Asfals kai mnos Kira ton fidin kei tis ptras Asfals kai mnos Asfals kai mnos Kira ton fidin kei tis ptras Asfals kai mnos Asfals kai mnos Trekse ap aftin prseche tin!
Prosoch, prseche tin!
Kira ton fidin kei tis ptras Asfals kai mnos Asfals kai mnos Asfals kai mnos Asfals kai mnos Tras, Tras Prseche tin!
Tras, Tras Prseche tin!
Kira ton fidin kei tis ptras Medusa!
Medusa!
Prseche tin!
[audience applauds and cheers] - The text that you heard at the end of that piece, the "asfals kai mnos," means "safe and alone."
Safe and alone, I love the way that Kara said it, as we have increasing intensity of the "S" sounds as the snakes form in Medusa's-- on Medusa's hair.
And so, we follow that idea of safe and alone with a setting of the Wendell Berry text "Peace of Wild Things," joined by Sarah Lidholm on the viola.
["The Peace of Wild Things" by Sean Ivory] Ooooh [gentle viola accompaniment] Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh When despair for the world grows in me And I wake in the night at the least sound In fear of what my life And my children's lives may be In fear of what my life And my children's lives may be I go and lie down And lie down Where the wood drake rests Wood drake rests In his beauty on the water On the water His beauty on the water And the great heron feeds The water, the water [gentle piano accompaniment] I come into the peace of wild things I come into the peace of wild things Who do not tax their minds With forethought of grief I come into the presence of still water And I feel above me the day-blind stars Waiting with their light Waiting with their light Waiting, waiting Waiting, waiting Peace, peace Peace For a time I rest In the grace of the world And am free Free, free, free Free [audience applauds] - Kari: I am at a loss for words when I try to encapsulate to you the gratitude that I feel for being invited to be part of this incredible event, for the incredible musicians who are behind me, who have become a true community and ensemble, who have welcomed me graciously, and who will live in my hearts forever.
I'm so grateful for each of you.
Thank you for everything that you have done over the summer, over this weekend, and in between.
To all of the teachers in the audience who helped prepare them, who helped instill in them this love of choral music, I'm so grateful to you, to parents and guardians who raised these incredible humans.
It's so much more important to me that I work with people who are good people, and that's what I've experienced here is just incredible musicianship, but so much more importantly, just genuinely wonderful people, and I'm so grateful to you for sharing them with me.
I'm so thankful to Jaimie, my wonderful coordinator, to all of our section coaches, for the wonderful experience that they've given me and the support that they've provided to each of these singers.
Whenever I go to do an event like this, I'm always unsure who I'm gonna be working closely with for a large portion of rehearsals and for performance.
And I won the lottery when I got to work with Kira Morrissey.
She is an incredible musician and artist and pianist and also collaborator.
Such a collaborative spirit.
I'm so grateful to have gotten to share this experience with you.
[applause] We're gonna close with two pieces back to back.
The first is "In Her Image" by Katerina Gimon, which is a piece about finding yourself and about finding community, and I think really encapsulates for me this experience that I've had with these musicians over the summer and now.
And we'll go straight from that into "Sing Out, My Soul" by Marques Garrett.
We hope you have enjoyed our program and our final two pieces.
Thank you.
[audience applauds] ["In Her Image" by Katerina Gimon] Dun da day ah dun da day ah dah Dun da day ah dun da day ah dah Dun da day ah dun da day ah dah Dun da day ah dun da day ah dah I caught a glimpse of her image In my garden And for weeks Tilled sand, silt, and soil Losing myself to the earth To the earth, to the earth Still I could not root her there Still I could not root her I caught a glimpse of her image Glimpse of her image In a nearby glade For hours I rushed past The thin limbs of trees Confusing my breath My breath With their whispering You will never reach her there You will never reach her, never reach her You will never You will never reach her there Never reach her, never reach her Never reach her there I rushed as far as a far-off cataract And caught a silver glimpse Of her image there, her image there I rushed as far as a far-off cataract And caught a silver glimpse of her image there How many times my arms parted its waters Relentless waters that declined To release her there I caught a glimpse of her image In a fountain With a frantic hand I split the stillness To retrieve her there I had all but lost her image I had all but lost her image I had all but lost her image I had all but lost her image Lost her image Lost her image I had all but lost her image Lost her image I had all but lost her image Lost her image When something in me settled I had all but lost her image Something in me settled And glanced back As if it were simply this She had been waiting for Or as if I too had waited And been patient there Dun da day ah dun da day ah dah And been patient there Dun da day ah dun da day ah dah And been patient there I caught a glimpse of her image I caught a glimpse of her image And been patient there ["Sing Out, My Soul!"
by Marques Garrett] - Sing out!
Sing, my soul!
Sing songs of joy!
[all speaking joyfully] [bright piano accompaniment] Sing out, sing out, sing out Sing out, sing out, sing out Sing out, sing out, sing out Sing out!
Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul Your songs of joy Sing out, my soul Your songs of joy Sing as a happy bird will sing Sing as a happy bird will sing Beneath a rainbow's lovely arch Beneath a rainbow's lovely arch In early spring Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul!
[bright piano accompaniment] Think not of death Strive not for gold Think not of death Strive not for gold Strive not for gold Train up your mind to feel content What matters then how low your store?
It matters not, it matters not Content What matters then how low your store?
What we enjoy, and not possess Makes rich or poor Makes rich or poor Makes rich or poor Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul!
Sing out, my soul Your songs of joy Sing out, my soul Your songs of joy Sing as a happy bird will sing Sing as a happy bird will sing Beneath a rainbow's lovely arch Beneath a rainbow's lovely arch In early spring Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, my soul Sing out, sing out, sing out!
Sing out, sing out, sing out!
Sing out, sing out, sing out!
[piano crescendo] Sing out, my soul!
[audience applauds and cheers]
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