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SUNDAY JULY 26
4:OOpm

Martha’s Vineyard Chamber Music Society

Old Whaling Church, Edgartown

Emi Ferguson & Jacob Rhodebeck

I’ve always been drawn to musical storytellers. Three of my favorite musical storytellers, Franz Schubert, classical music’s poet of song, Harry Burleigh, the composer who bridged the spiritual and the art song, and American balladeer Woody Guthrie, are united in their devotion to capturing people, places, and emotions in music. All gave voice to “ordinary people” and their struggles, Guthrie through folk ballads of workers and migrants, Schubert through lieder that elevated millers, wanderers, and lovers into archetypes, and Burleigh through his art songs and spiritual settings that wove African American musical traditions into the fabric of Western classical music. Individually considered the King of art song, the King of the spiritual, and the King of the ballad, at their core, their music is about connection and storytelling.

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In 1941, Guthrie was hired as an influencer of sorts by the Bonneville Power Administration in Portland Oregon to help publicize the construction of dams along the Columbia River. Given a car and driver, he toured the region, writing songs that highlighted both the beauty of the landscape and the promise of public power. Inspired by the places and people he met in the Pacific Northwest, Guthrie composed a twenty-six song “cycle” of sorts within a single month, including Roll On Columbia, Grand Coulee Dam, and Pastures of Plenty.

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The best-known song from Guthrie’s cycle is Roll On, Columbia, Roll On.  Written in 1941, it became the official folk song of Washington State in 1987, despite it’s original lyrics that white-wash native history and ignore the devastating impact of the dams on Native people. Guthrie would later retract those verses, and performances today omit and replace them, focusing entirely on the celebration of the dams and ignoring their cultural and environmental impact on the people who have called the Columbia River home for centuries. 

 

Guthrie set his words to a familiar tune of the time that, like Müller’s poems for Schubert, binds love and despair to the image of the river: Lead Belly’s Goodnight, Irene. Lead Belly sings of his heartbreak with lines such as: “Sometimes I have a great notion to jump in the river and drown; / If Irene turns her back on me, I’m gonna take morphine and die.” Some trace Goodnight, Irene to English ballad traditions, but its more direct lineage is Irene, Goodnight (1892) by Gussie Lord Davis, one of Tin Pan Alley’s first Black songwriters. Many artists have covered it, including Frank Sinatra, Johnny Cash, and The Weavers, with the most surprising cover by the children’s singer Raffi, who kept the chorus but replaced the verses with gentle images of animals going to sleep. But in the original, the desperation of love scorned echoes that of Schubert’s miller in Die schöne Müllerin. 

 

In Schubert’s Die schöne Müllerin, Woody Guthrie’s Columbia River Ballads, and Lead Belly's Goodnight Irene, the river is central, a metaphor as well as a source of life, and a symbol of power.  And from within Die schöne Müllerin, Schubert borrowed for his Introduction and Variations for flute and piano. This work is my favorite piece in the flute and piano repertoire (dare I say!)  Performances often focus on the virtuosity required of the players, but I’ve always been more interested in the darkness that dwells within the piece. Based on the eighteenth song from the song cycle Die schöne Müllerin, in Trockne Blumen (Dry Flowers), we find our wandering protagonist devastated and contemplating his own death after the miller’s daughter turns her affections to a hunter in green. The once-bright color green becomes a tormenting reminder of betrayal, and his thoughts spiral toward fantasies of the grave, foreshadowing the final songs of the cycle, where he finds solace in the brook that ultimately claims him. The withered flowers she once gave him will fade with him, yet nature, indifferent to his grief, will bloom again each spring, setting his fragile humanity against the relentless renewal of the natural world.

 

Composers and musicians have long reused familiar melodies as the foundation for new songs, relying on the recognition of a well-known tune to carry fresh words and meanings. The ballad Pretty Polly, transmitted through oral tradition and popularized through recording by Dock Boggs in 1927, exemplifies the Anglo-American murder ballad’s preoccupation with betrayal, mortality, and moral reckoning. Its melody provided the basis for Woody Guthrie’s Pastures of Plenty (1941) written during his month-long employment by the Bonneville Power Administration in Portland Oregon. Guthrie’s adaptation shifts the focus to collective struggle, amplifying the voices of migrant workers who labored across the American West, enduring harsh climates, instability traveling from harvest to harvest, and economic precarity in hopes of a better life. Here, the ballad form becomes a vehicle for social critique, a collective testimony of displacement and survival within the geography of the Columbia River and Depression-era agriculture.

 

Schubert’s Auf dem Flusse (On the river) (1827), from Winterreise, represents yet another mode of testimonial song. Setting Wilhelm Müller’s poetry, Schubert turns a frozen river into a metaphor of grief, the protagonist engraving his sorrow onto the ice that harbours turbulence beneath the surface. His wanderer becomes an “everyman,” embodying inner loss and disorientation that resonate beyond his own narrative. Where Pretty Polly tells of love turned violent and Guthrie recasts the same melody to voice displacement and labor, Schubert combines the two with a focus on the inner life of a solitary wanderer.

 

The sense of displacement that marks Schubert’s wanderers in his songs also haunts one of his most famous instrumental pieces, the Apeggione Sonata. Schubert wrote the Sonata shortly after completing Die schöne Müllerin and  theTrockne Blumen Variations. Heard in this light, the piece can feel like a prelude or reflection of the cycle, foreshadowing the landscapes of yearning, loss, and fragile beauty. Its three movements unfold like a compressed drama of pastoral visions, nocturnal reverie, and folk dance, always shadowed by melancholy and instability. Nature is everywhere in this work, sunlight, shadow, folk dances, night songs, as though the entire sonata a landscape traversed in song.

 

Composed at the request of another friend and virtuoso, Vincenz Schuster, the leading (and perhaps only) virtuoso of a brand-new instrument called the arpeggione, Schubert’s Arpeggione Sonata is both a curiosity of instrumental history and one of the composer’s most haunting, and problematic works of chamber music. The arpeggione, essentially a hybrid of guitar and cello with six strings, frets, and guitar tuning but played between the knees like a bowed instrument, was part of an early 19th-century wave of experimentation in instrument design (and would make a killer folk instrument!) Spurred by the Romantic appetite for new timbres and a growing bourgeois culture eager for music-making at home, this era led us to the modern piano, the saxophone, redesigned woodwinds, and fleeting inventions like the arpeggione. Contemporary accounts often compared its sound not to strings, but to winds, basset horn and english horn, emphasizing its vocal quality which is at the fore in Schubert's writing.

 

The instrument itself enjoyed only the briefest of fads and had already slipped into obscurity when Schubert’s Sonata was rediscovered and published in 1871. Today it survives through adaptation: violinists, violists, cellists, double bassists, flute players, and clarinetists have all taken up the piece, each gaining and losing something in translation. The original is notoriously difficult and unique as the arpeggione has a range that spans the low cello register and the extreme upper reaches of the violin, making it a fun challenge to adapt to other melodic instruments with smaller ranges. 

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Folks who know me though, know that I love the challenge of adapting a piece of music that I love for my instrument. And when you've got a really good song, it's no challenge at all.

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Harry Burleigh, a key figure in American musical preservation, is often celebrated for his arrangements of spirituals, but his Five Songs of Laurence Hope (1915) show his deep engagement with late-Romantic song traditions. I fell in love with this work and though I can’t sing them, they sound fantastic on the flute. Set against Hope’s evocative text, Burleigh’s writing is lush and romantic with rich and vivid imagery that comes through even without the text. He creates a series of intensely expressive miniatures that reveal his acute sensitivity to text and his ability to shape melody as emotional speech. Voice and accompaniment move together as equal storytellers, creating songs of longing, sensuality, and introspective beauty.

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Though rarely heard on the same stage, these works share a deep kinship. Burleigh, encouraged by Antonín DvoÅ™ák during his years at the National Conservatory, pioneered the presentation of African American spirituals as art song, carrying forward generations of memory and struggle through a language both personal and collective. Schubert’s songs trace the intimate journeys of everyday figures searching for love, belonging, and meaning, often through vivid natural imagery of rivers, forests, and storms that blur the boundaries between outer world and inner life. Like Schubert and Burleigh, Guthrie drew inspiration from the landscapes and people around him as he traveled across the United States. Together, they remind us that song has long been a vessel for human experience. For reflecting the beauty of nature, for voicing the hardships of migration, and for illuminating the universal search for belonging and meaning, whether alongside a riverbank, in the shadow of mountains, or beneath the trees.

PROGRAM

Franz Schubert (1797-1828)

Arpeggione Sonata D. 281

I. Allegro moderato

Ambrogio Lorenzetti 

Effects of Good Government in the City (1338–39) 

Sienna, Italy

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Franz Schubert / J.B.F. Wright

Morgenguß (Morning Greeting) / Precious Memories

MORNING GREETING

Wilhelm Müller, translated by Jeremy Sams

 

All I did was say "Good morning" 

But then you turned your face away

As if you'd cause to fear me 

 

Is my regard so hard to bear 

That you'd be happier anywhere

Than standing somewhere near me

Than standing somewhere near me,

Anywhere near me?

 

Must | look on in secrecy 

Or wait until you notice me 

Or hide away till you find me 

 

Or maybe you're the sort of star

I have to worship from afar 

Or else your light will blind me 

Or else your light will blind me

Your light will blind me.

 

No, I'll be glad to wait for you 

Your golden hair, your eyes of blue 

Your smile, so soft, so dreamy

 

One day you'll taste the morning air 

And notice that I'm standing there

I'll wait until you see me

I'll wait until you see me

Until you see me.

 

"Good morning" you will say to me.

And if today it's not to be 

I'll wait until tomorrow.

 

The meadow lark is on the wing 

My lady, can't you hear it sing 

Of love's joy and sorrow 

Of love's joy and sorrow

Joy and sorrow.


 

PRECIOUS MEMORIES

J.B.F. Wright

 

Precious memories, unseen angels

Sent from somewhere to my soul

How they linger, ever near me

And the sacred past unfolds

 

Precious memories, how they linger

How they ever flood my soul

In the stillness, of the midnight

Precious sacred scenes unfold

Harry Burleigh (1866-1949)

Five Songs of Laurence Hope (1915)

I. Worth While

II. The Jungle Flower

III. Kashmiri Song

IV. Amoung the Fuchsias

V. Till I Wake

About Laurence Hope, aka Adela Florence Nicolson Cory, aka Violet Nicolson

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Born in Gloucestershire, the British poet Adela Florence Cory, pen name Laurence Hope, was raised by extended family in England after her father, a colonel in the army, was posted to Lahore, India. At 16 Cory joined her father and two sisters in India, where they edited the Sind Gazette. Both of Cory’s sisters went on to pursue literary careers; her elder sister, Isabell, took over the editorship of the Sind Gazette upon their father’s death, and her younger sister, Annie Sophie, published more than 20 popular novels under the pseudonym Victoria Cross.
 
At age 23, Adela married Colonel Malcolm Hassels Nicolson of the Bombay army, traveling with him as he served and eventually settling in Mhow, India, upon his promotion to the rank of general. In 1900, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson, who also used the name Violet Nicolson, began to publish her poetry under the pseudonym Laurence Hope. Hope’s formal verse, steeped in the Indian landscape and Sufi symbolism, often assumes the voices of Indian dancers and slaves to engage themes of passionate love and loss. Her first collection, The Garden of Kama (1901), was initially presented as a translation and arrangement, rather than the original poetry it was later revealed to be.
 
Between 1900 and 1904 she resided in England, South Africa, and India. In 1904 her husband died during a medical operation; two months later, at the age of 39, she died by suicide. Acquaintance Thomas Hardy wrote her obituary for the Athenaeum.
 
Hope left a posthumously published collection, Last Poems: Translations from the Book of Indian Love (1905). Her son, Malcolm Josceline Nicolson, later edited Selected Poems from the Indian Love Lyrics of Laurence Hope (1922).
 
During her lifetime, Hope received significant critical and popular attention. Her contemporary, British composer Amy (née Ward) Woodforde-Finden, set lines from The Garden of Kama to music as the popular Indian Love Lyrics (1903). Woodforde-Finden also set to music parts of Hope’s second collection, Stars of the Desert (1903).
 
Hope is buried at Saint Mary’s Cemetery in Madras, India.

WORTH WHILE

Adela Florence Cory

 

I asked of my desolate shipwrecked soul

“Wouldst thou rather never have met

The one whom thou lovedst beyond control

And whom thou adorest yet?”

Back from the senses, the heart, the brain,

Came the answer swiftly thrown,

“What matter the price? We would pay it again,

We have had, we have loved, we have known!”


 

THE JUNGLE FLOWER

Adela Florence Cory

 

Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair,
Palest amber, perfect lines, and scented with champa flower.
Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair;
Sweet thou art and loved — ay, loved — for an hour.

 

But thought flies far, ah, far, to another breast,
Whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower,
Where wind the azure veins that my lips caressed
When Fate was gentle to me for a too-brief hour.


 

KASHMIRI SONG

Adela Florence Cory

 

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
Where are you now? [Who lies beneath your spell?]1
Whom do you lead on Rapture’s roadway, far,
Before you agonise them in farewell?

 

Oh, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains,
Holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell,
How the hot blood rushed wildly through the veins
Beneath your touch, until you waved farewell.

 

Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I would have rather felt you round my throat,
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!


 

AMOUNG THE FUCHSIAS

Adela Florence Cory

 

Call me not to a secret place
When daylight dies away,
Tempt me not with thine eager face
And words thou shouldst not say.
Entice me not with a child of thine,
Ah, God, if such might be,
For surely a man is half divine
Who adds another link to the line
Whose last link none may see.

 

Call me not to the Lotus lake
That drooping fuchsias hide,
What if my latent youth awakes
And will not be denied?
Ah, tempt me not for I am not strong
(Thy mouth is a budded kiss)
My days are empty, my nights are long.
Ah, why is a thing so sweet so wrong,
As thy temptation is?


 

TILL I WAKE

Adela Florence Cory

 

When I am dying, lean over me tenderly, softly…

Stoop, as the yellow roses droop

In the wind from the south;

So I may when I wake – if there be an awakening –

Keep what lulled me to sleep –

The touch of your lips on my mouth.

Harry Burleigh

My Lord What A Morning

MY LORD WHAT A MORNING

Traditional

 

My Lord, what a morning;

My Lord, what a morning;

Oh, my Lord, what a morning,

When the stars begin to fall,

When the stars begin to fall.

 

You’ll hear the trumpet sound,
To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God’s right hand,
When the stars begin to fall.

 

You’ll hear the sinner cry,
To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God’s right hand,
When the stars begin to fall. 

 

You’ll hear the Christian shout,
To wake the nations underground,
Looking to my God’s right hand,
When the stars begin to fall. Refrain

Woody Guthrie / Franz Schubert

Pastures of Plenty / Auf dem Flusse

PASTURES OF PLENTY

Woody Guthrie

 

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

 

California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Strawberries cherries and apples the best

In that land full of plenty, the Pacific Northwest.

 

Look down in the Canyon and there you will see

Grand Coulee dam showers her blessings on me

My land I’ll defend with my life if it be

For my pastures of plenty must always be free

 

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground ‘neath the light of the moon

We picked in your cotton, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light sparkling wine

 

It takes home loving mothers and strong hearted men

Every state in the Union us migrants have been

‘Long the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind

 

It's always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free


 

ON THE RIVER

Wilhelm Müller, translated by Jeremy Sams

 

All of your watery music

Your rush and gush and boom

Have shuddered into silence

As silent as the tomb

 

Now ice as thick as granite

Has muted ev’ry sound

You’re lying cold and lifeless

A corpse upon the ground

 

The perfect icy surface

To scratch her faithless name

The date when first I met her

The day, the hour I came

And then the day of parting

The final date of all

With other dates on top of these

A wild and whirling scrawl

 

My god

This frozen river

Is everything I know.

A cold unfeeling surface

With liquid fire below

Lead Belly

Goodnight Irene

GOOD NIGHT IRENE

Lead Belly

 

Irene, goodnight

Irene, goodnight

Goodnight, Irene, goodnight, Irene

I'll get you in my dreams

 

Last Saturday night I got married,
Me and my wife settled down.
Now me and my wife are parted,
I'm gonna take a little walk downtown.
    Goodnight, Irene...

 

Sometimes I live in the country,
Sometimes I live in the town.
Sometimes I take a great notion
To jump into the river and drown.
    Goodnight, Irene...

 

Stop your ramblin', hey, stop your gamblin',
Stop staying out late at night.
Go home to your wife and your family,
Stay there by the fireside bright.
    Goodnight, Irene...

 

I love Irene, God knows I do,
Love her till the seas run dry.
And if Irene should turn me down,
I'll take morphine and die.
    Goodnight, Irene...

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I asked your mother for you,
She said you was untrue;
I wish to God I'd'a never seen your face,
I'm sorry you ever was born.
    Goodnight, Irene...

 

You caused me to weep, you caused me to mourn,
You caused me to leave my home.
But the very last words I heard you say,
I want you to sing one more song.

Franz Schubert

Introduction and Variations on Trockne Blumen, D. 802

TROCKNE BLUMEN

Wilhelm Müller, translated by Jeremy Sams

 

You lovely flowers the flowers she gave

You'll lie besides me when I'm in my grave 

I know you know me, I know you can see 

The secret pain at the heart of me 

You should be withered and old and dry 

And yet you're wet, can you tell me why?

 

Despite the plentiful tears I shed

Like your love, your flowers will always be dead 

For spring and winter may come and may go 

But withered flowers will never grow 

So sleep by me in my lonely grave

You lovely flowers, the flow'rs she gave

 

But should she ever be wand'ring nearby 

And think of me with a tearful eye 

I'd tell my flowers, "appear, appear, 

The winter is over and springtime is here"

 

Yes should she ever be wand'ring nearby 

And think of me with a tearful eye

 I'd tell my flowers, "appear, appear, 

The winter is over and springtime is here"

 

I'd tell my flowers, "appear, appear, 

For winter is over and springtime is here"

Harry Burleigh

Deep River

DEEP RIVER

Traditional

 

Deep river,

My home is over Jordan.

Deep river, Lord,

I want to cross over into campground.

 

Oh, don't you want to go,

To the Gospel feast;

That Promised Land,

Where all is peace?

 

Oh, deep river, Lord,

I want to cross over into campground.

ABOUT THE ARTISTS

EMI FERGUSON

A 2023 recipient of the Avery Fisher Career Grant, Emi Ferguson can be heard live in concerts and festivals with groups including AMOC*, Ruckus, the Handel and Haydn Society, the New York New Music Ensemble, the Manhattan Chamber Players, and as the music director of Camerata Pacifica Baroque. She is the founder of Exquisite Corpse, a collective dedicated to music that resists easy categorization.

Her recordings celebrate her fascination with reinvigorating music and instruments of the past for the present. Her debut album, Amour Cruel, an indie-pop song cycle inspired by the music of the 17th-century French court, spent  four weeks on the classical, classical crossover, and world music Billboard charts. Her 2019 album Fly the Coop: Bach Sonatas and Preludes debuted at #1 on the iTunes classical charts and #2 on the Billboard classical charts, and was called “blindingly impressive ... a fizzing, daring display of personality and imagination” by The New York Times. 

Beyond the concert stage and studio, Emi has appeared in nationally recognized events and media. She was a featured performer alongside Yo-Yo Ma, Paul Simon, and James Taylor at the 10th Anniversary Memorial Ceremony of 9/11 at Ground Zero, where her performance of Amazing Grace was televised worldwide. Her performance that day is now part of the permanent collection at the 911 Museum. 

Emi has spoken and performed at several TEDx events and has been featured on media outlets including the Discovery Channel, Amazon Prime, WQXR, and Vox talking about how music relates to our world today. She developed the WQXR series This Composer Is SICK!, exploring the impact of Syphilis on historical composers, and is also a host for WQXR’s Young Artists Showcase and Once Upon A Composer. Her book Iconic Composers introduces music lovers of all ages to 50 incredible Western Classical composers from the past 1000 years.

Emi has taught on the faculties of The Juilliard School, the Bach Virtuosi Festival, and the University at Buffalo in addition to teaching masterclasses at universities around the country. Born in Japan and raised in London and Boston, she now resides in New York.

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JACOB RHODEBECK

Jacob Rhodebeck is a pianist known for his tremendous command of the instrument and his enthusiasm for performing new and little known music. Dr. Rhodebeck's performance of Michael Hersch's 3-hour solo piano work, The Vanishing Pavilions was described as "astounding" (The Philadelphia Inquirer) and “a searing performance” (The New York Times). 

 

He is highly active in the world of new music, performing with the Lost Dog New Music Ensemble in acclaimed performances of music by John Luther Adams and Per Nørgård, amongst others, and having performed as a member of the contemporary piano/percussion ensemble, Yarn/Wire. Dr. Rhodebeck has additionally worked with ensembles including Wet Ink, Composers Concordance, counter)induction, and the Mahler Chamber Orchestra and performed under the baton of Arturo Tamayo, David Stern, and Oliver Knussen. 

 

He has collaborated with and premiered works by composers Mason Bates, Christopher Bailey, Lukas Ligeti, and Michael Hersch amongst many others. He can be heard on numerous recordings including , Yarn/Wire's debut recording Tonebuilders, Stony Brook Soundings Vol. 1 with the Escher String Quartet, Christopher Bailey's album of piano works, Glimmering Webs, and Lost Dog New Music Ensemble's Chamber Music of Philippe Bodin. A recording of Christopher Bailey's 45-minute Sonata no. 0 will be available later this year.

 

Dr. Rhodebeck has given performances, lectures, and masterclasses at many colleges and universities, including Hamilton College, Vanderbilt University, Bates College, and the Peabody Institute of the Johns Hopkins University. He has taught at 

 

He studied with Christopher Durrenberger, Elizabeth Pridonoff, Ursula Oppens and Gilbert Kalish and has performed in masterclasses with artists such as Garrick Ohlsson, Ursula Oppens, Frederic Rzewski, and Emanuel Ax. He was a Fellow at the Tanglewood Summer Music Festival for two seasons. He has taught at Stony Brook University, The Borough of Manhattan Community College, The Riverdale Country School, Sarah Lawrence College, and currently teaches piano and guitar and directs the choruses at Mahopac High School.

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