Nocturne Pour Caline, for Soprano & String Quartet
Music composed by Danaë Xanthe Vlasse
Performers:
GRAMMY® Award-Winning Soprano Hila Plitmann is a glittering jewel on the international music scene. She has performed with iconic orchestras worldwide, including the Los Angeles Philharmonic, the New York Philharmonic and the London Symphony Orchestra.
String Quartet:
Ben Bartelt, Violin
Anna Corcoran, Violin
Virginie d'Avezac de Castéra, Viola
Judy Kang, Cello
Recording Engineer: Todd Mason
Program Notes: This piece was written in honor of "Caline" - who was a cherished feline companion of the composer for 16 years. The musical pitches (C-A-E-B-G-E) in the main theme spell out the name C-A-L-I-N-E. [This is achieved by converting the written alphabet onto the musical alphabet to achieve a template of notes on which the melody can be built while encoding a specific written text into the musical melody.]
Lyrics:
C-A-L-I-N-E, without you,
Ah, without you,
your sunlit place
waits so empty.
Shadows of night
in slumber,
round the mount
prowl,
leaving prints of C-A-L-I-N-E.
Ah, without you,
without your wide tender eyes,
blue,
mine cry!
GRAMMY® Award-Winning Soprano Hila Plitmann is a glittering jewel on the international music scene. She has performed with iconic orchestras worldwide, including the Los Angeles Philharmonic, the New York Philharmonic and the London Symphony Orchestra.
String Quartet:
Ben Bartelt, Violin
Anna Corcoran, Violin
Virginie d'Avezac de Castéra, Viola
Judy Kang, Cello
Recording Engineer: Todd Mason
Program Notes: This piece was written in honor of "Caline" - who was a cherished feline companion of the composer for 16 years. The musical pitches (C-A-E-B-G-E) in the main theme spell out the name C-A-L-I-N-E. [This is achieved by converting the written alphabet onto the musical alphabet to achieve a template of notes on which the melody can be built while encoding a specific written text into the musical melody.]
Lyrics:
C-A-L-I-N-E, without you,
Ah, without you,
your sunlit place
waits so empty.
Shadows of night
in slumber,
round the mount
prowl,
leaving prints of C-A-L-I-N-E.
Ah, without you,
without your wide tender eyes,
blue,
mine cry!