Auditions Finals for an opportunity to perform in the Laureates Gala at the Weill Recital Hall at Carnegie Hal, presented by Sound Espressivo (SEC), Price Attractions, and Virtual Concert Halls (VCHS). Winners will perform at Carnegie Weill Recital Hall in New York City throughout our 7-concert season. In-person tickets can be purchased at Carnegie Hall box office or online. Hosted by Anna Ouspenskaya, James Welch, Krisztian Palagyi. Judges throughout the Auditions Finals May 17-18, 2025: Judges Panel: Avguste Antonov Gevorg Sargsyan Nvart Andreassian Jack Price Program: SESSION 1 Saturday May 17 @ 12pm Sara Mann - Flute Borne: Carmen Fantasie Brillant SESSION 2 Sunday May 18 @ 12pm Svetlana Tsivinskaya - Violin Tchaikovsky - Russian Dance from the ballet Swan Lake Sarasate - Introduction and Tarantella Faure - Après un rêve Elgar - Salut d Amour Beethoven - Romance No 2 in F major Actor - Violin Concerto (2005); Proclamation, Meditation, Exhilaration Hendrix Chan - Voice Mozart - Alleluia Minna Krastev - Violin Mendelssohn - Concerto in E Minor, 1st mvt. SESSION 3 Sunday May 18 @ 5pm Ariel Zhu - Voice Rossini - La Pastorella Delle Alpi Abigail Nossaman - Piano Chopin - Etude Op. 10, No. 9 SESSION 4 Sunday May 18 @ 9pm Cheng Zejin - Piano Liszt - Vallée d'Obermann Learn more and apply at https://www.soundespressivocompetition.com/ https://colorchestra.com https://www.musguild.com/ Today's Broadcast is brought to you by the VCHS Production Team: Frane Rušinović, Ante Božić-Kudrić, James Welch, Chris Au, Jennifer Wang, Marko Borna, Krisztian Palagyi, Anna Ouspenskaya, Katheryne Li, Fedor Ouspensky, and Igor Zubkovsky. Learn more about Virtual Concert Halls: https://virtualconcerthalls.com/ Soundtrack Credits: Alla Lowery (Composer-In-Residence), Igor Zubkovsky, Anna Ouspenskaya, Ante Božić-Kudrić (Young Composer-in-Residence), Sergey Zubkovsky Want to create live streams like this? Check out StreamYard: https://streamyard.com/pal/d/5795539540770816

Magdalena Wór, mezzo-soprano Igor Zubkovsky, cello Martin Labazevitch, piano The Russian Chamber Art Society (RCAS) concert on December 6, 2024. La Maison Française, Washington, DC ‘The Seed of Dream’ was commissioned by Music of Remembrance and had its premiere performance on May 9, 2005 at MOR’s Holocaust Remembrance concert at Benaroya Hall, Seattle, WA. 1. “I Lie In This Coffin” 2. “A Load of Shoes” 3. “To My Child” 4. “Beneath the Whiteness of Your Stars” 5. “No Sad Songs, Please” I Lie In This Coffin Vilna Ghetto, August 30, 1941; translated by C.K. Williams "I Lie in this Coffin” is based on Sutzkever’s own experience of hiding from the Germans in a coffin. I lie in this coffin the way I would lie in a suit made of wood, a bark tossed on treacherous waves, a cradle, an ark. From here, where all flesh is taken to eternity, I call to you, sister, and you in your distance still hear me. Something, Something stirs, Something stirs in my coffin, a presence; you’re here: I know you by the stars in your eyes, your light, your breath, your tear. This is the order of things, and the plot: today here, tomorrow not. But now, in my coffin, my suit made of wood, my speech lifts, my speech sings. A Load of Shoes Vilna Ghetto, January 1, 1943; translated by C.K. Williams “A Load of Shoes” was written…after Sutzkever glimpses his mother’s shoes a year after her death. The cartwheels rush, quivering, What is their burden? Shoes, shivering. The cart is like a great hall: the shoes crushed together as though at a ball. A wedding? A party? Have I gone blind? Who have these shoes left behind? The heels clatter with a fearsome din, transported from Vilna to Berlin. I should be still, my tongue is like meat, but the truth, shoes, Where are your feet? The feet from these boots with buttons outside, or these, with no body, or these with no bride? Where is the child who fit in these? Is the maiden barefoot who bought these? Slippers and pumps, look, there are my mother’s: her Sabbath pair, in with the others. The heels clatter with a fearsome din, transported from Vilna to Berlin. To My Child Vilna Ghetto, January 18, 1943; translated by C.K. Williams “To My Child” was written after the death of Sutzkever’s murdered infant son. Because of hunger or because of great love your mother will bear witness… I wanted to swallow you, child, when I felt your tiny body, cool in my hands like a glass of warm tea. Neither stranger were you, nor guest. On our earth, one births only oneself; one links oneself into rings and the rings into chains. Child, the word for you would be love; but without words, you are love: the seed of dream, unbidden third, who from the limits of the world swept two of us into consummate pleasure. How can you shut your eyes, leaving me here in the dark world of snow you’ve shrugged off? You never even had your own cradle to learn the dances of the stars. The shameful sun, who never shone on you, should shatter like glass. Your faith burned away in the drop of poison, you drank down as simply as milk. I wanted to swallow you child, to taste the future waiting for me. Maybe you will blossom again in my veins. I’m not worthy of you, though, I can’t be your grave. I leave you to the summoning snow, this first respite. You’ll descend now like a splinter of dusk into the stillness, bringing greetings from me to the slim shoots under the cold. I wanted to swallow you child. Beneath the Whiteness of Your Stars Vilna Ghetto, May 22, 1943; translated by Leonard Wolf Beneath the whiteness of your stars, Stretch out toward me your white hand; All my words have turned to tears – They long to rest within your hand. See, their brilliant light goes darker In my eyes, grown cellar dim. And I lack a quiet corner From which to send them back again. Yet, O Lord, all my desire – To leave you with my welth of tears. In me, there burns an urgent fire, And in the fire, there burn my days. Rest, in every hole and cellar Weeps, as might a murd’rer. I run the rooftops even higher, And I search – where are you? Past stairs and courtyards I go running, chased by howling enemies. I hang, at last, a broken bowstring, And I sing, And I sing to you like this: Beneath the whiteness of your stars, Stretch out toward me your white hand; All my words have turned to tears – They long to rest within your hand. No Sad Songs, Please Narocz forests, February 5, 1944; translated by C.K. Williams No sad songs, please: Sad songs just tease At sorrow. Words, too, betray, And names, forever, And tomorrow. Look out at the snow: In mem’ry’s art Is unexpected Radiance, and in The speeches of the heart, You yourself are Resurrected. Stretch your hands out To that whiteness: In its cold and burning Veins You’ll feel returning The redeeming life It contains. No sad songs, please, No sad songs, please, No sad songs.

Magdalena Wór, mezzo-soprano Igor Zubkovsky, cello Martin Labazevitch, piano The Russian Chamber Art Society (RCAS) concert on December 6, 2024. La Maison Française, Washington, DC ‘The Seed of Dream’ was commissioned by Music of Remembrance and had its premiere performance on May 9, 2005 at MOR’s Holocaust Remembrance concert at Benaroya Hall, Seattle, WA. No Sad Songs, Please Narocz forests, February 5, 1944; translated by C.K. Williams No sad songs, please: Sad songs just tease At sorrow. Words, too, betray, And names, forever, And tomorrow. Look out at the snow: In mem’ry’s art Is unexpected Radiance, and in The speeches of the heart, You yourself are Resurrected. Stretch your hands out To that whiteness: In its cold and burning Veins You’ll feel returning The redeeming life It contains. No sad songs, please, No sad songs, please, No sad songs.

Magdalena Wór, mezzo-soprano Igor Zubkovsky, cello Martin Labazevitch, piano The Russian Chamber Art Society (RCAS) concert on December 6, 2024. La Maison Française, Washington, DC ‘The Seed of Dream’ was commissioned by Music of Remembrance and had its premiere performance on May 9, 2005 at MOR’s Holocaust Remembrance concert at Benaroya Hall, Seattle, WA. Beneath the Whiteness of Your Stars Vilna Ghetto, May 22, 1943; translated by Leonard Wolf Beneath the whiteness of your stars, Stretch out toward me your white hand; All my words have turned to tears – They long to rest within your hand. See, their brilliant light goes darker In my eyes, grown cellar dim. And I lack a quiet corner From which to send them back again. Yet, O Lord, all my desire – To leave you with my welth of tears. In me, there burns an urgent fire, And in the fire, there burn my days. Rest, in every hole and cellar Weeps, as might a murd’rer. I run the rooftops even higher, And I search – where are you? Past stairs and courtyards I go running, chased by howling enemies. I hang, at last, a broken bowstring, And I sing, And I sing to you like this: Beneath the whiteness of your stars, Stretch out toward me your white hand; All my words have turned to tears – They long to rest within your hand.

Magdalena Wór, mezzo-soprano Igor Zubkovsky, cello Martin Labazevitch, piano The Russian Chamber Art Society (RCAS) concert on December 6, 2024. La Maison Française, Washington, DC ‘The Seed of Dream’ was commissioned by Music of Remembrance and had its premiere performance on May 9, 2005 at MOR’s Holocaust Remembrance concert at Benaroya Hall, Seattle, WA. To My Child Vilna Ghetto, January 18, 1943; translated by C.K. Williams “To My Child” was written after the death of Sutzkever’s murdered infant son. Because of hunger or because of great love your mother will bear witness… I wanted to swallow you, child, when I felt your tiny body, cool in my hands like a glass of warm tea. Neither stranger were you, nor guest. On our earth, one births only oneself; one links oneself into rings and the rings into chains. Child, the word for you would be love; but without words, you are love: the seed of dream, unbidden third, who from the limits of the world swept two of us into consummate pleasure. How can you shut your eyes, leaving me here in the dark world of snow you’ve shrugged off? You never even had your own cradle to learn the dances of the stars. The shameful sun, who never shone on you, should shatter like glass. Your faith burned away in the drop of poison, you drank down as simply as milk. I wanted to swallow you child, to taste the future waiting for me. Maybe you will blossom again in my veins. I’m not worthy of you, though, I can’t be your grave. I leave you to the summoning snow, this first respite. You’ll descend now like a splinter of dusk into the stillness, bringing greetings from me to the slim shoots under the cold. I wanted to swallow you child.

Magdalena Wór, mezzo-soprano Igor Zubkovsky, cello Martin Labazevitch, piano The Russian Chamber Art Society (RCAS) concert on December 6, 2024. La Maison Française, Washington, DC ‘The Seed of Dream’ was commissioned by Music of Remembrance and had its premiere performance on May 9, 2005 at MOR’s Holocaust Remembrance concert at Benaroya Hall, Seattle, WA. A Load of Shoes Vilna Ghetto, January 1, 1943; translated by C.K. Williams “A Load of Shoes” was written…after Sutzkever glimpses his mother’s shoes a year after her death. The cartwheels rush, quivering, What is their burden? Shoes, shivering. The cart is like a great hall: the shoes crushed together as though at a ball. A wedding? A party? Have I gone blind? Who have these shoes left behind? The heels clatter with a fearsome din, transported from Vilna to Berlin. I should be still, my tongue is like meat, but the truth, shoes, Where are your feet? The feet from these boots with buttons outside, or these, with no body, or these with no bride? Where is the child who fit in these? Is the maiden barefoot who bought these? Slippers and pumps, look, there are my mother’s: her Sabbath pair, in with the others. The heels clatter with a fearsome din, transported from Vilna to Berlin.

Magdalena Wór, mezzo-soprano Igor Zubkovsky, cello Martin Labazevitch, piano The Russian Chamber Art Society (RCAS) concert on December 6, 2024. La Maison Française, Washington, DC ‘The Seed of Dream’ was commissioned by Music of Remembrance and had its premiere performance on May 9, 2005 at MOR’s Holocaust Remembrance concert at Benaroya Hall, Seattle, WA. I Lie In This Coffin Vilna Ghetto, August 30, 1941; translated by C.K. Williams "I Lie in this Coffin” is based on Sutzkever’s own experience of hiding from the Germans in a coffin. I lie in this coffin the way I would lie in a suit made of wood, a bark tossed on treacherous waves, a cradle, an ark. From here, where all flesh is taken to eternity, I call to you, sister, and you in your distance still hear me. Something, Something stirs, Something stirs in my coffin, a presence; you’re here: I know you by the stars in your eyes, your light, your breath, your tear. This is the order of things, and the plot: today here, tomorrow not. But now, in my coffin, my suit made of wood, my speech lifts, my speech sings.

We explore “Life" as it relates to our lives and experiences anywhere from the lens of musician, artist, manager, performer, and right down to eye-level of the crude and unfiltered human being. Life, normal life, easy life, hard life............are any of these true? Which motivates and which scares you? 1. Easy life? 2. Hard life? There are no straightforward answers. But remember, Jack thinks: If you are not constantly "breaking through", you are not living. Today's Broadcast is brought to you by the VCHS Production Team: Krisztian Palagyi, Frane Rušinović, Ante Božić-Kudrić, James Welch, Chris Au, Jennifer Wang, Marko Borna, Anna Ouspenskaya and Igor Zubkovsky. Want to create live streams like this? Check out StreamYard: https://streamyard.com/pal/d/5795539540770816