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2018.12.05 Union College, Schenectady, NY, Recital

Union College, Schenectady, NY

05 December 2018, 19.30 hrs

Simon Keenlyside, baritone

Malcolm Martineau, piano



Franz Schubert (1797-1828) 

An die Leier
An den Mond in einer Herbstnacht

Francis Poulenc

Le travail du peintre, FP 161 13’
I. Pablo Picasso
II. Marc Chagall
III. Georges Braque
IV. Juan Gris
V. Paul Klee
VI. Joan Miró
VII. Jacques Villon


Johannes Brahms (1833-1897)

Nachtigallen schwingen
Über die Heide
O kühler Wald
Es schauen die Blumen

Francis Poulenc (1899-1963)

Quatre poèmes de Guillaume Apollinaire:
I. L’anguille
II. Carte postale
III. Avant le cinéma
IV. 1904

Suite française, FP 80 (piano solo)

Maurice Ravel (1875-1837)

Histoires naturelles, M. 50
I. Le paon
II. Le grillon
III. Le cygne
IV. Le martin-pêcheur
V. La pintade


Schubert: L’incanto degli occhi

Fauré: Le Secret


Sound bites

The Daily Gazette, 06.12.18, Geraldine Freeman

“…..What impressed throughout the evening was the consistent excellence of Keenlyside’s darkly hued voice that projected with a ringing resonance over a wide range of dynamics, superbly nuanced and finished phrases, and effortless breath control. His diction in the German and French was clarity itself. His voice, too, has a beautiful warm quality that is comfortably embracing to which he applies only a discrete amount of vibrato. His energy could only come from his joy of singing. It was a gift of a performance. …”

TimesUnion, 07.12.18, Joseph Dalton

“….Ravel’s “Histoires naturelles” was a terrific wrap-up, the best story telling of the night. The five songs were settings of prose, not poetry and this allowed us to experience even more of Keenlyside, who after a taxing program was still bursting with energy and singing with an unblemished voice….”

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paul lamar December 10, 2018 at 1:37 pm

My husband and I were at the Union College concert in Schenectady, NY, last Wednesday—memorable, to say the least. We’re fast fans now.

I thought you might enjoy this bit of verse that I wrote the next morning in preparation for teaching a poetry class studying the fixed form of the rondeau.


The baritone bestrode the stage; the crowd

Took note: his handsome head, his gaze, his proud

Demeanor captured every eye. The hall

Went silent. Nodding to the patient, tall

Pianist he ascended on a cloud

Of sound created years ago, a shroud

He snared us in. Then bursting forth with loud

Laments he snatched away the flimsy pall!

The baritone.

Through German woods and streams and skies he plowed,

A lover searching, lonely, fever-browed

Until he found us, there before him, all

In love and doomed. The mesmerizing call

Evaporated. How we cheered—he bowed—

The baritone!


Paul Lamar

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