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AMERICAN HARMONY

AMERICAN HARMONY explores the riches of one of America’s earliest repertoires: the New England Hymn.  In eighteenth-century New England, many small towns often had their own proprietary hymn books, full of new and familiar music based on popular folk melodies and fiddle tunes, with a homegrown style of counterpoint. This repertoire serves as a reminder of the nation's earliest ideals. Driven by fervent, full-throated music-making, these devotional hymns are

 

“suggestive of the strife, the commotion, the battle cries of a transitional period of society, struggling onward toward dimly seen ideals of people and order.”

(Harriett Beecher Stowe, as quoted in Eriksen 2015)

 

There is a long tradition of using this music to look back to history while also looking to the future.  A new work commissioned for this program from Celeste Oram connects past, present, and speculative futures, re-imagining musical languages of many eras.  

 

Connecting with some of the best singers from the American early music and ‘shapenote’ singing traditions, Tim Eriksen (of the Cold Mountain soundtrack) and John Taylor Ward lead this program that brings this special repertoire into the 21-st century - highlighting recent developments in performance practice, historical instruments, and the time-honored tradition of making new from the old.

 

“like that same ocean aroused by stormy winds, when deep calleth unto deep in tempestuous confusion, out of which at last is evolved union and harmony”

Stowe, 1878

Examples and References

Morning
04:09
Am I born to die ?_Tim Eriksen
02:31
Gabriel's Trumpet - Tim Eriksen & Newfoundland
08:43

Creative Team

Ode on Science

 Jezaniah Sumner 1754-1836

The morning sun shines from the east,
And spreads his glories to the west.
All nations with his beams are blest,
Where'er his radiant light appears.
So Science spreads her lighted ray
O'er lands which long in darkness lay;
She visits fair Columbia
And sets her sons among the stars.
Fair Freedom, her attendant, waits,
To bless the portals of her gates,
To crown the young and rising States
With laurels of immortal day!
The British yoke, the Gallic chain,
Was urged upon our necks in vain;
All haughty tyrants we disdain,
And shout, “Long live America!”
shout, “Long live America!”

Bunker Hill

Text by Nathaniel Niles 

 

Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight of

Death and destruction in the field of battle,

Where blood and carnage clothe the ground in crimson,

Sounding with death groans?

 

Death will invade us by the means appointed,

And we must all bow to the king of terrors;

Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared,

What shape he comes in.

 

Well may we praise him — all his ways are perfect;

Though a resplendence, infinitely glowing,

Dazzles in glory on the sight of mortals

Struck blind by lustre.

 

Good is Jehovah in bestowing sun-shine,

Nor less his goodness in the storm and thunder,

Mercies and judgements both proceed from kindness;

Infinite kindness.

 

O then exult, that God forever reigneth;

Clouds, which around him hinder our perception,

Bind us the stronger to exalt his name, and

Shout louder praises.

 

Now, Mars, I dare thee, clad in smoky pillars,

Bursting from bomb-shells, roaring from the cannon,

Rattling in grape shot, like a storm of hail-stones

Torturing aether!

 

Still shall the banners of the King of heaven

Never advance where I’m afraid to follow:

While that precedes me with an open bosom,

War I defy thee

 

Life for my country, and the cause of freedom,

Is but a trifle for a worm to part with;

And if preserved in so great a contest

Life is redoubled.

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