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Laurie Redmer Minner, conductorKerysa Ford, ?ssistant director

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Collegedale Church of Seventh-day Adventists

It was 1951. With a Christmas deadline looming, Gian Carlo Menotti was having trouble settling on astoryline for his commissioned opera, qthe first ever composed for television. How the solutionoffered itself to him is recorded below:l

This is an opera for children, because it tries to recapture my own childhood. You see, when I was achild, I lived in ltaly, and in ltaly we have no Santa Claus. . . . Our gifts were brought to us by theThree Kings instead.

I actually never met the Three Kings-it didn't matter how hard my little brother qnd I tried to keepawake at night to catch a glimpse of the Three Royal Visitors, we would always fall asleep just beforethey arrived. But I do remember hearing them. I remember the weird cadence of their song in the darkdistance; I remember the brittle sound of the camels' hooves crushing the frozen snow; and Iremember the mysterious tinkling of their silver bridles...

To these Three Kings I mainly owe the happy Christmas seasons of my childhood, and I should haveremqined very grateful to them. Instead, I came to America and soonforgot all about them, for here atChristmastime one sees so mqny Santa Clauses scatlered all over town. Then there is the bigChristmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza, the elaborate toy windows on Fifth Avenue, the one-hundred-voice choir in Grand Central Stqtion, the innumerable Christmas carols on radio and television-andall these things made me forget the three dear old Kings of my childhood.

But in 195I I found myself in serious dfficulty. I had been commissioned by the NationalBroadcasting Company to write an operafor television, with Christmas as the deqdline, and I simplydidn't have one idea in my head. One November afternoon, as I was walking rather gloomily throughthe rooms of the Metropolitan Museum, I chanced to stop infront of the "Ackrutiott tl@ byHieronymus Bosch. And as I was looking at it, suddenly I heard again, comingfrom the distant bluehills, the weird song of the Three Kings. I then realized they had come back to me and had brought meq ctfi...

As the airdate approached, Menotti had yet to finish the score, leaving the singers little time torehearse. The final passages were receivedjust days before the broadcast. Samuel Barber was broughtin to complete the orchestrations. and on Christmas Eve 1951, Arturo Toscanini conducted it for itslive TV premiere with the NBC Symphony Orchestra.

Amahl and the Night Visitors, based on ltalian folk tales of the Nativity and Epiphany, is a retelling ofthe story of the Magi from the point of view of a young crippled boy named Amahl, who lives inpoverty with his widowed mother near Bethlehem.

t Menotti, Gian Carlo (1962). Amahl and the Night Visitors. RCA Victor LM-1701 , pp. 5-o

The story opens in the hills of Judea on a cold winter night. . . .

Amahl and his widowed mother have lost their only income and are facing the prospect of becomingbeggars, though Amahl, ever the optimist known for his tall tales, thinks that being a beggar might befun. Their evening sleep is interrupted by the arrival of three weary kings and their page, who havebeen following a star on their journey to find the baby Jesus and are looking for a place to rest.

Amahl and his mother, astonished and somewhat alarmed by the kings' exotic splendor and dazzlinggifts, invite them to come in and rest a while, though they only have beds of straw and a cold fireplaceto offer for comfort. lnstructing Amahl not to be a nuisance, his mother leaves to gather wood for afire. Arnahl wastes no time in asking the kings several questions, until his mother returns and instructshim to go and get the other shepherds and ask them to bring what they have to feed the kings.

Upon the arrival ofthe shepherds, various foods are offered to the kings, and shepherdesses dance fortheir entertainment. As the shepherds deparl, Amahl's mother shows the kings where they can sleep,

and the page stretches out near the fireplace, cradling the chest ofgold. After they fall asleep,Amahl's mother, mesmerized by "allthat gold," realizes that just a few pieces of gold would save herand her son from becoming beggars and that surely no one would miss them. The page wakens,catches her in the act of stealing, and shouts the alarm, rousing allthe kings. In the ensuing strugglebetween the page and the mother. Amahl wakens and hastens to his mother's defense.

Melchior, the king who brought the gold, intervenes, stating that the child they seek doesn't need thegold and that:

On love alone He will build His Kingdom.His pierced hand v,ill hold no scepter.

His haloed head v'ill vlear no crov,nHis mighl v,ill not be built on ysy,' 1o'1.

Swifter than lightning He will soon walk qmong us.

He will bring us nev, life and receive our death,

And the keys to His city belong to the poor.

Amahl's mother, ashamed and full of remorse, gives back the gold, wishing she had something to give"such a King." Amahl, also wanting to give something, anything, to the newbom child offers the onlything he owns-his crutch. Overcome by his enthusiasm, he mistakenly walks on his crippled foot.Everything stops! A complete hush fills the room as they all realize that Amahl has just walked!Great rejoicing, laughter, and thanks to God now fill the humble home, and the kings prepare toresume their journey, with Amahl joining thern to present his gift in person to the Christ Child.

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MOTHER:Amahl! Amahl!

AMAHL: Oh!

MOTHER: Time to go to bed.

AMAHL: Coming...

MOTHER: Amahl!

AMAHL:Coming...

MOTHER: How long must I shout to make you obey?

AMAHL: I'm sorry, Mother.

MOTHER: Hurry in! It's time to go to bed.

AMAHL: But Mother - let me stay a little longer.

MOTHER: The wind is cold.

AMAHL: But my cloak is warm; let me stay a little longer!

MOTHER: The night is dark.

AMAHL: But the sky is light, let me stay a little longer!

MOTHER: The time is late.

AMAHL: But the moon hasn't risen yet, let me stay a little...

MOTHER: There won't be any moon tonight. But there will be a weeping child very soon, if hedoesn't hurry up and obey his mother.

AMAHL: ...oh very well...

MOTHER: What was keeping you outside?

AMAHL: Oh mother! You should go out and see! There's never been such a sky.Damp clouds have shined it, and soft winds have swept it, as if to make it ready for a king's ball.All its lanterns are lit, all its torches are burning, and its dark floor is shining like crystal.Hanging over our roof, there is a star as large as a window;and the star has a tail, and it moves across the sky like a chariot on fire.

MOTHER: Oh Amahl! When will you stop telling lies? All day long you wander about in a dream.Here we are with nothing to eat -not a stick of wood on the fire. not a drop of oil in the jug,and all you do is to worry your mother with fairy tales.Oh, Amahl... have you forgotten your promise never, never to lie to your mother again?

AMAHL: Mother darling, I'rn not lying. Please do believe me... please do believe meCome outside and let me show you. See for yourself... see for yourself.

MOTHER: Stop bothering me! Why should I believe you? You come with a new one every day!First it was a leopard with a woman's head. Then it was a tree branch that shrieked and bled.Then it was a fish as big as a boat, with whiskers like a cat, and wings like a bat,

and horns like a goat and now it is a star as large as a window (or was it a carriage)?And if that weren't enough, the star has a tail and the tail is of fire...

AMAHL: But there is a star... and it has a tail... this long. Well, maybe only this long...But it's there!

MOTHER:Amahl!

AMAHL: Cross my heart and hope to die...

MOTHER: Poor Amahl! Hunger has gone to your head.

Dear God, what is a poor widow to do, when her cupboards and pockets are emptyand everything sold? Unless we go begging, how shall we live through tomorrow?My little son, a beggar!

AMAHL: Don't cry mother dear; don't worry for me. If we must go begging, a good beggar I'll be.

I know sweet tunes to set people dancing.We'll walk and walk from village to town - you dressed as a gypsy, and I as a clown.We'll walk and walk from village to town. At noon, we shall eat roast goose and sweet almonds.At night we shall sleep with the sheep and the stars. I'll play rny pipes, you'll sing and you'll shout.

The windows will open and people lean out.The king will ride by and hear your loud voice and throw us some gold to stop all the noise.

At noon we shall eat roast goose and sweet almonds;at night we shall sleep with the sheep and the stars.

MOTHER: Kiss me good night.

MOTHER, AMAHL: Good night.

THREE KINGS: From far away we come and farther we must go.

How far... how far...my crystal star? The shepherd dreams inside the fold.Cold are the sands by the silent sea. Frozen the incense in our frozen hands, heavy the gold.How far... how far...my crystal star? By silence-sunken lakes the antelope leaps.

In paper-painted oasis, the drunken gypsy weeps. The hungry lion wanders, the cobra sleeps.

How far... how far...my crystal star?

MOTHER:Arnahl!

AMAHL: Yes, mother?

MOTHER: Go and see who's knocking at the door.

AMAHL: Mother... Mother... come with me! I want to be sure that you see what I see.

MOTHER: What is the matter with you now?What is all this fuss about? Who is it then?

AMAHL: Mother.. outside the door... there is... tlrere is a king with a crown!

MOTHER: What shall I do with this boy? What shall I do... what shall I do?

lf you don't learn to tell the truth" I'll have to spank you!Go back and see who it is and ask them what they want.

AMAHL: Mother! Mother! Mother, come with me! I want to be sure that you see what I see.

MOTHER: What is the matter with you now? What is all this fuss about?

AMAHL: Mother. I didn't tell the truth before.

MOTHER: That's a good boy.

AMAHL: There is not a king outside.

MOTHER: I should say not.

AMAHL: There are two kings.

MOTHER: What shall I do with this boy? What shall I do? What shall I do?Hurry back and see who it is, and don't you dare make up tales!

AMAHL: Mother! Mother! Mother come with me. If I tell you the truth, I know you won't believe me

MOTHER: Try it for a change.

AMAHL: But you won't believe me.

MOTHER: I'll believe you, if you tell me the truth...

AMAHL: Sure enough, there are not two kings outside.

MOTHER: That is surprising.

AMAHL: The kings are three, and one of them is black.

MOTHER: Oh, what shall I do with this boy. lf you were stronger I'd like to whip you.

AMAHL: I knew it.

MOTHER: I'm going to the door myself. And then, young rnan, you'll have to reckon with me!

THREE KINGS: Good evening. Good evening...

AMAHL: What did I tellyou?

MOTHER: Shhh! Noble sires...

BALTHAZAR: May we rest awhile in your house and wann ourselves by your fireplace?

MOTHER: I am a poor widow. A cold fireplace and a bed of straw are all I have to offer you.To these, you are welcome.

KASPAR: What did she say?

BALTHAZAR: That we are welcome.

KASPAR: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!

THREE KINGS: Oh, thank you.

MOTHER:Come in... come in...

MELCHIOR: It is nice here.

MOTHER: I shall go and gather wood for the fire. I've nothing in the house.

MELCHIOR: We can only stay a little while. We must not lose sight of our star.

MOTHER: ...your star?

AMAHL: What did I tellyou?

MOTHER: Shhh!

MELCHIOR: We still have a long way to go.

MOTHER: I shall be right back. And Amahl, don't be a nuisance.

AMAHL: No, mother...

AMAHL: Are you a real king?

BALTHAZAR: Yes.

AMAHL: Have you regal blood?

BALTHAZAR: Yes.

AMAHL:Can I see it?

BALTHAZAR: It is just like yours.

AMAHL: What's the use of having it then?

BALTHAZAR:No use.

AMAHL: Where is your home?

BALTHAZAR: I live in a black marble palace full of black panthers and white doves.

And you little boy, what do you do?

AMAHL: I had a flock of sheep. But my mother sold them... sold them!Now there are no sheep left. I had a black goat who gave me warm sweet milk.But she died of old age... old age. Now there is no goat left.But Mother says that now we shall both go begging from door to door. Won't it be fun?

BALTHAZAR: lt has its points.

AMAHL: Are you a real king, too?

KASPAR: Eh?

AMAHL: Are you a real king. too!?

KASPAR: Oh truly, truly... truly... Yes, I atn a real king...Am I not?

BALTHAZAR: Yes, Kaspar.

AMAHL: What is that?

KASPAR: Eh?

AMAHL: What is that!?

KASPAR:A parrot.

AMAHL: Does it talk?

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KASPAR: Eh?

AMAHL: Does it talk!?

KASPAR: How do I know?

AMAHL: Does it bite?

KASPAR: Eh?

AMAHL: Does it bite!?

KASPAR:Yes.

AMAHL: And what is this?

KASPAR: This is rny box, this is my box...l never travel without my box.In the first drawer I keep rny magic stones. One carnelian against all evil and envy.One moonstone to make you sleep. One red coral to heal your wounds.One lapis lazuli against quartern fever. One smalljasper to help you find water.One small topaz to soothe your eyes. One red ruby to protect you from lightning.This is my box. This is rny box...l never travel without my box.In the second drawer, I keep all my beads. Oh! How I love to play with beads.All kinds of beads! This is my box... this is my box...l never travel without my box.In the third drawer... in the third drawer... Oh, Iittle boy... oh little boy...ln the third drawer... I keep..Licorice! Licorice! Black sweet licorice... black sweet licorice! Have some.

MOTHER: Amahl, I told you not to be a nuisance!

AMAHL: But it isn't my fault; they kept asking me questions.

MOTHER: I want you to go and call the other shepherds. Tell them about our visitors,and ask them to bring whatever they have in the house, as we have nothing to offer them. Hurry on!

AMAHL: Yes, mother.

MOTHER: Oh, these beautifulthings, and allthat gold!

MELCHIOR: These are the gifts to the child.

MOTHER: The child... which child?

MELCHIOR: We don't know. But the star will guide us to him.

MOTHER: But, perhaps I know him... what does he look like?

MELCHIOR: Have you seen a child the color of wheat...the color of dawn?His eyes are mild; his hands are those of a king - as king he was born.Incense, myrrh, and gold we bring to his side; and the eastern star is our guide.

MOTHER: Yes. I know a child the color of wheat...the color of dawn.His eyes are mild; his hands are those of a king as king he was born.But no one will bring hirn incense or gold...though sick and poor and hungry and coldHe is rny child, my son, my darling, my own.

MELCHIOR: Have you seen a child the color of earth...the color of thorn?His eyes are sad; his hands are those of the poor as poor he was bom.Incense, myrrh. and gold we bring to his side, and the eastern star is our guide.

MOTHER: Yes, I know a child the color of earth...the color of thorn.His eyes are sad; his hands are those ofthe poor, as poor he was born.But no one will bring him incense or gold... though sick and poor and hungry and cold.He is rny child, my son, my darling, my own.

MELCHIOR: The child we seek holds the seas and the winds on his palm.The child we seek has the moon and the stars at his feet.Before him, the eagle is gentle the lion is meek.

THREE KINGS: Choirs of angels hover over his roof and sing him to sleep.He's warmed by breath. He's fed by rnother who is both virgin and queen.Incense, myrrh. and gold we bring to his side, and the eastern star is our guide.

MOTHER: The child I know on his pahn holds my heart. The child I know at his feet has my lifeHe is my child, rny son, my darling, my own... And his name is Amahl!

SHEPHERDS: Shepherds. shepherdess! Who's calling? Who's calling? Oh! Oh!

MOTHER: The shepherds are coming!

MELCHIOR: Wake up, Kaspar.

SHEPHERDS: Emily... Emily, Michael, Bartholomew -how are your children and how are your sheep? Dorothy... Dorothy, Peter, Evangeline -give me your hand come along with me. All the children have mumps.All the flocks are asleep. We are going with Amahl...bringing gifts to the kings.Benjamin... Benjamin, Lucas, Elizabeth - how are your children and how are your sheep?Carolyn. Carolyn, Mathew. Veronica

-give me your hand, come along with me.

Brrrr... how cold is the night! Brrrr... how icy the wind! Hold me very, very. very tight.Oh, how warm is your cloak! Katherine, Katherine, Christopher, Babila -How are your children and how are your sheep? Josephine, Josephine. Angela, Jeremy -Come along with me! Oh, look! Oh, look!

MOTHER: Come in, come in... What are you afraid of?Don't be bashful silly girl. Don't be bashful silly boy.They won't eat you. Show what you brought them.

SHEPHERDS: Go on...! No, you go on!OIives and quinces. apples and raisins, nutmeg and myrtle, medlars and chestnuts.This is all we shepherds can offer you.

THREE KINGS: Thank you, thank you. thank you kindly!

SHEPHERDS: Citrons and lemon. musk and pomegranates,goat cheese and walnuts, figs and cucumbers. This is all we shepherds can offer you.

THREE KINGS: Thank you, thank you. thank you kindly!

SHEPHERDS: Hazelnuts and chalnomile, mignonettes and laurel, honeycombs and cinnamon, thyme,mint and garlic.This is all we shepherds can offer you.

THREE KINGS: Thank you, thank you, thank you kindly!

SHEPHERDS: Take them, eat them... you are welcome.Take them, eat them... you are welcome, too.

MOTHER: Now, won't you dance for thern?

SHEPHERDS: Don't be bashful, silly girl! Don't be bashful, silly boy! They won't eat you.

BALTHAZAR: Thank you. good friends, for your dances arrd your gifts.But now we must bid you good night. We have little time for sleep, and a long journey ahead.

SHEPHERDS: Good night, my good Kings, good night and farewell.The pale stars foretell that dawn is in sight.Good night, my good kings. Good night and farewell.The night wind foretells the day will be bright.

AMAHL: Excuse me, sir...amongst your magic stones, is there...is there one that could cure a crippled boy?

KASPAR: Eh?

AMAHL: Never mind... good night.

SHEPHERDS:Good night, good night... the dawn is in sight...good night, farewell... good night... good night...

MOTHER: Allthat gold! All that gold!I wonder if rich people know what to do with their gold?Do they know how a child could be fed? Do rich people know?Do they know that a house can be kept warm all day with burning logs?Do rich people know? Do they know how to roast sweet corn on the fire?Do they know do they know how to fill a courtyard with doves?Do they know... do they know? Do they know how to milk a clover fed goat?Do they know? Do they know how to spice hot wine on cold winter nights?Do they know... do they know?Allthat gold... all that gold!Oh what I could do for rny child with that gold!Why should it all go to a child they don't even know? They are asleep.

Do I dare? If I take some, they'll never miss it...for my child for my child... for my child... for my child...

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THREE KINGS: What is it?

PAGE: l've seen her steal some of the gold. She's a thief'! Don't let her go! She's stolen the gold.

THREE KINCS: Shame, shame!

PAGE: Give it back, or I'lltear it out of you!Give it back, or I'll tear it out of you. Give it back...give it back.

AMAHL: Don't you dare! Don't you dare! Don't you dare, ugly man hurt my mother!I'll smash in your face; I'll knock out your teeth. Don't you dare! Don't you dare!Don't you dare, ugly man hurt my mother!Oh, Mr. King, don't let hirn hurt my mother. My mother is good. She cannot do anything wrong.I'm the one who lies; I'm the one who steals. Don't you dare! Don't you dare!Don't you dare, ugly man hurt my rnother! l'll break all your bones; l'll bash in your head.Don't you dare! Don't you dare! Don't you dare, ugly man hurt my mother! Don't you dare!

MELCHIOR: Oh, good woman, you may keep the gold. The child we seek doesn't need our gold.On love, on love alone he will build his kingdom. His pierced hand will hold no scepter.His haloed head will wear no crown. His might will not be built on your toil.Swifter than lightning, he will soon walk among us. He will bring us new life, and receive our death,and the keys to his city belong to the poor. Let us leave. my friends.

MOTHER: Oh, no! Wait! Take back your gold! For such a king I've waited all rny life...and if I weren't so poor I would send a gift of my own to such a child.

AMAHL: But, Mother, let me send him my crutch.Who knows, he may need one.and this, I made myself.

MOTHER: But that you can't, you can't!

AMAHL: I walk, Mother.l walk, Mother.

THREE KINGS AND MOTHER: He walks!

THREE KINGS: It is a sign from the holy child. We must give praise to the newborn king.We must praise him. This is a sign from God.

AMAHL: Look mother, I can dance, I can jump, I can run!

THREE KINGS: Truly, he can dance, he can jurnp, he can run! Ah!

MOTHER: Please, my darling, be careful now. You must take care not to hurt yourself.

THREE KINGS: Oh good woman. you must not be afraid. for he is loved by the son of God.Oh, blessed child. may I touch you...?

PAGE: Oh, blessed child, may I touch you?

AMAHL: Well, I don't know if I'm going to let you touch me!

MOTHER:Arnahl!

AMAHL: Oh, all right... but just once.

AMAHL: Look, Mother. I can fight, I can work, I can play.Oh, mother. let me go with the kings.I want to take the crutch to the child. rnyself.

THREE KINGS: Yes, good worlan, let him come with us.

We'll take good care of hirn. We'll bring hirn back on a camel's back.

MOTHER: Do you really want to go?

AMAHL:Yes, Mother.

MOTHER: Are you sure. sure, sure?

AMAHL: I'm sure.

MOTHER: Yes, I think you should go...and bring thanks to the child yourself'

AMAHL: Are you sure, sure, sure?

MOTHER: Go on... get readY.

KASPAR: What did she say?

BALTHAZAR: She said he can come.

KASPAR: Oh" lovely. lovelY,lo...

BALTHAZAR: Kaspar!

MOTHER: What to do with Your crutch?

AMAHL: You can tie it to my back.

MOTHER: Don't forget to wear your hat!

AMAHL: I shall always wear rnY hat'

TOGETHER: So, my darling goodbye! I shall miss you very much.

MOTHER: Wash your ears.

AMAHL: Yes,l promise.

MOTHER: Don't tell lies.

AMAHL:No, I promise.

TOGETHER: I shall miss you very much.

AMAHL: Feed my bird.

MOTHER: Yes,l promise.

AMAHL: Watch the cat.

MOTHER: Yes,l promise.

TOGETHER: I shall miss you very much.

SHEPHERDS: Shepherds. arise!

MELCHIOR: Are you readY?

AMAHL: Yes, I'm ready.

MELCHIOR: Let's go, then.

SHEPHERDS: Come, oh shepherds, coffle outside!

All the stars have left the sky. Sweet dawn - oh dawn of peace.

Cast & CrewAmahl: Seforah Fish, soprano

Ian Hassevort, boy soprano

Mother: Jedel Butoy, sopranoEmily Tan, soprano

Kasper: Jonathan Bartholomew, tenorNacor Lantigua, tenor

Melchoir: Grady Hayden, baritoneCharles Lawson, baritone

Balthazar: Jonathan Rodney, bass

Page: Zachary Hagen, tenorBenjamin Lawson, baritone

Dancers: Jolene AshtonJanelle DobsonJessica Kovach

Crew/Directors: Julie penner, directorKerysa Ford, assistant directorHeather Mariano, accompanist

George Zaitsev, accompanistChristin Smolinski, choreographer

Anna Park, makeupDoug Penner, set design

Julie Penner grew up in a pastor's family of singers that includes four brothers and a sister. Instilleddeeply within her is a love for music and for sharing it with others. She earned a Bachelor degree inVocal Education from the University of Idaho in Moscow, a Master of Music in Vocal performanceand Literature at Eastman School of Music, Rochester, New york and a Doctor of Arts in VocalPerformance and Pedagogy at the University of Northern Colorado, Greeley. Since 1993 Julie hasbeen Director of Vocal Studies at Southern Adventist University. Along wlth her teaching duties, sheremains active as a soloist. She is happily rnarried to Doug and they enjoy riding horses, f,iking andtraveling together. Julie is thankful to God for His faithfulness and antiiipates the future based on thepasts' unmistakable evidence of Christ's grace. mercy and love. All glory and honor go to Him.

Kerysa Ford is a2014 graduate of Southern Adventist University,s Schoolof Music, with a Bachelorof Science in Music Performance. She continued her studies at Lee University, with a focus on vocalpedagogy and opera literature, and is excited to be graduating this semester with a Master of Music inVocal Performance. Kerysa was invited to serve as assistant director for Antahl qnd the Night Visitors,and has immensely enjoyed the opportunity to work with the students and faculty at Southern on thisproject. A native of New York State, Kerysa will be moving there this month to ipend time withfarnily and pursue perfonnance opportunities in New york and New England.

Ensemble Conductors

Gennevieve Brown-Kibble joined the faculty of Southern Adventist University's SchoolofMusic as Director of Choral Activities in 2005. She also teaches applied voice, choral conducting,and music history. Gennevieve earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in Music Education at AndrewsUniversity, a Master's degree in Vocal Perfonnance at Indiana University, and the Doctor ofMusical Arts degree in Choral Conducting at the University of Arizona. Prior to her appointmentat Southern, she taught at Pacific Union College, Auburn Academy, and Columbia Academy.Under her direction, choirs have performed in Australia, Brazil, Canada, Finland, Italy, Norway,Russia, Sweden, and the United States.

Laurie Redmer Minner, a violinist, violist, and vocalist, holds a Bachelor of Music degree inMusic Education from Atlantic Union College and Master of Music degrees in both ViolaPerformance and Conducting from New England Conservatory of Music. She has been on the

faculties of Columbia Union College, Greater Boston Academy, New England ConservatoryExtension Division, South Lancaster Academy, Walnut Hill School for the Arts, and ThayerConservatory of Music. Her performance experience includes concert tours of Europe, Australia,Asia, Russia, and the United States as a violinist, violist, vocalist, and conductor. Mrs. Minnerjoined the faculty of Southern Adventist University as Associate Professor of Music in 2000. Inaddition to her responsibilities as conductor of the SAU Symphony Orchestra, she teaches viola,violin, string methods, elementary and secondary music methods, and conducting.

Laurie Cooper has directed Southem Adventist University's student handbell ensemble, the

Southern Ringtones, since the group's inception in 2007 . For more than thirty years she has

shared her love of music as a church and school music educator, working with rnusicians of allages. She sings in the Chattanooga Bach Choir, serving as alto section leader. She earned a

Bachelor of Music Education with instrumental and vocal ensembles from the University ofMissouri-Kansas Cify" Conservatory of Music

Ken Parsons is Associate Professor of Music at Southern Adventist University. In addition to theWind Symphony, Mr. Parsons directs the Jazz Ensemble, the Brass Choir, and serves as Assistantto the Dean of the Schoolof Music. He also teaches various music education courses as wellasapplied trumpet. Before coming to Southern in 2000, Mr. Parsons taught at Forest Lake Acadernyin Apopka, Florida from 1986 to 2000. He has also taught at Rollins College in Winter Park,

Florida, and Redlands Junior Academy in Redlands, California. Mr. Parsons holds bachelor'sdegrees in Music Education and Theology frorn Walla Walla College, and a Master of Musicdegree in Brass Performance from the University of Oregon. He has perfonned extensively on

trumpet in various orchestral, wind, and jazz ensernbles and as a soloist in the Nofthwest,Southern California, Florida, and Tennessee.

Southern RingtonesLaurie Cooper, conductor

lrrin BurkeEmma CanadavJulia Ciasca

TrumpetGreg LindquistPablo AlvarezHarold Ma1,'er

Barry Doneskl,Michael Peel

J iany | fredericoKelly' GustrorvskyClhristian Noreus

HornSy'lvie MyersGrace WahlenRonda Stone

Betzany OrtizKendra PaulsJohn Pendgraft

Collegedale Brass ChoirKen ParsoflS, conductor

Rachel Perez-MamaniFryant SulitKara T'hompsonKristi Young

EuphoniumAustin Heling.lared Nelson

TubaShawn NelsonReggie 'l'homas

SopranoClaire AshcrafiJolene AshtonAllie BarnettAshlel,' Boehner.ledel Butol'Eileen CastroJessica FerrazMalissa FloresMia FordGrecia GarciaIsabel GrovesNikki [-luesca

Jam ie .f ansenIlannah .lobe

Sonia .lo1'

Yeiinnael KimJessica KovachEmilr,l.oredoC'amilla MenezesBrianna MontenegroJazmin NunezAmber O'ConnorBetzanl, OrtizMarie Pou ellIsabel RobinsonEmill'-['an

Accompanists.lenna [,eeCr1'stal MinStar Stevens

TromboneMica My'ersAaron I laluskaRon .lohnsonLandon DurhamGerald Peel

Bel Canto and Die MeistersingerGennevieve Brown-Kibble, conductor

AltoRe1'na AdameRebecca lJorneIIannah Capobres[.inda Craw'lilrdJanelle Dobson*Jane DohAngie ElizondoRachel trlliotJianyl FedericoDelaney' FoxLuci GeigerMariaelena Ha1,s

Michelle IlebardCaitrin KramerZhuol'ue [,ilrsther MyersN icole Pustea

t'.m i11' RaimundoAhbl' ScogginsStar Stevens'['rac1 Tambingontrmill TantBeth l'ravisNoeliz Vega[)e1'sha WilliamsAlvson l,apara

Choral LibrarianJanelle Dobson

TenorR1'an BoldmanDesther CamachoIsaac C'hangVictor FernandezAdrian HansonZachar_v l{agen*Nacor l-antigua*Roger [,antiguaJosh ParkGrant VogelZachary, Woolsel

Bass

Georges Ambroise.lames AshtonIsaac BraunRataelle DinrenzaBeniamin GueckGradl' Hal,denDaniel llebard7,ach I lenskiBarn, I lt-rrne

B.niamin l.arvsonC'harles l,awsonErik l-orenz.lake [,ow'r1'

Russel McCurdvR1'an Melvin.lonathan Rodnel,*Chase '['rau,ick

D1'lan Vogelx Student Conductors

SOUTHE,RN ADVENTIST UNIVERSITYSYMPHONY ORCHESTRALaurie Redmer Minner, Conductor

First ViolinCameron Wilcox. concerttnusler

Jill Santos

C'rystal MinIsabella ShorvalterYeii KimAlerandra [,ang

Second ViolinAnnalise Lang . principalAlissa Tanguay'

Erica RobinsonYasmin PhilipKeiffer RosendoAshley' Bow'es

ViolaAbigail Martin ^ principalRhonda GrakovAllison NervsomeEllen Francisco

CelloNathan Francis co. pri nc ipalAdrian HansonNoah PooleEd1'n-Mae StevensonBrianna Castro

Flute/PiccoloDaniel E,sperante

OboeMichelle NiebDanae Powers

ClarinetBen Kipps

BassoonSara Snider Schone

TrumpetDaniel Krall

HarpKaili Kimbrow

PianoGeorge Zaitsev

PercussionArnie SalillasSamantha Romashko

OrchestraManager/LibrarianDoug Penner

Bass

Caleb Dinzey'. pri nc ipalHorn(irace Wahlen

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Southern Adventist University School of Music - Coming Events

January'20 at 7:30 pm E,llen Francisco. violin: Nathan Francisco, cello; J. Bruce Ashton' piano

January 27 at 4:00 pm Syrnphony Orchestra Concedo Concert

February 7 at 7:30 pm F'aculty Recital: Clint Schmitt. sa'iophone

February, 9 at 8:00 pm PoPs Concert

February 17 at 3:00 pm Student Recital: Alissa Tangual'. piano

I'-ebruarl' 17 at 7:30 pm Student Recital: Jedel Butol'. soprano

February' 23 at 4:00 pm llonor Instrumental Music F'estival

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