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OK, I admit it: The first thing that hooked me on a forthcoming recording, "Poetic License: 100 Poems by 100 Performers," was the short list of said performers in the press release: "Patti LuPone, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Tyne Daly, Christine Baranski, Jason Alexander, Charles Busch, Florence Henderson..." Just seeing Busch and Henderson in the same sentence made my day. But then I looked at the list of poems and got excited -- besides the usual suspects (Shakespeare, Auden, Donne) there's a Cavafy, a Pinsky, and Kathleen Turner reading Ariel Dorfman. The 3-CD set is due out April 2 (just in time for National Poetry Month) on Amazon and iTunes, but if you can't wait, here's Jason Alexander reading "The Walrus and the Carpenter" by Lewis Carroll, apparently with the help of a whole shelf of accent tapes.
01 THE WALRUS and the CARPENTER.m4a
And here's Kathleen herself waxing throatily poetic.
02 Kathleen Turner Interview.m4a
Oh, and Busch? He reads the brilliantly theatrical "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning. Perf
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
MAHLER Ruckert/Roven
And while I'm posting, My friend who runs Barihunk suggested I do
Kindertotenlieder.
So here it is. Again, anyone who wants the score, lemme know.
Songs on the
Death Of Children
By Friedrich Ruckert
Adapted and Translated into English by
Glen Roven
No. 1 TOO SOON THE SUN WILL RISE
Too soon, too soon the sun will rise
As if, As if nothing happened before my eyes.
The horror, This horror is mine alone.
No matter the sun will, will shine as it's always shone!
You must not let darkness of night confound you.
No. Let the heaven's light, let holy light surround you!
The sweet life of ours is dead and done.
Son! Daughter! Let heaven's light out shine the sun,
Let your light out shine the sun.
No. 2 OH, NOW I KNOW
Oh, now I know, just why your eyes are burning,
Just why there's heaven's fire in your glances.
Such fire. Such fire.
And with each glance my frail heart dances,
Although I know you will not be returning.
Because the mist of midnight has been churning,
My eyes did not see how your light advances,
Did not see how your precious light advances
To home, to home.
Eternal souls are always yearning.
Oh, how I wish my pain was somehow lightened.
But now I find myself resigning.
Though when I think of you my heart is brightened
For our souls are somehow now combining.
So when at night you're all alone and frightened
Look up, And see.
My eyes are stars and shining.
No. 3 WHEN I’M HOME AT LAST
When I'm home at last,
When the hours have passed,
I don't see your mother.
I look for another
Hiding 'neath the stairs,
There! Behind the chairs.
Where you should be playing.
Be there. Be there! Hear me praying.
Oh, gone without a trace.
Nothing can replace
All the joy,
The blessed joy of your embrace,
Nothing can erase my dear sweet daughter's face.
When I'm home at night I can see the light
Of our candles glowing,
Ev'ry second knowing
You'll run up to me,
Happily I see Your sweet love over flowing.
Oh, you. Oh, you; my sweet endearing, disappearing so soon. I cannot say farewell.
I cannot speak from hell.
No.4 I KNOW THEY’RE OUTSIDE
I know they're
Outside and only playing.
I wish I could hear what my children are saying.
The day is fine.
Oh, bless my soul.
I'm sure there right there behind that knoll.
And if I see them slightly straying.
Why worry? Soon they'll be back from their playing.
Oh, bless my soul.
The day is fine.
They're going for a stroll,
These hearts of mine.
And if we cannot see them playing
We’ll call them back home and they'll come obeying.
And if they run off
Well, that's just fine.
The sun is warm.
Oh, see it shine
For Hearts of mine.
No. 5 THE WINDS ARE HOWLING
The winds are howling.
The rain beats down.
And I didn't realize
My children could drown.
The waters were rising.
The bridges were down.
Why was it so surprising?!
The rivers plowing
Right through the town.
And I could not realize
Our children could drown.
Their father could not protect them.
How could this monster neglect them?
The mud is flowing.
The river's brown.
And I didn't realize
My children could drown.
And then from my self-delusion
Comes this horrific confusion.
The winds are howling.
The rain beats down.
And I didn't realize
My children could drown.
Oh, can't you just hear them crying?
My children scream as they're dying.
The storm is through.
Yes, the rain's died down.
There's peace in town.
I know, I know
My children will have their just reward.
My children have come home to their mother's house
And now they are home,
They're home and with their righteous Lord.
At home with our Lord.
Kindertotenlieder.
So here it is. Again, anyone who wants the score, lemme know.
Songs on the
Death Of Children
By Friedrich Ruckert
Adapted and Translated into English by
Glen Roven
No. 1 TOO SOON THE SUN WILL RISE
Too soon, too soon the sun will rise
As if, As if nothing happened before my eyes.
The horror, This horror is mine alone.
No matter the sun will, will shine as it's always shone!
You must not let darkness of night confound you.
No. Let the heaven's light, let holy light surround you!
The sweet life of ours is dead and done.
Son! Daughter! Let heaven's light out shine the sun,
Let your light out shine the sun.
No. 2 OH, NOW I KNOW
Oh, now I know, just why your eyes are burning,
Just why there's heaven's fire in your glances.
Such fire. Such fire.
And with each glance my frail heart dances,
Although I know you will not be returning.
Because the mist of midnight has been churning,
My eyes did not see how your light advances,
Did not see how your precious light advances
To home, to home.
Eternal souls are always yearning.
Oh, how I wish my pain was somehow lightened.
But now I find myself resigning.
Though when I think of you my heart is brightened
For our souls are somehow now combining.
So when at night you're all alone and frightened
Look up, And see.
My eyes are stars and shining.
No. 3 WHEN I’M HOME AT LAST
When I'm home at last,
When the hours have passed,
I don't see your mother.
I look for another
Hiding 'neath the stairs,
There! Behind the chairs.
Where you should be playing.
Be there. Be there! Hear me praying.
Oh, gone without a trace.
Nothing can replace
All the joy,
The blessed joy of your embrace,
Nothing can erase my dear sweet daughter's face.
When I'm home at night I can see the light
Of our candles glowing,
Ev'ry second knowing
You'll run up to me,
Happily I see Your sweet love over flowing.
Oh, you. Oh, you; my sweet endearing, disappearing so soon. I cannot say farewell.
I cannot speak from hell.
No.4 I KNOW THEY’RE OUTSIDE
I know they're
Outside and only playing.
I wish I could hear what my children are saying.
The day is fine.
Oh, bless my soul.
I'm sure there right there behind that knoll.
And if I see them slightly straying.
Why worry? Soon they'll be back from their playing.
Oh, bless my soul.
The day is fine.
They're going for a stroll,
These hearts of mine.
And if we cannot see them playing
We’ll call them back home and they'll come obeying.
And if they run off
Well, that's just fine.
The sun is warm.
Oh, see it shine
For Hearts of mine.
No. 5 THE WINDS ARE HOWLING
The winds are howling.
The rain beats down.
And I didn't realize
My children could drown.
The waters were rising.
The bridges were down.
Why was it so surprising?!
The rivers plowing
Right through the town.
And I could not realize
Our children could drown.
Their father could not protect them.
How could this monster neglect them?
The mud is flowing.
The river's brown.
And I didn't realize
My children could drown.
And then from my self-delusion
Comes this horrific confusion.
The winds are howling.
The rain beats down.
And I didn't realize
My children could drown.
Oh, can't you just hear them crying?
My children scream as they're dying.
The storm is through.
Yes, the rain's died down.
There's peace in town.
I know, I know
My children will have their just reward.
My children have come home to their mother's house
And now they are home,
They're home and with their righteous Lord.
At home with our Lord.
SCHUBERT and Muller/Roven
People who know me know i have this passion for serious music translated into English.
Of course, only translations by...well... me! OR at least someone good.
So here's the latest:
Wintereisse Or The Winter Journey
Translated and adapted into English by me.
Anyone who wants a score, just ask.
Trust me, the audiences will ENJOY hearing it in English. (ask David Poutney!)
G
The Winter Journey
Poems by Wilhelm Muller
Adapted and translated into English by
Glen Roven
BOOK ONE
1. GOOD BYE
I came here as a stranger
And now I realize
I’ll leave here as a stranger
Although I've known your sighs.
I've heard you whisper songs of love
With love-light in your eyes.
But now I know those songs of love
Were cold, embroid'red lies.
And so, I walk this winter road,
The moon to make me wise.
She makes me walk this winter road
Beneath her frozen skies.
I'm on this bitter journey
In silence, on my own.
I make this bitter journey
Too often all alone.
The snow white trees surround me.
The winds begin to moan.
The silences confound me;
The ice begins to groan.
I did not chose this sorry road
Although I've always known
I'm bound to walk this sorry road.
From stone to stone to stone.
Why should I want to stay here
With people whom I know
Despised me for I've stayed here?
And so, I chose to go,
To go and find a greater love,
And bask in her warm glow.
I'll find myself a greater love,
A sweeter love and so
I walk in to this starless night
And come upon a doe
Who's also in this starless night
But dancing in the snow.
It's silent as I steal away.
Sweet heaven knows I'm right
To hurry past and steal away
And leave this cheerless sight.
I'll think of you forever,
My glorious delight.
I'll think of you forever
But walk into the white.
I won't disturb your dreaming.
I'll try with all my might
To not disturb your dreaming
By whispering good night.
Good night, by love, Good night.
II. THE WEATHER VANE
The West wind keeps the weather-vane spinning.
The East wind blows it round again.
How could I’ve known in the beginning
The wind loves mocking foolish men.
I’m sorry it took me so long to discover
My woman was fickle as the breeze.
She wants me; she doesn’t. Oh why is she like
The wind that’s blowing in the trees?
The weather-vanes spinning high above me
While my lover’s warm inside.
I see know she never will love me
For she’ll become a rich man’s bride.
The winds grow cold and as they’re blowing
Hear how they sing but cut like a knife.
With ev’ryone around you’s knowing
This fool, your fool will soon be going.
You will be a rich man’s wife.
III. ICE UPON MY FACE
When ice upon my face
All too suddenly appears
Somehow at once I realize
The ice is from my tears.
I'm crying.
See me crying.
I wish to God I knew
That all my tears, my teardrops
Would freeze like morning dew.
Because my tears come from my heart
Which burns with pure desire,
I thought my tears could melt the snow
And set the world on fire.
The ice upon my face makes me
Feel so cold inside.
Your heart is ice
And now I know
You've frozen the tears I've cried.
IV. Numbness
I search the fields in vain for
Her footprints in the snow.
I'm looking for the road that we
Walked not days ago.
And when the freezing rain
Forms a frozen path, I know
I'll never find that road
We walked not so long ago.
I want to kiss the ground
Where the flowers used to grow.
And have my burning tears
Melt the frozen wasteland, The earth below.
There's not a blade of grass now
Throughout the countryside.
There's not a trace of green here.
The flowers all have died.
I've nothing to remind me
Of what I had with her,
I can't seem to remember.
Oh, did it all occur?
My memories are frozen
And in my heart they'll stay.
But if my frozen heart thaws
I fear her mem'ry will melt away.
My memories are frozen
And in my heart they'll stay.
But if my frozen heart thaws I fear
Her face will melt a way,
Will melt away.
V. THE LINDEN
You see beside your garden
There stands a Linden tree.
I've dreamed there in its shadows.
Its shade protecting me.
I carved into the tree trunk
My poetry for you,
Just like a foolish schoolboy,
So young, without a clue.
But now, I have to pass it
And in the dead of night,
I close my eyes in sorrow
To shield it from my sight.
The rustling of the branches
Seemed calling out to me,
"Stay here beneath my branches.
Find peace beneath the tree."
The winter air was bitter.
The night was cold and black.
The wind then blew my hat off
But I could not look back.
And I'm far from the Linden
I think I always knew
The peace found 'neath the Linden
Was peace I'd share with you.
I still can hear the rustling
It tells me what I knew
The peace found 'neath the Linden was
Peace I'd share with you.
A peace I'd share with you.
VI. FLOODING
See my tears and see how they're dropping,
Raining, staining virgin snow.
Crying for hours on end without stopping.
See how my tears melt ice below.
See them burn the ice below.
When the earth begins it's warming,
When the snow begins to melt,
When the ice has ceased from forming
I'll still feel the pain I felt.
I'll still feel the pain I felt.
See the snow's becoming a river.
Tell me river where you flow?
Can I hope that you will deliver
All my tears to where ever go?
Take my tears where ever you go.
See the river's tossing, churning,
Racing quickly, white with foam.
When my tears in the river start burning,
That's when the river's reached my sweet love's home.
That's when the river's reached my lover's home.
VII. ON THE RIVER
River, you rushed and thundered,
With many tales to tell.
But now you’re calm and silent
And never said, "Farewell."
Oh, river you seem lifeless,
Disguised with frosted ice.
Your thunder's turned to stillness.
You offer no advice.
And on your icy surface
My lover's name I write.
I carve the day and hour
And celebrate the night,
The night of our first meeting.
The day I went away
Is also carved beneath it
And there the two will stay.
My heart is in this river.
Its image down below
And underneath the ice
Does a torrent also flow?
Oh, I know it does. I know.
In my heart, I know it’s so.
VIII. LOOKING BACK
I feel my soles’ consumed by fire
Although there's snow beneath my feet.
Still I won't rest until each spire
Has faded and my trek's complete.
I trip and stumble as I'm racing
Away from this abhorrent town.
The crows themselves seem to be chasing
Me, throwing ice to knock me down.
Not long ago the town was singing
A very diff'rnt song for me.
The steeple bells seemed to be ringing
For us alone. While ev'ry tree
Was blooming for our very pleasure.
The Lindens sweetened ev'ry field.
But then you blinked, my precious treasure.
I knew at once my fate was sealed.
And now I try not to remember.
I try not to remember when
She wanted me. Now, in December.
I pray to see her once again.
Oh, yes I try not to remember
I'd stand outside her door and when
I think about us last September,
I wish that I were there again.
And when I think about September.
I pray I could be there again.
I pray I could be there again.
IX. APPARITION
Now I know some apparition's
Led me to this grievous spot.
Beaten down into submission,
I'm so tired; it matter's not.
I've been cursed with endless travel.
Ev'ry road leads towards one goal,
Where my joys and pain unravel.
Where a ghost controls my soul.
Now, I'm crippled with emotion
As I walk, I'm still your slave.
Ev'ry river finds its ocean.
E'vry sorrow finds a grave.
X. REST
I feel at once how tired I am
And all because I'm stopping.
Till now, I didn't give a damn.
My heart kept me from dropping.
My poor feet didn't need a rest.
My mind has kept me walking,
Though winds were beating at my breast
And cold kept me from talking.
I find my shelter in a shack
And still my back is aching.
Christ, see how both my feet are black
And both my hands are shaking.
My heart has also braved the storm.
It chose the road I'm taking.
And only now, inside and warm I
t feels the pain of breaking.
XI. THE DREAM OF SPRINGTIME
I dreamt of the perfumed flowers
That covered the meadows in May.
I dreamt that the snow white song-birds were
Singing their love songs all day,
But then when I awakened
All beauty disappeared.
Just freezing winds embraced me
While roosters and screech-owls sneered.
But there, outside your window,
I swear I saw flowers grow.
Yes, right there by your window,
Grew lilies. I know. I know.
Go on laugh at the man who saw
Lilies bloom in the snow.
I dreamt of a love who loved me,
An angel from above.
My soul-mate, my companion,
Who'll want to return my love.
But now the rooster's crowing
And all at once it seems
I'm left here now with nothing
Except my pathetic dreams.
I fear I have to dream
If I ever hope to see
The flowers that bloom in winter,
Or hearts so young and free.
Oh, do I have to be dreaming to know
That you still will love me?
XII. Loneliness
See how a snow white cloud floats
So calmly through the sky
And feel the temp'rate breeze
As it gently passes by.
Now, see the way I travel,
So bitter, wracked with pain.
Despite, the world's great pleasures
This ache beats on my brain.
Although the skies are calm now
And storms have been assuaged.
I've never felt so wretched
As if the storms still, the storms still raged.
Of course, only translations by...well... me! OR at least someone good.
So here's the latest:
Wintereisse Or The Winter Journey
Translated and adapted into English by me.
Anyone who wants a score, just ask.
Trust me, the audiences will ENJOY hearing it in English. (ask David Poutney!)
G
The Winter Journey
Poems by Wilhelm Muller
Adapted and translated into English by
Glen Roven
BOOK ONE
1. GOOD BYE
I came here as a stranger
And now I realize
I’ll leave here as a stranger
Although I've known your sighs.
I've heard you whisper songs of love
With love-light in your eyes.
But now I know those songs of love
Were cold, embroid'red lies.
And so, I walk this winter road,
The moon to make me wise.
She makes me walk this winter road
Beneath her frozen skies.
I'm on this bitter journey
In silence, on my own.
I make this bitter journey
Too often all alone.
The snow white trees surround me.
The winds begin to moan.
The silences confound me;
The ice begins to groan.
I did not chose this sorry road
Although I've always known
I'm bound to walk this sorry road.
From stone to stone to stone.
Why should I want to stay here
With people whom I know
Despised me for I've stayed here?
And so, I chose to go,
To go and find a greater love,
And bask in her warm glow.
I'll find myself a greater love,
A sweeter love and so
I walk in to this starless night
And come upon a doe
Who's also in this starless night
But dancing in the snow.
It's silent as I steal away.
Sweet heaven knows I'm right
To hurry past and steal away
And leave this cheerless sight.
I'll think of you forever,
My glorious delight.
I'll think of you forever
But walk into the white.
I won't disturb your dreaming.
I'll try with all my might
To not disturb your dreaming
By whispering good night.
Good night, by love, Good night.
II. THE WEATHER VANE
The West wind keeps the weather-vane spinning.
The East wind blows it round again.
How could I’ve known in the beginning
The wind loves mocking foolish men.
I’m sorry it took me so long to discover
My woman was fickle as the breeze.
She wants me; she doesn’t. Oh why is she like
The wind that’s blowing in the trees?
The weather-vanes spinning high above me
While my lover’s warm inside.
I see know she never will love me
For she’ll become a rich man’s bride.
The winds grow cold and as they’re blowing
Hear how they sing but cut like a knife.
With ev’ryone around you’s knowing
This fool, your fool will soon be going.
You will be a rich man’s wife.
III. ICE UPON MY FACE
When ice upon my face
All too suddenly appears
Somehow at once I realize
The ice is from my tears.
I'm crying.
See me crying.
I wish to God I knew
That all my tears, my teardrops
Would freeze like morning dew.
Because my tears come from my heart
Which burns with pure desire,
I thought my tears could melt the snow
And set the world on fire.
The ice upon my face makes me
Feel so cold inside.
Your heart is ice
And now I know
You've frozen the tears I've cried.
IV. Numbness
I search the fields in vain for
Her footprints in the snow.
I'm looking for the road that we
Walked not days ago.
And when the freezing rain
Forms a frozen path, I know
I'll never find that road
We walked not so long ago.
I want to kiss the ground
Where the flowers used to grow.
And have my burning tears
Melt the frozen wasteland, The earth below.
There's not a blade of grass now
Throughout the countryside.
There's not a trace of green here.
The flowers all have died.
I've nothing to remind me
Of what I had with her,
I can't seem to remember.
Oh, did it all occur?
My memories are frozen
And in my heart they'll stay.
But if my frozen heart thaws
I fear her mem'ry will melt away.
My memories are frozen
And in my heart they'll stay.
But if my frozen heart thaws I fear
Her face will melt a way,
Will melt away.
V. THE LINDEN
You see beside your garden
There stands a Linden tree.
I've dreamed there in its shadows.
Its shade protecting me.
I carved into the tree trunk
My poetry for you,
Just like a foolish schoolboy,
So young, without a clue.
But now, I have to pass it
And in the dead of night,
I close my eyes in sorrow
To shield it from my sight.
The rustling of the branches
Seemed calling out to me,
"Stay here beneath my branches.
Find peace beneath the tree."
The winter air was bitter.
The night was cold and black.
The wind then blew my hat off
But I could not look back.
And I'm far from the Linden
I think I always knew
The peace found 'neath the Linden
Was peace I'd share with you.
I still can hear the rustling
It tells me what I knew
The peace found 'neath the Linden was
Peace I'd share with you.
A peace I'd share with you.
VI. FLOODING
See my tears and see how they're dropping,
Raining, staining virgin snow.
Crying for hours on end without stopping.
See how my tears melt ice below.
See them burn the ice below.
When the earth begins it's warming,
When the snow begins to melt,
When the ice has ceased from forming
I'll still feel the pain I felt.
I'll still feel the pain I felt.
See the snow's becoming a river.
Tell me river where you flow?
Can I hope that you will deliver
All my tears to where ever go?
Take my tears where ever you go.
See the river's tossing, churning,
Racing quickly, white with foam.
When my tears in the river start burning,
That's when the river's reached my sweet love's home.
That's when the river's reached my lover's home.
VII. ON THE RIVER
River, you rushed and thundered,
With many tales to tell.
But now you’re calm and silent
And never said, "Farewell."
Oh, river you seem lifeless,
Disguised with frosted ice.
Your thunder's turned to stillness.
You offer no advice.
And on your icy surface
My lover's name I write.
I carve the day and hour
And celebrate the night,
The night of our first meeting.
The day I went away
Is also carved beneath it
And there the two will stay.
My heart is in this river.
Its image down below
And underneath the ice
Does a torrent also flow?
Oh, I know it does. I know.
In my heart, I know it’s so.
VIII. LOOKING BACK
I feel my soles’ consumed by fire
Although there's snow beneath my feet.
Still I won't rest until each spire
Has faded and my trek's complete.
I trip and stumble as I'm racing
Away from this abhorrent town.
The crows themselves seem to be chasing
Me, throwing ice to knock me down.
Not long ago the town was singing
A very diff'rnt song for me.
The steeple bells seemed to be ringing
For us alone. While ev'ry tree
Was blooming for our very pleasure.
The Lindens sweetened ev'ry field.
But then you blinked, my precious treasure.
I knew at once my fate was sealed.
And now I try not to remember.
I try not to remember when
She wanted me. Now, in December.
I pray to see her once again.
Oh, yes I try not to remember
I'd stand outside her door and when
I think about us last September,
I wish that I were there again.
And when I think about September.
I pray I could be there again.
I pray I could be there again.
IX. APPARITION
Now I know some apparition's
Led me to this grievous spot.
Beaten down into submission,
I'm so tired; it matter's not.
I've been cursed with endless travel.
Ev'ry road leads towards one goal,
Where my joys and pain unravel.
Where a ghost controls my soul.
Now, I'm crippled with emotion
As I walk, I'm still your slave.
Ev'ry river finds its ocean.
E'vry sorrow finds a grave.
X. REST
I feel at once how tired I am
And all because I'm stopping.
Till now, I didn't give a damn.
My heart kept me from dropping.
My poor feet didn't need a rest.
My mind has kept me walking,
Though winds were beating at my breast
And cold kept me from talking.
I find my shelter in a shack
And still my back is aching.
Christ, see how both my feet are black
And both my hands are shaking.
My heart has also braved the storm.
It chose the road I'm taking.
And only now, inside and warm I
t feels the pain of breaking.
XI. THE DREAM OF SPRINGTIME
I dreamt of the perfumed flowers
That covered the meadows in May.
I dreamt that the snow white song-birds were
Singing their love songs all day,
But then when I awakened
All beauty disappeared.
Just freezing winds embraced me
While roosters and screech-owls sneered.
But there, outside your window,
I swear I saw flowers grow.
Yes, right there by your window,
Grew lilies. I know. I know.
Go on laugh at the man who saw
Lilies bloom in the snow.
I dreamt of a love who loved me,
An angel from above.
My soul-mate, my companion,
Who'll want to return my love.
But now the rooster's crowing
And all at once it seems
I'm left here now with nothing
Except my pathetic dreams.
I fear I have to dream
If I ever hope to see
The flowers that bloom in winter,
Or hearts so young and free.
Oh, do I have to be dreaming to know
That you still will love me?
XII. Loneliness
See how a snow white cloud floats
So calmly through the sky
And feel the temp'rate breeze
As it gently passes by.
Now, see the way I travel,
So bitter, wracked with pain.
Despite, the world's great pleasures
This ache beats on my brain.
Although the skies are calm now
And storms have been assuaged.
I've never felt so wretched
As if the storms still, the storms still raged.
Entertainment Weekly
Great piece about us today in EW (as it's called in the trades!)
It's honestly, exactly what I wanted to happen with the CD. A crossover!
EW Exclusive: Poetry reading by Cynthia Nixon and Catherine Zeta-Jones
by Thom Geier
Categories: Audiobooks, Celebrity, Poetry, Sex and the City
Image Credit: Bill Davila/Startraksphoto.com; Andy Fossum/StartrWho said poetry readings had to be stuffy, unglamorous affairs? Scores of celebrities, including Sex and the City’s Cynthia Nixon (pictured, far left) and Catherine Zeta-Jones, are creating their own verse-case scenarios. On April 2, GPR Records will release Poetic License, a three-CD set that features 100 poems performed by 100 famous names. (The disc will be available on Amazon and iTunes.) Each star picked a favorite poem to read on the spoken-word compilation, which is arriving just in time for National Poetry Month. Selections include Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and the Carpenter” (Jason Alexander), Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Day Is Done” (Florence Henderson), Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” (Kate Mulgrew), and Edward Field’s “New Yorkers” (veteran TLC host Paige Davis).
EW is pleased to share two advance tracks from Poetic License. First, it’s Cynthia Nixon reading A.A. Milne’s “Vespers,” the first work the author wrote featuring his son, Christopher Robin. (Milne went on to write a book of children’s poetry, When We Were Very Young, that included a verse about a then-unnamed teddy bear who “however hard he tries grows tubby without exercise.”) You can easily imagine Nixon reading “Vespers” at bed-side to her own children.
Cynthia Nixon reading “Vespers”
In our second audio clip from Poetic License, Catherine Zeta-Jones reads William Wordsworth’s springtime classic “Daffodils.” She intones the poem in classic fashion, with more of a trained stage voice (the actress is now appearing on Broadway, after all, in A Little Night Music) than the Welsh lilt of her childhood.
Catherine Zeta-Jones reading “Daffodils”
It's honestly, exactly what I wanted to happen with the CD. A crossover!
EW Exclusive: Poetry reading by Cynthia Nixon and Catherine Zeta-Jones
by Thom Geier
Categories: Audiobooks, Celebrity, Poetry, Sex and the City
Image Credit: Bill Davila/Startraksphoto.com; Andy Fossum/StartrWho said poetry readings had to be stuffy, unglamorous affairs? Scores of celebrities, including Sex and the City’s Cynthia Nixon (pictured, far left) and Catherine Zeta-Jones, are creating their own verse-case scenarios. On April 2, GPR Records will release Poetic License, a three-CD set that features 100 poems performed by 100 famous names. (The disc will be available on Amazon and iTunes.) Each star picked a favorite poem to read on the spoken-word compilation, which is arriving just in time for National Poetry Month. Selections include Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and the Carpenter” (Jason Alexander), Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Day Is Done” (Florence Henderson), Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” (Kate Mulgrew), and Edward Field’s “New Yorkers” (veteran TLC host Paige Davis).
EW is pleased to share two advance tracks from Poetic License. First, it’s Cynthia Nixon reading A.A. Milne’s “Vespers,” the first work the author wrote featuring his son, Christopher Robin. (Milne went on to write a book of children’s poetry, When We Were Very Young, that included a verse about a then-unnamed teddy bear who “however hard he tries grows tubby without exercise.”) You can easily imagine Nixon reading “Vespers” at bed-side to her own children.
Cynthia Nixon reading “Vespers”
In our second audio clip from Poetic License, Catherine Zeta-Jones reads William Wordsworth’s springtime classic “Daffodils.” She intones the poem in classic fashion, with more of a trained stage voice (the actress is now appearing on Broadway, after all, in A Little Night Music) than the Welsh lilt of her childhood.
Catherine Zeta-Jones reading “Daffodils”
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
lots of great press today:
Glen Roven, Peter Fitzgerald, and Richard Cohen are pleased to announce the formation of a new CD label, GPR Records, (www.GPRRecords.com) which will record and distribute Broadway, classical, spoken word, and children's music. GPR aims to surprise listeners with recordings that are both unusual and entertaining.
GPR Records' first release will be "Poetic License" featuring 100 poems read by 100 performers of the stage and screen. The CD will be released on April 2nd in celebration of National Poetry Month and will be available on Amazon.com and on itunes. There has never been a spoken word recording that has included so many performers reading such a wide variety of poetry, each selection a personal choice of the performer. GPR Records is presenting this collection in hopes of inspiring audiences with a new appreciation of the spoken word.
"I love poetry. I love reading it. I love memorizing it. I love hearing great actors recite it," said GPR Records artistic director Glen Roven. "In the past, I have had the audacity to set poetry to music. But, on this CD, the only music you will find is the music of the poems. Poetry unadorned. Great poetry needs nothing but a great actor with a voice as eloquent and expressive as the poem itself to lift the poem off the page and into the heart."
"It is very exciting to begin this new CD label with such a great group of people," said GPR Records CEO Peter Fitzgerald. "Our goal is to record new material, standards, and old favorites while giving audiences exposure to some amazing up-and-coming artists."
Chief financial officer Richard Cohen added, "We created GPR Records to add something special to the landscape. It is important for us to push boundaries with these unique compilations."
The list of poems and performers on "Poetic License" is as follows:
1. Jason Alexander (Robinson: Richard Cory)
2. Glen Seven Allen (Shakespeare: Sonnet 131)
3. Nancy Anderson (Blake: Mary)
4. Linda Balgord (Strand: Eating Poetry)
5. Christine Baranski (Shakespeare: How Happy Some)
6. James Barbour (Kipling: If)
7. Brent Barrett (Shakespeare: Sonnet 29 When In Distress)
8. John Belhamm (Shakespeare: Hang My Poems)
9. Reed Birney (Blanding: Some Lines Scrawled on a Door of a Vagabond's House)
10. Charles Busch (Browning: My Last Duchess)
11. Danny Burstein (Hayden: Those Winter Sundays)
12. Zoe Caldwell (Caldwell: On Behalf of Trees)
13. Ann Hampton Calloway (Rilke Sonnet 3 from Orpheus)
14. Alan Campbell (Lux: A Little Tooth)
15. Douglas Carpenter (Whitman: To What You Said)
16. Len Cariou (Shakespeare: Ye Elves)
17. Donna Lynne Champlin (Cadell: The Job Interview)
18. Philip Casnoff (Thomas: Fern Hill)
19. Michael Cerveris (Ondaatje: The Cinnamon Peeler)
20. Chuck Cooper (TBA)
21. Donald Corren (Poe: Annabel Lee)
22. Veanne Cox (Milton: Paradise Lost)
23. Tyne Daly (Auden: But I Can't))
24. Daniel Davis (Cavafy: Waiting for the Barbarians)
25. Paige Davis (Field: New Yorker)
26. Ed Dixon (co Producer) (Frost: Bearer of Evil Tidings
27. Mike Doyle (S.L. Johnson) Lovers on a Park Bench
28. Melissa Errico: (Kenyon: Otherwise)
29. Francesca Faridany (Rukeyser: Myth)
30. Barbara Feldon (Atwood: I Would Like to Watch You Sleeping)
31. Lauren Flanigan (Weinstein: Grosz)
32. Peter Friedman (Levertov: Psalm Concerning the Castle)
33. Penny Fuller (Lawrence: Terra Incognita)
34. David Garrison (Frost: Road Less Traveled)
35. Joanna Gleason (Neruda: Sonnet XVII)
36. Amanda Green (Carroll: You Are Old Father Williams)
37. Harriet Harris (Spice: Any Fool Can Get Into an Ocean)
38. RoxAnne Hart (Moore: Poetry)
39. Florence Henderson (Longfellow: The Day is Done)
40. Edward Hibbert (Bentjamin)
41. George S. Irving (Fearing: Elegy in a Theatrical Warehouse)
42. Dana Ivey (Henley: Invictus)
43. Beth Howland (Parker: Sympton Recital)
44. Moises Kauffman (Williams: Life Stories)
45. Cady Huffman (Taylor Mali: A Dog Named Bodhidsattva)
46. Byron Jennings (Yeats: When You Are Old and Grey)
47. Judy Kaye (cummings: I thank God for this...)
48. Lauren Kennedy (Stevens: The House was Quiet...)
49. Charles Kimbrough (Browning: Meet At Night)
50. Marc Kudisch (Frost: Fire and Ice)
51. Claire Lautier (Donne: A Valediction...)
52. Judith Light (Stoher: Soft Knife)
53. Patti LuPone (TBA)
54. Rebecaa Luker (Rosetti: Remember)
55. Ramona Mallory (Silverstein: The Nap-taker)
56. Jeff McCarthy (Collins: Conversion)
57. Carolyn McCormick (Millay: Dirge Without Music)
58. Roberta Maxwell (Stevie Smith: Not Waving But Drowning)
59. Kate Mulgrew (Dickinson: I Could Not Stop for Death)
60. Tom McGowan (Lawrence: Afternoon in School)
61. Keith McDermott (Yeats: Second Coming
62. Michael Minarek (Ammons: Beautiful Woman)
63. Julia Murney (TBA)
64. Cynthia Nixon (Milne: Vespers)
65. Diedre O'Connell (Harrison: Barking)
66. Cieran O'Reilly (Yeats: Cloths of Heaven)
67. Nancy Opel (Clampitt: The Sun Underfoot Among...)
68. Daniel Okulitch (Hoaglund: Self Improvement)
69. Patrick Page (Shakespeare: Our Revels)
70. Peter Paige (Anne Sexton)
71. Guy Paul (Marvell: To His Coy Mistress)
72. Michele Pawk (Karr: Last Love)
73. Dean Pitchford (Parker: Song of a Hopeful Heart)
74. Alice Playten (Kushner: An Undoing World)
75. Sam Robards (Bunan: Die While You're Alive)
76. John Rubinstein (Coleridge: Ancient Mariner)
77. Michael Rupert Ginsberg: A Supermarket in CA)
78. Chris Sarandon (Tennyson: Ulysses)
79. Lynn Sherr (Rich: Heroines)
80. Paul Schoeffler (Owens: Dulce et Decorum Est)
81. Matthew Schechter (Silverstein: The Poem Tester))
82. Emily Skinner (Millay: Love is not All)
83. Douglas Sills (Monette: Context)
84. Carole Shelley (Wordsworth: Composed Upon Westminster)
85. Bobby Steggart (Naruda: If You Forget Me)
86. James Patrick Stewart (Pinsky: Doctor Frolic)
87. Richard Thomas (Hopkins: Spring and Fall)
88. Maria Tucci (Yeats: A Prayer for My Daughter)
89. Kathleen Turner (Dorfman: Correspondence)
90. Harriet Walter (Hardy: The Walk)
91. Tony Walton (Cook: Blue Football)
92. Brenda Wehle (Hirshfield: Lake and Maple)
93. Chandler Williams (O'Hara: To The Harbour Master)
94. JoBeth Williams (Keats: When I have fears)
95. Geraint Wyn Davies (Thomas: In My Craft or Sullen...)
96. Michael York (Kipling: Tommy)
97. Chip Zien (Longfellow: Mezzo Cammin)
98. Catherine Zeta-Jones
99. Louis Zorich (Tennyson: Crossing the Bar)
100. Alan Campbell (Lux: A Little Tooth)
101. Gregory Jbara (Shakespeare: Bottom's Dream)
102. Michael Learned (Millay: An Ancient Gesture)
103. Paul Provenza (Justice: Men at Forty)
"Poetic License" will be released on April 2nd and will be available on Amazon.com and itunes.
Future recordings for GPR Records include:
GOODNIGHT MOON / RUNAWAY BUNNY
· This will be a live recording of a MOTHER'S CONCERT in Central Park and will feature The InterSchool Orchestra Performing Live.
· These are two highly acclaimed new concert pieces for children written by GPR Artistic Director Glen Roven.
· Margaret Wise Brown wrote the original books for Goodnight Moon and Runaway Bunny which have been in print for 60 years and annually sell more than 2 million copies.
· The concert celebrates Ms. Brown's 100th Birthday.
· Stars will be announced to Narrate and Sing. For more information, visit: runawaybunnyconcerto.com
Daniel Okulitch
· Classical album for Baritone Daniel Okulitch (recently Don Giovanni at New York City Opera)
· The album will be a celebration of the new American art songs.
· Composers include: Ricky Ian Gordon, Jake Heggie and Lowell Leiberman.
THE GREAT NEW YORK PIANISTS: New York State of Mind
· The great pianists of New York City doing what they do best.
· Featuring Dick Hyman, Lee Musiker, Robbie Kandor and many others.
· Never before heard compilation of pianists on the same CD for the first time.
BIOS
Peter Fitzgerald Founding partner in GPR Records, a new recording company devoted to classic and unexpected works. Peter is a noted Broadway sound designer represented currently by, Looped and All About Me. A prolific designer including last season's: Will Farrell's Your Welcome America, Blithe Spirit, Speed the Plow, and such past designs as: New York Philharmonic's production of My Fair Lady, in 2006 and Camelot in 2007. Billy Joel's Movin' Out, La Cage Aux Folles, Victor/Victoria with Julie Andrews, City of Angels, Gypsy, Falsettos, Paul Simon's The Capeman, The Will Rogers Follies, Swing, Minnelli on Minnelli with Liza, Dream, Threepenny Opera with Sting, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas to name a few. Noted plays: The Odd Couple, M. Butterfly, Stones in His Pockets, The Beauty Queen of Leenane and A Thousand Clowns. Peter is President and co-owner of Sound Associates, Inc a premier provider of sound and video systems to the theater and business community with locations is New York, Yonkers, and Atlanta. He was instrumental in developing the recording studio at the New York location, home of GPR Records. Peter and his wife, Maritza, are the proud parents of daughters Lori and Mallori.
Glen Roven, a four-time Emmy winner, recently conducted his Violin Concerto at Carnegie Hall and will accompany Baritone Mark Stone this season at Carnegie when Stone performs a full evening of Roven's music. He has conducted The Israel Philharmonic, the National Symphony, the Seattle Symphony, the Hollywood Bowl Orchestra, The Munich Philharmonic, The Radio Luxembourg Orchestra, The American Symphony, as well as many others. He has produced for Julie Andrews, Kathleen Battle, Placido Domingo, Renee Fleming, Aretha Franklin, Kenny G., Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Quincy Jones, Kermit the Frog, Patti LaBelle, Liza Minnelli, Diana Ross to name a few. Career highlights include conducting the original Broadway production of Sugar Babies, conducting four Presidential Inaugurations, conducting Frank Sinatra's last television appearance and Sammy Davis Jr,'s last televised appearance. Next season sees the debut of his Broadway musical, Dr. Seuss's The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T.
Richard Cohen has over forty years in technical theater, film and television. He has worked for the Metropolitan Opera and on Broadway, from Company in 1970 to Smokey Joe's Cafe in 2000. His film credits include, among others "Billy Bathgate" and "The Thomas Crown Affair." He has also done commercials for every brand of detergent on the market. His television credits include soaps, news, and variety shows. Outside the biz, he has developed real estate in New Jersey. Richards daughter Alison is pursuing a career in the fine arts in Boston
For More Information, Visit: www.GPRRecords.com
GPR Records' first release will be "Poetic License" featuring 100 poems read by 100 performers of the stage and screen. The CD will be released on April 2nd in celebration of National Poetry Month and will be available on Amazon.com and on itunes. There has never been a spoken word recording that has included so many performers reading such a wide variety of poetry, each selection a personal choice of the performer. GPR Records is presenting this collection in hopes of inspiring audiences with a new appreciation of the spoken word.
"I love poetry. I love reading it. I love memorizing it. I love hearing great actors recite it," said GPR Records artistic director Glen Roven. "In the past, I have had the audacity to set poetry to music. But, on this CD, the only music you will find is the music of the poems. Poetry unadorned. Great poetry needs nothing but a great actor with a voice as eloquent and expressive as the poem itself to lift the poem off the page and into the heart."
"It is very exciting to begin this new CD label with such a great group of people," said GPR Records CEO Peter Fitzgerald. "Our goal is to record new material, standards, and old favorites while giving audiences exposure to some amazing up-and-coming artists."
Chief financial officer Richard Cohen added, "We created GPR Records to add something special to the landscape. It is important for us to push boundaries with these unique compilations."
The list of poems and performers on "Poetic License" is as follows:
1. Jason Alexander (Robinson: Richard Cory)
2. Glen Seven Allen (Shakespeare: Sonnet 131)
3. Nancy Anderson (Blake: Mary)
4. Linda Balgord (Strand: Eating Poetry)
5. Christine Baranski (Shakespeare: How Happy Some)
6. James Barbour (Kipling: If)
7. Brent Barrett (Shakespeare: Sonnet 29 When In Distress)
8. John Belhamm (Shakespeare: Hang My Poems)
9. Reed Birney (Blanding: Some Lines Scrawled on a Door of a Vagabond's House)
10. Charles Busch (Browning: My Last Duchess)
11. Danny Burstein (Hayden: Those Winter Sundays)
12. Zoe Caldwell (Caldwell: On Behalf of Trees)
13. Ann Hampton Calloway (Rilke Sonnet 3 from Orpheus)
14. Alan Campbell (Lux: A Little Tooth)
15. Douglas Carpenter (Whitman: To What You Said)
16. Len Cariou (Shakespeare: Ye Elves)
17. Donna Lynne Champlin (Cadell: The Job Interview)
18. Philip Casnoff (Thomas: Fern Hill)
19. Michael Cerveris (Ondaatje: The Cinnamon Peeler)
20. Chuck Cooper (TBA)
21. Donald Corren (Poe: Annabel Lee)
22. Veanne Cox (Milton: Paradise Lost)
23. Tyne Daly (Auden: But I Can't))
24. Daniel Davis (Cavafy: Waiting for the Barbarians)
25. Paige Davis (Field: New Yorker)
26. Ed Dixon (co Producer) (Frost: Bearer of Evil Tidings
27. Mike Doyle (S.L. Johnson) Lovers on a Park Bench
28. Melissa Errico: (Kenyon: Otherwise)
29. Francesca Faridany (Rukeyser: Myth)
30. Barbara Feldon (Atwood: I Would Like to Watch You Sleeping)
31. Lauren Flanigan (Weinstein: Grosz)
32. Peter Friedman (Levertov: Psalm Concerning the Castle)
33. Penny Fuller (Lawrence: Terra Incognita)
34. David Garrison (Frost: Road Less Traveled)
35. Joanna Gleason (Neruda: Sonnet XVII)
36. Amanda Green (Carroll: You Are Old Father Williams)
37. Harriet Harris (Spice: Any Fool Can Get Into an Ocean)
38. RoxAnne Hart (Moore: Poetry)
39. Florence Henderson (Longfellow: The Day is Done)
40. Edward Hibbert (Bentjamin)
41. George S. Irving (Fearing: Elegy in a Theatrical Warehouse)
42. Dana Ivey (Henley: Invictus)
43. Beth Howland (Parker: Sympton Recital)
44. Moises Kauffman (Williams: Life Stories)
45. Cady Huffman (Taylor Mali: A Dog Named Bodhidsattva)
46. Byron Jennings (Yeats: When You Are Old and Grey)
47. Judy Kaye (cummings: I thank God for this...)
48. Lauren Kennedy (Stevens: The House was Quiet...)
49. Charles Kimbrough (Browning: Meet At Night)
50. Marc Kudisch (Frost: Fire and Ice)
51. Claire Lautier (Donne: A Valediction...)
52. Judith Light (Stoher: Soft Knife)
53. Patti LuPone (TBA)
54. Rebecaa Luker (Rosetti: Remember)
55. Ramona Mallory (Silverstein: The Nap-taker)
56. Jeff McCarthy (Collins: Conversion)
57. Carolyn McCormick (Millay: Dirge Without Music)
58. Roberta Maxwell (Stevie Smith: Not Waving But Drowning)
59. Kate Mulgrew (Dickinson: I Could Not Stop for Death)
60. Tom McGowan (Lawrence: Afternoon in School)
61. Keith McDermott (Yeats: Second Coming
62. Michael Minarek (Ammons: Beautiful Woman)
63. Julia Murney (TBA)
64. Cynthia Nixon (Milne: Vespers)
65. Diedre O'Connell (Harrison: Barking)
66. Cieran O'Reilly (Yeats: Cloths of Heaven)
67. Nancy Opel (Clampitt: The Sun Underfoot Among...)
68. Daniel Okulitch (Hoaglund: Self Improvement)
69. Patrick Page (Shakespeare: Our Revels)
70. Peter Paige (Anne Sexton)
71. Guy Paul (Marvell: To His Coy Mistress)
72. Michele Pawk (Karr: Last Love)
73. Dean Pitchford (Parker: Song of a Hopeful Heart)
74. Alice Playten (Kushner: An Undoing World)
75. Sam Robards (Bunan: Die While You're Alive)
76. John Rubinstein (Coleridge: Ancient Mariner)
77. Michael Rupert Ginsberg: A Supermarket in CA)
78. Chris Sarandon (Tennyson: Ulysses)
79. Lynn Sherr (Rich: Heroines)
80. Paul Schoeffler (Owens: Dulce et Decorum Est)
81. Matthew Schechter (Silverstein: The Poem Tester))
82. Emily Skinner (Millay: Love is not All)
83. Douglas Sills (Monette: Context)
84. Carole Shelley (Wordsworth: Composed Upon Westminster)
85. Bobby Steggart (Naruda: If You Forget Me)
86. James Patrick Stewart (Pinsky: Doctor Frolic)
87. Richard Thomas (Hopkins: Spring and Fall)
88. Maria Tucci (Yeats: A Prayer for My Daughter)
89. Kathleen Turner (Dorfman: Correspondence)
90. Harriet Walter (Hardy: The Walk)
91. Tony Walton (Cook: Blue Football)
92. Brenda Wehle (Hirshfield: Lake and Maple)
93. Chandler Williams (O'Hara: To The Harbour Master)
94. JoBeth Williams (Keats: When I have fears)
95. Geraint Wyn Davies (Thomas: In My Craft or Sullen...)
96. Michael York (Kipling: Tommy)
97. Chip Zien (Longfellow: Mezzo Cammin)
98. Catherine Zeta-Jones
99. Louis Zorich (Tennyson: Crossing the Bar)
100. Alan Campbell (Lux: A Little Tooth)
101. Gregory Jbara (Shakespeare: Bottom's Dream)
102. Michael Learned (Millay: An Ancient Gesture)
103. Paul Provenza (Justice: Men at Forty)
"Poetic License" will be released on April 2nd and will be available on Amazon.com and itunes.
Future recordings for GPR Records include:
GOODNIGHT MOON / RUNAWAY BUNNY
· This will be a live recording of a MOTHER'S CONCERT in Central Park and will feature The InterSchool Orchestra Performing Live.
· These are two highly acclaimed new concert pieces for children written by GPR Artistic Director Glen Roven.
· Margaret Wise Brown wrote the original books for Goodnight Moon and Runaway Bunny which have been in print for 60 years and annually sell more than 2 million copies.
· The concert celebrates Ms. Brown's 100th Birthday.
· Stars will be announced to Narrate and Sing. For more information, visit: runawaybunnyconcerto.com
Daniel Okulitch
· Classical album for Baritone Daniel Okulitch (recently Don Giovanni at New York City Opera)
· The album will be a celebration of the new American art songs.
· Composers include: Ricky Ian Gordon, Jake Heggie and Lowell Leiberman.
THE GREAT NEW YORK PIANISTS: New York State of Mind
· The great pianists of New York City doing what they do best.
· Featuring Dick Hyman, Lee Musiker, Robbie Kandor and many others.
· Never before heard compilation of pianists on the same CD for the first time.
BIOS
Peter Fitzgerald Founding partner in GPR Records, a new recording company devoted to classic and unexpected works. Peter is a noted Broadway sound designer represented currently by, Looped and All About Me. A prolific designer including last season's: Will Farrell's Your Welcome America, Blithe Spirit, Speed the Plow, and such past designs as: New York Philharmonic's production of My Fair Lady, in 2006 and Camelot in 2007. Billy Joel's Movin' Out, La Cage Aux Folles, Victor/Victoria with Julie Andrews, City of Angels, Gypsy, Falsettos, Paul Simon's The Capeman, The Will Rogers Follies, Swing, Minnelli on Minnelli with Liza, Dream, Threepenny Opera with Sting, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas to name a few. Noted plays: The Odd Couple, M. Butterfly, Stones in His Pockets, The Beauty Queen of Leenane and A Thousand Clowns. Peter is President and co-owner of Sound Associates, Inc a premier provider of sound and video systems to the theater and business community with locations is New York, Yonkers, and Atlanta. He was instrumental in developing the recording studio at the New York location, home of GPR Records. Peter and his wife, Maritza, are the proud parents of daughters Lori and Mallori.
Glen Roven, a four-time Emmy winner, recently conducted his Violin Concerto at Carnegie Hall and will accompany Baritone Mark Stone this season at Carnegie when Stone performs a full evening of Roven's music. He has conducted The Israel Philharmonic, the National Symphony, the Seattle Symphony, the Hollywood Bowl Orchestra, The Munich Philharmonic, The Radio Luxembourg Orchestra, The American Symphony, as well as many others. He has produced for Julie Andrews, Kathleen Battle, Placido Domingo, Renee Fleming, Aretha Franklin, Kenny G., Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Quincy Jones, Kermit the Frog, Patti LaBelle, Liza Minnelli, Diana Ross to name a few. Career highlights include conducting the original Broadway production of Sugar Babies, conducting four Presidential Inaugurations, conducting Frank Sinatra's last television appearance and Sammy Davis Jr,'s last televised appearance. Next season sees the debut of his Broadway musical, Dr. Seuss's The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T.
Richard Cohen has over forty years in technical theater, film and television. He has worked for the Metropolitan Opera and on Broadway, from Company in 1970 to Smokey Joe's Cafe in 2000. His film credits include, among others "Billy Bathgate" and "The Thomas Crown Affair." He has also done commercials for every brand of detergent on the market. His television credits include soaps, news, and variety shows. Outside the biz, he has developed real estate in New Jersey. Richards daughter Alison is pursuing a career in the fine arts in Boston
For More Information, Visit: www.GPRRecords.com
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