Last night I sang my first and only Senior Recital. As a Voice Performance major, this is the capstone of my undergraduate education. I can’t believe it’s over! My song selection was thus:
Vivaldi: In furore iustissimae irae (consisting of 3 arias and a recit)
Faure: 4 Songs, Op. 51 – Larmes, Au Cimetiere, Spleen
Verdi: Addio del passato from La Traviata
Whitacre: 5 Hebrew Love Songs – Temuna, Kala Kalla, Larov, Eyse Sheleg, Rakut
Hoiby: Jabberwocky, always it’s Spring, The Serpent
It went really well. I made mistakes, of course. We always do, but no one in my audience could tell, which is a miracle. My friends described it as fantastic, exquisite, invigorating, wonderfully eclectic, brava.
But the real hero of my recital is not me. It is my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. There were so many things that could have gone wrong. I could have gotten sick (a visitor staying in my room recently had a cold). I could have totally forgotten my music (it’s happened in rehearsal…). And when I made mistakes they could have been big, fat, and ugly (but no one even caught my mistakes). I was really hoping for a good crowd, and lo and behold, God allowed me to have a decent-sized (and very responsive) audience. There are so many other things that God prepared in advance so my recital could go well – my voice teacher, my accompanist, my formal, giving me a voice in the first place. God is so good.