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Mireille Lebel

Canadian mezzo−soprano Mireille Lebel grew up in Vancouver and studied music at the University of Toronto and the University of Montreal. Following her studies she was awarded major grants by the Canada Council and the Jacqueline Desmarais Foundation and furthered her artistic training as a member of the Atelier Lyrique de l’Opéra de Montréal. In 2009, she was a winner of the Jeunes Ambassadeurs Lyriques Competition that earned her an invitation to join the Ensemble of Theater Erfurt. Throughout her time in the Ensemble, she sang leading roles in the lyric mezzo fach. She is now making critically successful debuts with opera companies and orchestras in Europe and North America.

This season Mireille makes her début at the Prague State Opera as the title role in Carmen. She will return to Theater Erfurt as Orfeo in Gluck’sOrfeo ed Euridice and will reprise her role as Ljubica in Ana Sokolovic’s opera Svadba at the Opéra de Nantes et Angers. She will make her début with Tafelmusik in Toronto in a programme of Handel and Vivaldi arias with conductor Rodolfo Richter.

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Chad Clark

As the founder and Creative Director of The Salon Sessions Chad’s passion for the arts extends into his performances. He studied music and classical voice at the University of Toronto and has been singing for most of his life. From jazz and funk alongside the Max Zipursky trio and the Brian Horswill trio he is also a section lead for the North Shore vocal group, Espiritu under the direction of Gillian Hunt, his musical mentor. As the Creative Director for the The Salon Sessions Chad acts as a musical host and audience guide, both preforming alongside guests of The Salon Sessions and collaborating on the concept and narrative of the performances of each artist. Chad is also responsible for the scouting of new talent to showcase through The Salon Sessions and is always on the look out for the next exciting artist to collaborate with. Chad Clark is also the Operations Director of Hawksworth Restaurant has managed and consulted with leading restaurants across Canada and in Europe.

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Kinza Tyrrell Schmidt-Paborn

Victoria native Kinza Tyrrell is one of Canada’s most sought after vocal coaches and repetiteurs. In addition to receiving her Doctorate in piano and vocal coaching from McGill University under the tutelage of Michael McMahon, her musical education has been extensive, including study at the Hochschule für Musik und darstellende Kunst in Graz, the International Mozarteum Summer Academy in Salzburg, the Tanglewood Music Festival and the Merola Opera Program with world-renowned teachers Warren Jones, Martin Katz, Martin Isepp, Rudolph Jansen, Hans Graf, Gyorgy Sebok and Jon Kimura Parker. The year 2015 marks the 38th year that Victoria native Kinza Tyrrell has been playing the piano. She started lessons at age 4 and made her orchestral debut with the Victoria Symphony at age 12. Today, Dr. Tyrrell is one of Canada’s finest collaborators, having concertized with Canadian singers Richard Margison and Measha Brueggergosman to name a few.

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Chris Chok

Chris Chok began his musical journey with the Royal Conservatory of Music at the age of three. Completing his ARCT by sixteen, Chris went on to perform as a soloist with the Vancouver and Victoria Symphony Orchestras in addition to touring across Europe and Egypt. Though classical music had always been a staple in Chris’ life, he soon discovered a passion for contemporary genres including soul, R&B and pop. Now a highly sought after session keyboardist, arranger and songwriter, he can be found performing as the musical director for soul singer Warren Dean Flandez. As the Musical Director of artist development house Studio Cloud 30, Chris is the mastermind behind studio productions for live performance and recorded music.

Set List
  • HideShow lyrics“Habanera" Carmen

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    L’amour est un oiseau rebelle que nul ne peut apprivoiser
    Et c’est bien en vain qu’on l’appelle s’il lui convient de refuser
    Rien n’y fait, menace ou prière, l’une parle bien, l’autre s´etait
    Et c’est l’autre que je préfère, elle n’a rien dit, mais elle me plait
    L’amour est un oiseau rebelle que nul ne peut apprivoiser c’est bien en vain qu’on l’appelle s’il lui convient de refuser.
    L’amour est enfant de Bohème; il n’a jamais connu de loi

    Si tu ne m’aimes pas je t’aime; si je t’aime prends garde à toi!
    Prends garde à toi!

    L’amour est enfant de Bohème, Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi
    Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime
    Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi

    Prends garde à toi! Si tu ne m’aimes pas, si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime
    Prends garde à toi! Mais si je t’aime, si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

    L’oiseau que tu croyais surprendre battit de l’aile et s’envoi a L’amour est loin, tu peux l’attendre : tu ne l’attends pas, il est là
    Tout autour de toi, vite vite il vient, s’en va, puis il revient
    Tu crois le tenir, il t’évite, tu crois l’éviter, il te tient!

    L’amour est enfant de Bohème,Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi
    Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime
    Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    Love is a rebellious bird that no one can tame,
    and you call him quite in vain if it suits him not to come.
    Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer. One man talks well, the other keeps quiet.
    It’s the other one that I prefer, he’s said nothing, but I like him.

    Love! Love! Love! Love!

    Love is a gypsy child; he has never, ever, known the law. If you love me not, then I love you;
    and if I love you, you better watch out!
    You better watch out!
    If you love me not, if you love me not, then I love you!
    You better watch out!
    But if I love you, if I love you, you better watch out!

    Love is a gypsy child; he has never, ever, known the law.
    If you love me not, then I love you;
    and if I love you, you better watch out!
    You better watch out!
    If you love me not, if you love me not, then I love you!
    You better watch out!
    But if I love you, if I love you, you better watch out!

    The bird you thought you had caught beat its wings and flew away.
    Love stays away, you can wait for it; when you stop waiting, there it is!
    All around you, swift, swift, it comes, goes, then it returns,
    you think you hold it fast, it flees, you think you’re free, it holds you fast.

    Love! Love! Love! Love!

    Love is a gypsy child; he has never, ever, known the law.
    If you love me not, then I love you;
    and if I love you, you better watch out!
    You better watch out!

    If you love me not, if you love me not, then I love you!
    You better watch out!
    But if I love you, if I love you, you better watch out!

    Love is a gypsy child;
    he has never, ever, known the law.
    If you love me not, then I love you;
    and if I love you, you better watch out!
    You better watch out!
    If you love me not, if you love me not, then I love you!
    You better watch out!

    But if I love you, if I love you, you better watch out!

  • HideShow lyrics“Séguedille" Carmen

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    Carmen

    Près des remparts de Séville
    chez mon ami Lillas Pastia,
    j’irai danser la seguedille
    et boire du Manzanilla,
    j’irai chez mon ami Lillas Pastia.
    Oui, mais toute seule on s’ennuie,
    et les vrais plaisirs sont à deux;
    donc pour me tenir compagnie,
    j’ammènerai mon amoureux!
    Mon amoureux!.. il est au diable!
    Je l’ai mis à la porte hier!
    Mon pauvre coeur, très consolable,
    mon coeur est libre comme l’air!
    J’ai des galants à la douzaine;
    mais ils ne sont pas à mon gré.
    Voici la fin de la semaine:
    qui veut m’aimer? je l’aimerai!
    Qui veut mon âme? Elle est à prendre!
    Vous arrivez au bon moment!
    Je n’ai guère le temps d’attendre,
    car avec mon nouvel amant
    près des remparts de Séville,
    chez mon ami Lillas Pastia,
    j’irai danser la seguedille
    et boire du Manzanilla,
    dimanche, j’irai chez mon ami Pastia!

    José

    Tais-toi, je t’avais dit de ne pas me parler!

    Carmen

    Je ne te parle pas, je chante pour moi-même,
    je chante pour moi-même!
    Et je pense! il n’est pas défendu de penser!
    Je pense à certain officier,
    je pense à certain officier qui m’aime
    et qu’à mon tour, oui, qu’à mon tour
    je pourrais bien aimer!
    Mon officier n’est pas un capitaine,
    pas même un lieutenant, il n’est que brigadier;
    mais c’est assez pour une bohémienne
    et je daigne m’en contenter!

    José

    Carmen, je suis comme un homme ivre,
    si je cède, si je me livre,
    ta promesse, tu la tiendras,
    ah! si je t’aime, Carmen, Carmen, tu m’aimeras!

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    Carmen

    Right by the walls of Sevilla,
    At my old friend Lillas Pastia’s,
    I’ll go to dance the seguidilla
    And drink some manzanilla,
    I’ll go to my old friend Lillas Pastia’s.
    But all alone it’s not much fun,
    True pleasure is when you’re a pair;
    So, to make sure I’ve got someone,
    I’ll bring my lover with me there!
    My lover man! To hell with him now!
    I broke up with him yesterday!
    And my poor heart’s ripe for a whim now,
    My heart is free, it’s free to play!
    I am pursued by scores of gallants;
    But none that I like through and through.
    Now here’s the weekend – what’s the balance?
    Who will love me? I’ll love him too!
    Who wants my soul? It’s ripe for mating!
    You have arrived right with the tide!
    I have no time to waste by waiting,
    For with my new man by my side,
    Right by the walls of Sevilla,
    At my old friend Lillas Pastia’s,
    I’ll go to dance the seguidilla
    And drink some manzanilla,
    This Sunday I’ll go to my old friend Pastia’s!

    José

    Shut up, I’d told you to do no talking to me!

    Carmen

    I’m not talking to you, I’m singing for my pleasure,
    I’m singing for my pleasure!
    And I’m thinking! And thinking is not against the law!
    I’m thinking of a man of war,
    I’m thinking of a man of war who treasures
    Me and that I could, oh yes, I could
    Have loving feelings for!
    He’s not a captain, though he’s quite proficient,
    Not even one rank below, just an NCO;
    But for a Gypsy girl that’s quite sufficient,
    And for me that can be just so!

    José

    Oh, Carmen, I feel on a bender,
    If I yield and if I surrender,
    To your promise you will be true,
    Oh, Carmen, Carmen, if I love you you’ll love me too.

  • HideShow lyrics“Les tringles des sistres” Carmen

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    Les tringles des sistres tintaient
    avec un éclat métallique,
    et sur cette étrange musique
    les zingarellas se levaient.
    Tambours de basque allaient leur train,
    et les guitares forcenées
    grinçaient sous des mains obstinées,
    même chanson, même refrain,
    Tra la la la

    Les anneaux de cuivre et d’argent
    reluisaient sur les peaux bistrées;
    d’orange ou de rouge zébrées
    les étoffes flottaient au vent.
    La danse au chant se mariait,
    d’abord indécise et timide,
    plus vive ensuite et plus rapide..
    cela montait, montait, montait, montait!
    Tra la la la

    Les Bohémiens, à tour de bras,
    de leurs instruments faisaient rage,
    et cet éblouissant tapage
    ensorcelait les zingaras.
    Sous le rhythme de la chanson,
    ardentes, folles, enfiévrées,
    elles se laissaient, enivrées,
    emporter par le tourbillon!
    Tra la la la

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    The rods of the sistrums tinkled
    with a metallic lustre
    and on this strange music
    the zingarellas (female gypsies) rose
    tambourines went their course
    and exaggerated guitars
    squeaked under stubborn hands,
    same song, same refrain
    Tra la la la

    Money and copper rings
    glittered on the darkened skins;
    of streaked orange or red
    the fabrics floated with the wind
    The dance to the song is married
    initially undecided and timid
    sharper then and more rapid…
    that went up, went up, went up, went up!
    Tra la la la

    Gypsies, with turn of arm
    their instruments made rage (raging)
    and this dazzling din
    bewitched the zingaras (male gypsies).
    Under the rhythm of song
    burning, insane, fevered
    they were left, intoxicated,
    To carry the whirlwind!
    Tra la la la

  • HideShow lyricsMarry Me a Little

    Music & Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim (b.1930)

    From “Company”

    Marry me a little,
    Love me just enough.
    Cry, but not too often,

    Play, but not too rough.
    Keep a tender distance
    so we’ll both be free.
    That’s the way it ought to be.
    I’m ready!
    Marry me a little,
    Do it with a will.
    Make a few demands
    I’m able to fulfill.
    Want me more than others,
    Not exclusively.
    That’s the way it ought to be.
    I’m ready!
    I’m ready now!

    You can be my best friend,
    I can be your right arm.
    We’ll go through a fight or two–
    No harm, no harm.
    We’ll look not too deep,
    We’ll go not too far.
    We won’t have to give up a thing,
    We’ll stay who we are.
    Right?
    Okay, then.
    I’m ready!
    I’m ready now!

    Someone

    Marry me a little,
    Love me just enough.
    Warm and sweet and easy,
    Just the simple stuff.
    Keep a tender distance
    So we’ll both be free.
    That’s the way it ought to be.
    I’m ready!

    Marry me a little,
    Body, heart, and soul.
    Passionate as hell
    But always in control.
    Want me first and foremost,
    Keep me company.
    That’s the way it ought to be.
    I’m ready!
    I’m ready now!

    Oh, how gently we’ll talk,
    Oh, how softly we’ll tread.
    All the stings,
    The ugly things
    We’ll keep unsaid.
    We’ll build a cocoon
    Of love and respect.
    You promise whatever you like,
    I’ll never collect.
    Right?
    Okay, then.
    I’m ready.
    I’m ready now.
    Someone
    I’m ready!

  • HideShow lyricsChildren Will Listen/Not While I’m Around

    Music & Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim (b.1930)

    From “Into The Woods”

    Careful the things you say
    Children will listen
    Careful the things you do
    Children will see and learn
    Children may not obey,
    But children will listen
    Children will look to you
    For which way to turn
    To learn what to be
    Careful before you say “Listen to me”
    Children will listen
    Careful the wish you make
    Wishes are children
    Careful the path they take
    Wishes come true, not free
    Careful the spell you cast
    Not just on children
    Sometimes a spell may last
    Past what you can see
    And turn against you
    Careful the tale you tell
    That is the spell
    Children will listen
    Listen

    From “Sweeney Todd”

    Nothing’s gonna harm you
    Not while I’m around
    Nothing’s gonna harm you
    No sir, not while I’m around
    Demons are prowling everywhere
    Nowadays
    I’ll send ’em howling I don’t care
    I’ve got ways
    No one’s gonna hurt you
    No one’s gonna dare
    Others can desert you
    Not to worry, whistle, I’ll be there
    Demons’ll charm you with a smile
    For a while
    But in time
    Nothing can harm you
    Not while I’m around
    Not to worry, not to worry
    I may not be smart but I ain’t dumb
    I can do it, put me to it
    Show me something I can overcome
    Not to worry, Mum
    Being close and being clever
    Ain’t like being true
    I don’t need to
    I would never hide a thing from you
    Like some
    No one’s gonna hurt you
    No one’s gonna dare
    Others can desert you
    Not to worry, whistle I’ll be there
    Demons’ll charm you with a smile
    For a while
    But in time
    Nothin’ can harm you
    Not while I’m around

  • HideShow lyricsLet It Sing

    Music by Jeanine Tesori / Lyrics by Brian Crawly

    From “Violet”

    Raise your foot now that’s the way
    You’ll be movin’ on today
    Raise the other put it down
    Now you’re headed into town
    Oh boy you got left, right
    oh boy, ain’t that right

    Got some years ahead to go
    You’ll go free if you take it slow
    Oh boy you got left, right
    oh boy, ain’t that right

    Two kinds of people in this world
    Some say yes and some say no
    Time to say which side you’re on
    Eeeny meeny miney moe
    Say yes and your adventure start
    Not always as expected
    Say no you stay apart
    But you stay protected

    You’ve got to give your self a reason to rejoice
    Cause the music you make counts
    for everything
    Now every living soul has got a voice
    You’ve got to give it room
    And let it sing

    My family never had too much
    Made the best of every day
    Ate what’s on our plates you know
    Never threw a thing away
    We left our nightmares on the shelf
    Our dreams were on the table
    Pass ‘em down and help your self
    As long as you are able

    My momma told me
    Son forget what might have been
    Give yourself a break whatever’s happening
    Don’t let your spirit, son, come closing in
    You gotta give it room and let it, let it sing
    You gotta give it room and let it sing
    Oh you gotta lift up your voice and sing

    Got some years ahead to go
    You’ll go free if you take it slow
    Got some years it won’t be long
    You’ll be free to sing your song

    Oh boy you got left, right
    Oh boy

    Those precious little (can’t understand the rest of this line)
    You can make your music from the simplest things
    And though no one has got to tend your soul
    You’ve got to give it room and let it
    Let it sing, oh
    You’ve got to give it room and let it
    Sing

    You’ve got to let it sing, oh
    You got to let it sing
    You got to give it room
    And let it sing

  • HideShow lyricsAdieux de l'Hôtesse Arabe

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    Puisque rien ne t’arrête en cet heureux pays,
    Ni l’ombre du palmier, ni le jaune maïs,
    Ni le repos, ni l’abondance,
    Ni de voir à ta voix battre le jeune sein
    De nos sœurs, dont, les soirs, le tournoyant essaim
    Couronne un côteau de sa danse,

    Adieu, beau voyageur! oh! que n’es-tu de ceux
    Qui donnent pour limite à leurs pieds paresseux
    Leur toit de branches ou de toiles!
    Qui, rêveurs, sans en faire, écoutent les récits,
    Et souhaitent, le soir, devant leur porte assis,
    De s’en aller dans les étoiles!

    Si tu l’avais voulu, peut-être une de nous,
    O jeune homme, eût aimé te servir à genoux
    Dans nos huttes toujours ouvertes;
    Elle eût fait, en berçant ton sommeil de ses chants,
    Pour chasser de ton front les moucherons méchants,
    Un éventail de feuilles vertes.

    Si tu ne reviens pas, songe un peu quelquefois
    Aux filles du désert, sœurs à la douce voix,
    Qui dansent pieds nus sur la dune;
    O beau jeune homme blanc, bel oiseau passager,
    Souviens-toi, car peut-être, ô rapide étranger,
    Ton souvenir reste à plus d’une!

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    Since nothing will keep you in this happy land,
    neither the shade of the palm, nor the yellow corn,
    nor repose, not abundance,
    nor, in the evenings, seeing the young breast
    of our sisters, at the sound of your voice, beating, whose
    whirling swarm crowns a hillside with its dance,

    farewell, handsome traveller! Oh! Why are you not of those
    who confine their lazy feet
    to their roof of branches or of canvas,
    who, dreamers, without a care, listen to the tales,
    and wish, at evening, seated before their door,
    to depart for the stars!

    Had you so wished it perhaps one of us,
    o young man, would have liked to serve you kneeling
    in our ever open huts;

    she would have made, while rocking your sleep with
    her songs, a fan of green leaves with which to chase
    the evil flies from your brow.If you do not return, think a little from time to time
    of the girls of the desert, sweet voiced sisters,
    who dance bare-foot upon the dune;
    o handsome young white man, beautiful migratory bird,
    remember, for perhaps, o restless stranger,
    your memory lingers with more than one

  • HideShow lyricsTarentelle

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    Le papillon s’est envolé,
    La fleur se balance avec grâce.
    Ma belle où voyez-vous la trace,
    La trace de l’amant ailé ?
    Ah ! Le papillon s’est envolé !

    Le flot est rapide et changeant,
    Toujours sillonnant l’eau profonde.
    La barque passe, et toujours l’onde
    Efface le sillon d’argent.

    Le papillon, c’est votre amour.
    La fleur et l’onde, c’est votre âme
    Que rien n’émeut, que rien
    n’entame,
    Où rien ne reste plus d’un jour.
    Le papillon, c’est votre amour.

    Ma belle où voyez-vous la trace,
    La trace de l’amant ailé ?
    La fleur se balance avec grâce…
    Le papillon s’est envolé!

    Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875)

    The butterfly has flown,
    The flower sways gracefully.
    My beauty, where do you see the trace,
    The trace of the winged lover?
    Oh! The butterfly has flown!

    The stream is rapid and ever-changing.
    The ship passes through the deep water,
    And the waves
    Erase its silver wake.
    The butterfly is your love.
    The flower and the wave are your soul,
    Moved by nothing, marked by nothing.
    Nothing stays on them for more than a day.
    The butterfly is your love.

    My beauty, where do you see the trace,
    The trace of the winged lover?
    The flower sways gracefully…
    The butterfly has flown!

  • HideShow lyricsIt’s Hard to Speak My Heart

    Music & Lyrics / Jason Robert Brown (b.1970)

    From “Parade”

    It’s hard to speak my heart.
    I’m not a man who bares his soul.
    I let the moment pass me by –
    I stay where I am in control.
    I hide behind my work,
    Safe and sure of what to say…
    I know I must seem hard,
    I know I must seem cold.
    I never touched that girl –
    You think I’d hurt a child yet?
    I’d hardly seen her face before –
    I swear – I swore we’d barely met.
    These people try to scare you
    With things I’ve never said.
    I know it makes no sense.
    I swear I don’t know why…
    You see me as I am – You can’t believe I’d lie –
    You can’t believe I’d do these deeds – A little man who’s scared and blind,
    Too lost to find the words he needs.
    I never touched that child –
    God – I never raised my hand!

    I stand before you now…
    Incredibly afraid.
    I pray you understand.

  • HideShow lyricsNothing in Common

    Music & Lyrics / Jason Robert Brown (b.1970)

    here was this kid a few years back,
    a little older than me
    who lived in my house and looked a lot like my mother.
    There was this kid i knew back then and i was sure he would be
    the greatest star i’d ever known.
    I’d watch him walk into a room and he was never out of place.
    He knew the answer to every question.
    The square and cube of every prime
    a name to go with every face
    like he was king upon a throne.

    and we had nothing in common,
    nothing in common.
    my mother was convinced that i failed english out of spite.
    we had nothing in common,
    nothing in common.
    and 30-some years later i’m still tortured and amazed
    by how Daivd always got the answers right.

    Now later on, i knew this guy,
    he was in high school i think.
    Had lots of friends and was the pride of the family.
    he’d call me names and punch my head and made me feel like a dink
    and i would hide from him all day.

    But if i couldn’t find a friend,
    which happened more than i’d have liked,
    i’d go where he was and sulk around him.
    He’d say you dont know how to throw and just dont play your stupid songs
    and then he’d toss the ball my way.

    We had nothing in common,
    nothing in common.

    I thought he was a jerk and who know what he thought i’d be.
    But 20-some years later im still grateful and surprised
    by the little gifts that David gave to me.

    I knew this guy before I wed,
    he had a vision in his head
    of how his life would play out and his dreams would come true.
    But he was stumbling, he was stalled,
    and every year after he called,
    i’d just think man, there goes the lonliest guy I ever knew.

    People think i’m failing.
    They never understand.
    But temporary set backs
    are part of what I planned.

    And David had his vision
    and david played his game.
    We have nothing much in common,
    but we are more or less the same.
    There was a guy who met a girl who had a cat that fell in love.
    that got a house and made a vow,
    he took her hand and they lived happily ever after.

    happily ever after
    happily ever after.
    here’s to happily ever after.
    happily ever after.

  • HideShow lyricsThe Impossible Dream

    Music by Mitch Leigh (1928-2014) / Lyrics by Joe Darion (1911-2001)

    From “Man from La Mancha”

    To dream the impossible dream
    To fight the unbeatable foe
    To bear with unbearable sorrow
    To run where the brave dare not go

    To right the unrightable wrong
    To love pure and chaste from afar
    To try when your arms are too weary
    To reach the unreachable star

    This is my quest to follow that star
    No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
    To fight for the right without question or pause
    To be willing to march into Hell for a heavenly cause

    And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
    That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest

    And the world will be better for this

    That one man, scorned and covered with scars
    Still strove with his last ounce of courage
    To reach the unreachable star

    This is my quest to follow that star
    No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
    To fight for the right without question or pause
    To be willing to march into Hell for a heavenly cause

    And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
    That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest

    And the world will be better for this
    That one man, scorned and covered with scars
    Still strove with his last ounce of courage
    To reach the unreachable star

  • HideShow lyrics“Va! Laisse couler mes larmes” Werther

    Jules Massenet (1842-1912)

    Va! Laisse couler mes larmes!
    elles font du bien, ma chérie !
    Les larmes qu’on ne pleure pas
    Dans notre âme retombent toutes,
    et de leurs patientes goutes
    Martèlent le coeur triste et las.
    Sa résistance enfin s’épuise;
    le coeur se creuse et s’affaiblit;
    il est trop grand, rien ne l’emplit;
    et trop fragile, tout le brise!

    Jules Massenet (1842-1912)

    Go! Let flow my tears!
    they do (me) good, my darling!
    The tears which one does not cry
    Inside our soul fall again, all of them,
    And with their patient drops
    Hammer the heart sad and weary.
    Its resistance finally
    Exhausts itself;
    The heart collapses and weakens;
    It is too big; nothing fills it
    And too fragile, everything breaks it!

  • HideShow lyrics“The Letter Aria” Werther

    Jules Massenet (1842-1912)

    Werther!….Werther!….Qui m’auriat di la place
    que dans mon coeur il occupe aujourd’hui?
    Depuis qu’il est parti , malgré moi, tout me lasse!
    Et mon âme est pleine de lui!

    Ces lettres! Ces lettres! Ah! je les relis san cesse…
    Avec quel charmes…mais aussi quelle tristesse!
    Je devrais le détruire…Je ne puis!

    “Je vous écris de ma petite chambre;
    un ciel gris et lourd de Décembre
    pèse sur moi comme un linceul…
    Et je suis seul! Seul! toujours seul!”

    Ah! personne auprès de lui!
    pas un seul témoignage de tendresse ou même de pitié!
    Dieu! comment m’est venu ce triste courage,
    d’ordonner cet exil et cet isolement?

    “Des cris d’enfants! Et je pense à ce temps si doux où tous vos chers petits jouaient autour de nous!
    Ils m’oublieront peut-être?”

    Non Werther! dans leur souvenir,
    votre image reste vivante….et quand vous reviendrez….
    Mais doit -il revenier?

    Ah! ce dernier billet me glace et m’épouvante!

    “Tu m’as dit: à Noël, et j’ai crié: Jaimais!
    On va bientôt connaître qui de nous disait vrai!
    Mais si je ne dois reparÎtre au jour fixé,
    devant toi, ne m’accuse pas, pleure-moi!”

    “Oui, de ces yeux si pleins de charmes,
    ces lignes tu les reliras!
    Tu les mouilleras de tes larmes…
    O Charlotte, et tu frèmiras!”

    Jules Massenet (1842-1912)

    Werther, who could have fortold the place,
    that he would occupy in my heart today?
    Since he departed, despite myself, everything wearies me.
    And my soul is filled with him!

    These letters! These letters! Ah! I have read them over and over!
    So beautifully written….but also with such sadness.
    I should have destoryed them! But I cannot
    I write you from my little room, the December sky grey and heavy.
    And I am alone! Alone! Always alone!

    Ah! No one near him! Not a single token of tenderness or even of pity!
    God! How did I ever have the sad courage to command this exile and this isolation!

    The happy shouts of children raise under my window.
    Some cries of children and I think of the time so sweet
    when all your dear little ones played around us.
    Will they perhaps forget me?

    No Werther! In their memory your image remains alive!And when you return….
    But will he return?
    Ah, this last letter chills and terrifies me.

    You said to me “At Christmas” and I cried “Never!”
    One will soon know which of us spoke the truth.
    But if I do not return on the appointed day,
    do not blame me, weep for me!”

    Yes, with those beautiful eyes
    you will read these lines over and over
    You will bath them with your teats
    and you will shudder….

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Hawksworth Restaurant

A celebration of Vancouver’s cultural diversity and natural environment Hawksworth Restaurant showcases ingredient led, contemporary cuisine that demonstrates the highly skilled technique and relentless drive for perfection that has become Chef David Hawksworth’s trademark.

Motel & Co.

Providing exacting graphic design services and project management, Etienne Poulin and Sylvie Gilbert specialize in branding, print design, web design, and advertisements. Numerous years in design studios and ad agencies have made Etienne a fearless freelancer with Sylvie offering the project management support and resources every client needs.

Whitkow Interactive

A web development agency who specialize in WordPress, E-Commerce and all things interactive.

Showcase Pianos and Fazioli

Owner Manuel Bernaschek has a passion. As a piano lover who recognized the need for fine pianos in Vancouver, he founded Showcase Pianos in 2007. Showcase Pianos carries only the finest artist’s instruments, highlighting world-class brands such as Fazioli, Grotrian, and Bechstein’s ‘W. Hoffmann’ line.  Thank you to Manuel and Judy Bernaschek for your generous and continued support

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