What Shall I Sing Today?

Ann Moss, soprano
Justin Ouellet, viola
Ed Broms, piano

Angels Share Records
Release Date: August 23, 2024
Catalog Number: NBM2024
Format: Digital

“Art Song: the intimacy of chamber music, the economy

of short story, the emotional impact of poetry.” —N. B.

This eclectic collection of Art Songs showcases the versatility and vocal elegance of soprano Ann Moss with songs of love, betrayal, hope, even a ghost story, and a cycle inspired by the shared trauma of the Pandemic. In performing these settings of the composer’s own poetry, Moss and her outstanding collaborative pianist Ed Broms masterfully express a broad emotional spectrum; from playful to profound.  Produced by multi-instrumentalist Justin Ouellet and recorded by Grammy-nominated producer/engineer John Weston, “What Shall I Sing Today?” also includes four songs on texts by celebrated poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. Composed specifically for the gifted soprano/viola duo of Moss and Ouellet, these moody, sometimes sardonic songs explore the eternal subjects of transformation and rebirth.

Track Listing & Credits

1. From a Pandemic Garden: 1. California Rose | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
2. From a Pandemic Garden: 2. Wooded Dell | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
3. From a Pandemic Garden: 3. Garden Teahouse | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
4. From a Pandemic Garden: 4. February 2021 | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
5. Transient Butterfly: 1. The Dragonfly | Ann Moss - soprano, Justin Ouellet - viola | poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
6. Transient Butterfly: 2. Mariposa | Ann Moss - soprano, Justin Ouellet - viola | poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
7. Transient Butterfly: 3. Daphne | Ann Moss - soprano, Justin Ouellet - viola | poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
8. Transient Butterfly: 4. The Curse | Ann Moss - soprano, Justin Ouellet - viola | poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
9. The Lighthouse Ghost | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
10. Icarus: In Love Again! | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
11. The Delight of Tiny Things | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
12. Looking In | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann
13. What Shall I Sing Today? | Ann Moss - soprano, Ed Broms - piano | words and music by Nancy Bachmann

CREDITS

Nancy Bachmann - words and music
Edna St. Vincent Millay - poetry

Recording & Editing John Weston, Futura Productions, Boston, MA
Mixing & Editing Alberto Hernandez, Alberto Hernandez Audio, Berkeley, CA
Mastering Michael Romanowski, Coast Mastering, Berkeley, CA
Graphic Design Chad Loving, Loving Studios, New Orleans, LA

Producer Justin Ouellet
Assistant Producer of Sessions John Weston

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℗&©Angels Share Records, 2024. All rights reserved.

Notes

  • I wrote these poems and the subsequent song cycle while “sheltered in place” during the COVID pandemic. My world was my house and a walled garden; each spot a potential for inspiration, sparking ideas for songs to while away the months of waiting. California Rose is a playful portrait of one of my favorite flowers. A group of pine trees created the Wooded Dell, a song exploring the timelessness of romance. An Asian lantern inspired Garden Teahouse, a story of disappointed love, told through Haiku. February 2021 links the hope of the early California springtime with the poignant optimism inspired by the availability of the first COVID vaccines.

  • I felt that the intimate timbre of soprano and viola would enhance the sense of mystery in these four poems. Each highlights some form of change or transformation: The Dragonfly emerges from an ugly cocoon to free-flying magnificence; Mariposa explores the thin line between truth and falsity, life and death; Daphne is an assertive perspective on the transformation from pursued nymph to triumphant laurel tree; and lastly, The Curse, describes a rage-powered reincarnation from ashes to bitter berry.

  • The Last 5 tracks on this album are standalone art song settings of my own poetry: 

    The Lighthouse Ghost tells the story of a poor spirit doomed to repeat her last moments of life, over and over. 

    Icarus: In Love Again! - Ah, the elation of a new love! 

    The Delight of Tiny Things - So many things of beauty go unnoticed. 

    Looking In was inspired by a gentle afternoon nap. 

    What shall I sing today? - Just fun. And singing is fun, indeed!

Lyrics

  • Never underestimate a California rose!
    Her loveliness will break your heart,
    Her thorns can tear you life apart,
    Approach with caution, awe, respect, every wise man knows!

    Her flirty dress at Easter-time will never be outdone!
    Her fashion sense is truly awesome;
    Shining leaf and painted blossom,
    Flashing colors that could blind you in the California sun!

    She’ll blow a kiss on perfumed breath for you alone, it seems.
    A fragrance that can numb the mind,
    Sweet and tart as Napa wine,
    Her scent will linger in the air and haunt your summer dreams.

    The slow, seductive opening of bud to fullest flow’r;
    Each velvet petal, soft and light
    As wings of dragonflies in flight
    Cleverly conceals the secret of her staying pow’r.

    When New York roses fall asleep with naked stem and thorn,
    And every other dormant rose
    Demurely dozes ‘neath the snows,
    The California rose is known to bloom on Christmas morn!

    Wherever you encounter her, she’ll strike a willful pose;
    Climbing over garden walls,
    Holding court in banquet halls,
    Oh, never underestimate a California rose!

  • Oh, come with me, my own true love,
    Down into the wooded dell.
    There we'll beg the dappled shade
    To cast again its leafy spell.

    Let Time relinquish its control
    As hours, blurred by muted light,
    Mix memories with promises,
    Heedless of the coming night.

    Your heart and mine, my own true love,
    Will pulse a pattern we know well:
    Now as then, and then as now
    Down within the wooded dell.

  • Nature's canvas grows
    green upon green upon green
    Love views the garden

    One porcelain cup
    fragrant steam circles around
    fragile budding dreams

    Love watches unseen
    the loved one strolling alone
    each step a promise

    But who now appears?
    furtive familiar kisses
    shade sheltered passion

    Jealousy's eyes glow
    green upon green upon green
    shattered cup and dreams

  • Why do I cry when crocuses bloom?
    Why weep at daffodils?
    Springtime’s salty sweetness fills my eyes with dew.

    Bleak and barren winter harbors beauties of her own,
    But not the type that wrings the heart for tears.

    Here the sunlight, bright and white,
    Ignites each flash of green
    On every bush and tree within my garden wall.

    Hope, hope and promise.
    I weep for happy when the crocus blooms!

  • I wound myself in a white cocoon of singing,
    All day long in the brook’s uneven bed,
    Measuring out my soul in a mucous thread;
    Dimly now to the brook’s green bottom clinging,
    Men behold me, a worm spun-out and dead,
    Walled in an iron house of silky singing.
    Nevertheless at length, O reedy shallows,
    Not as a plodding nose to the slimy stem,
    But as a brazen wing with a spangled hem,
    Over the jewel-weed and the pink marshmallows,
    Free of these and making a song of them,
    I shall arise, and a song of the reedy shallows!

  • Butterflies are white and blue
    In this field we wander through.
    Suffer me to take your hand.
    Death comes in a day or two.
    All the things we ever knew
    Will be ashes in that hour,
    Mark the transient butterfly,
    How he hangs upon the flower.
    Suffer me to take your hand.
    Suffer me to cherish you
    Till the dawn is in the sky.
    Whether I be false or true,
    Death comes in a day or two.

  • Why do you follow me?—
    Any moment I can be
    Nothing but a laurel-tree.
    Any moment of the chase
    I can leave you in my place
    A pink bough for your embrace
    Yet if over hill and hollow
    Still it is your will to follow,
    I am off;—to heel, Apollo!

  • Oh, lay my ashes on the wind
    That blows across the sea.
    And I shall meet a fisherman
    Out of Capri,
    And he will say, seeing me,
    "What a Strange Thing!
    Like a fish's scale or a
    Butterfly's wing."

    Oh, lay my ashes on the wind
    That blows away the fog.
    And I shall meet a farmer boy
    Leaping through the bog,
    And he will say, seeing me,
    "What a Strange Thing!
    Like a peat-ash or a
    Butterfly's wing."

    And I shall blow to your house
    And, sucked against the pane,
    See you take your sewing up
    And lay it down again.
    And you will say, seeing me,
    "What a strange thing!
    Like a plum petal or a
    Butterfly's wing."

    And none at all will know me
    That knew me well before.
    But I will settle at the root
    That climbs about your door,
    And fishermen and farmers
    May see me and forget,
    But I'll be a bitter berry
    In your brewing yet.

  • Oh....oh...
    so cold, so dark
    There’s a light over there,
    Maybe warmth to share...
    Oh...oh...
    I know this place...
    The lighthouse where I awaited.. waited..

    Just waiting for my handsome Tom,
    Beflowered in my bridal gown,
    And now I learn his ship went down,
    All hands gone!

    Oh, dearest Mother, let me be
    And sisters, you must surely know
    There is but one place I can go;
    To meet my love down in the sea,

    I struggle up the spiral stair
    And lift the window’s rusty latch,
    The casement splinters try to snatch
    The bridal wreath from my hair!

    I fly to you my dearest Tom!
    My wedding gown for wings must serve
    To shape my death fight’s graceful curve,
    And break the sea’s deceitful calm!

    oh....oh...
    so cold, so dark
    There’s a light over there,
    Maybe warmth to share...
    oh...oh...
    I know this place...

  • Ah, Sky,
    Light,
    Bright,
    Golden glow!
    Shimmer, glimmering path!
    Facets refracting on crystal stairs,
    I levitate on a sparkle!
    Icarus, I care for us!
    Maybe this time
    My wings won’t melt!

  • I sing the delight of tiny things,
    Those I can see and the things I know;
    The fluff of a feather on finch’s wings,
    The myriad crystals in a flake of snow.

    The tiny veins of a lemon leaf,
    The cozy construction of cellulose cells,
    The dewdrop tears of roses moved to grief
    By the epic tale the cricket tells.

    I sing the delight of tiny things,
    Those I can see and the things I know;
    Pollen on bee’s foot, a honeycomb ring,
    A seed deep in soil who decides to grow.

    The earth just a speck spinning freely in space,
    Our sun a mere twinkle in far off skies.
    The laugh lines that sketch my dear one’s face,
    The tiny flecks of gold in his loving eyes

  • The eye I see when I close my lids
    looks knowingly into my mind’s heart,
    my heart’s mind,
    and sees you,
    curled up, soft as a puppy
    waiting for me,
    dreaming of love.

  • What shall I sing today,
    Oh, what shall I sing today?
    With my own, prettily peripatetic,
    Palpably panegyrical voice,
    Oh, what shall I sing today?
    Perceptive, I can be.
    Persnickety, at every opportunity!
    Persuasive enough to get myself in trouble,
    Perambulating around the truth,
    Then pouncing playfully in its puddled mud!
    What shall I sing today,
    Oh, what shall I sing today?

Artists

Soprano Ann Moss is an acclaimed recording artist, passionate teaching artist, and champion of contemporary vocal music. Described as a "fearless performer” of some of the most challenging music of the last two hundred years, Ann’s artistic mission is to lift up contemporary vocal literature to serve as narrative for the hard to speak about issues of our times. She has released two portrait albums – Currents and Love Life – both recorded and produced by multi-GRAMMY® Award winner Leslie Ann Jones at Skywalker Sound, and can be heard on releases from Angels Share Records, Albany Records, ARSIS Audio, Navona Records, Naxos Records, Ravello Records and Jaded Ibis Productions. A twice-elected Governor of the SF Chapter of the Recording Academy, Ann shares the organization’s commitment to promoting diversity & inclusion, advocating for creators rights, protecting musicians in need, and saving music in our schools. www.annmosssoprano.com

Justin Ouellet is an award winning performer, educator, composer, arranger, and multi-instrumentalist who has cultivated an accomplished career on both violin and viola, moving effortlessly between a multitude of genres. Ouellet has collaborated with an array of artists and ensembles including the Alexander String Quartet, Kev Choice, The Hausmann Quartet, Josh Jones, Cava Menzies, Rob Reich, and has appeared with notable artists such as Andrea Bocelli, Celtic Women, Dame Drummer, Mark Erelli, Martin Luther McCoy, Jonsi and Alex Somers (Sigur Ros), Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg & The Trans Siberian Orchestra. As a classical orchestral and chamber musician, Ouellet has performed with the Atlantic Music Festival, Boston Festival Orchestra, Boston Opera Collaborative, Cape Symphony, Cape Cod Chamber Orchestra, Eastern Music Festival, Greenville Symphony, Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra, Juventas New Music Ensemble, New Bedford Symphony, One Found Sound, Orlando Phil, PIMF, Trinity Rep Theatre & Savage Jazz Dance Company. As a recording artist, engineer, and producer, Justin has been involved in dozens of projects ranging from at-home to big-budget recordings at Skywalker Sound. Recent recordings include Ann Moss Lifeline and Justin Ouellet: The Covid Sessions. www.justinouellet.com

Described as a “Musician’s Musician” and a mainstay of the music community in New England, Ed Broms is a multi-instrumentalist (piano, pipe organ, Hammond organ, electric bass, voice, guitar, percussion) who performs across the spectrum of genres, drawing on an expansive knowledge of repertoire and performance practices spanning the globe and the centuries. Equally at home in a mosh pit or the choir loft of a cathedral, he seamlessly combines a multitude of influences and experiences into one unique voice, no matter the culture or instrument at hand. A constant devotion and unflagging passion for all things Music have led Broms on a life-long journey toward understanding what makes great music tick, and understanding why people love the music they cherish. www.edbromsmusic.com