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New Philharmonic: A Salute to Frida Premieres May 15

UpdatedMon, Apr 26, 2021 at 3:57 pm CT Reply Pictured: Maestro Kirk Muspratt conducting New Philharmonic. (Photo by John Cebula, Esq.) In anticipation of the Frida Kahlo: Timeless exhibition at the Cleve Carney Museum of Art (CCMA) and the McAninch Arts Center (MAC) June 5-Sept. 6 2021, New Philharmonic presents A Salute to Frida celebrating the rhythms and heart of Hispanic culture. Under the baton of Maestro Kirk Muspratt, the orchestra will perform Estrellita by Manuel Ponce, creator of the modern Mexican song; No Sé Tú by Latin Grammy and Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award-winner Armando Manzanero; La Virgen de la Macarena by Mexican trumpet virtuoso Mendez; the iconic Mexican Hat Dance by Jesus Gonzalez Rubio; Danzon No. 2 by Arturo Márquez and more. Guest tenor for the concert is Jesse Donner.

Randall: Songs of family delivered on the wind

Sharon Randall: A sentimental journey of song and heart

At sunset, a breeze blew in from the coast and swirled up the valley, ruffling feathers on a jay that was perched on the fence, and knocking on the door of a room in my heart where I store my favorite memories. It’s a big room. Getting crowded. More so every day. I heard the breeze before I felt it. It was whispering secrets in the oaks and cottonwoods that grow along the river and make this valley such a place of peace. I closed my eyes to listen. And somehow, in my mind’s ear, the whispers became a song.

Sister Songs

At sunset, a breeze blew in from the coast and swirled up the valley, ruffling feathers on a jay that was perched on the fence, and knocking on the door of a room in my heart where I store my favorite memories.    It’s a big room. Getting crowded. More so every day. I heard the breeze before I felt it. It was whispering secrets in the oaks and cottonwoods that grow along the river and make this valley such a place of peace. I closed my eyes to listen. And somehow, in my mind’s ear, the whispers became a song.

Randall: Sister songs bring springtime joy in any season

At sunset, a breeze blew in from the coast and swirled up the valley, ruffling feathers on a jay that was perched on the fence, and knocking on the door of a room in my heart where I store my favorite memories. It’s a big room. Getting crowded. More so every day. I heard the breeze before I felt it.

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