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Pauline and Aron are both educators and have created some lecture/performances that they hope both please and enlighten. Well, they’ve finished one, dedicated to the life and poetry of W.H. Auden, that they’ve performed in libraries, churches, and schools. The other two—one on music in Shakespeare and another on the stories and songs of Christmas—are in the works, to be unveiled sometime in the late 2019/early 2020. If you’re interested in any of these programs, please click here to contact us.

Playing in Earnest: A Life in Song of W.H. Auden

W.H. Auden was one of the great poets of the 20 the century. He drew inspiration from Freud, Marx, Christian theology and toilet humor, and wrote libretti, plays, and poetry in a stunning variety of forms and styles. In this lecture/performance Aron and Pauline play original musical settings of several Auden lyrics and discuss the life and thought of this great poet. Perfect for students (high school and college) as well as adults. It runs about 45 minutes.

Tales and Tunes of Christmastide

This show features original musical settings of Christmas poems and songs as well as some of the stories that inform the traditions of Advent and Christmastide. It runs about 45 minutes.

Music in Shakespeare

Music is everywhere in the plays and poetry of Shakespeare. Not only do many of the plays feature enchanting songs, but the characters often talk about music or use musical metaphors. In this lecture/performance Aron and Pauline play original musical settings of a handful of Shakespeare songs and talk about what music meant for people in the Renaissance and how Shakespeare challenged and transformed some of those meanings. It runs about 45 minutes.







Refugee Blues

by W.H. Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.