•   Children of Zeus 

SONOS Chabmer Orchestra Premieres Brian Wilbur Grundstrom's American Reflections

Children of Zeus

Chorus and Orchstra

i. Hercules - 6 min
ii. Aphrodite - 9 min
iii. Dionysus - 11 min
iv. Apollo - 9 min

3 flute (2 double on piccolo), 2 oboe, English horn, 3 clarinet in Bb, bass clarinet, 2 bassoon, 4 horn in F, 3 trumpet, 3 trombone, tuba, timpani, triangle, snare drum, bass drum, glockenspiel, wind chimes, harp, SSAATTBB chorus, strings

Commissioned by
Symphony Ochestra of Northern Virginia
Jeffrey Sean Dokken, Music Director
St Maries Choral Arts

World Premiere Performances
April 29, 2017, Baby Grand, Wilmington, DE
June 3, 2017 Masonic Temple, Alexandria VA
June 4, 2017, 3:30pm, Leonardtown High School, 23995 Point Lookout Road, Leonardtown, MD 20650

H ercules - Half man half God, the strongest of all men
Hercules & Co. by Arthur Guieterman

When Hercules, beside the Lake
Of Lerna, cut to pieces
The many-headed water snake--
(That venom-breathing species),

The Mog, rejoicing, danced around,
Of Dignity divested;
But Persons of Discernment frowned
And solemnly protested,

"That Hercules, in having wrought
The Hydra's dissolution
Without a Warrant, set at naught
The Grecian Constitution!"

When Hercules prepared to cleanse
The rank Augean stables,
A thousand scribes with fountain pens
Were busy at their tables.

They wrote him down "A Theorist"
(He did not think as they did);
They called him "Blatant Egotist”
Because he worked, unaided;

They said, "This 'Cleansing' Fad has grown
A Curse that needs repressing.
Why can't he leave this Thing alone?--
The Smell is so distressing!"

When Hercules ensnared the grim
Wild Boar of Erymanthus,
They did not pin one Rose on him
Nor yet one Polyanthus.

"This 'Feat,'" they said, "is not the least
Amazing or surprising;
Besides, he only caught the beast
To get some Advertising!

"His Methods are Undignified
And Tactless!" (That was stinging!)
"A Cultured Person would have tried
To soothe the Brute by singing!"

But Hercules, with faith sublime,
Pursued his many labors.
He said he had a Corking Time,
And loved the pleasant Neighbors.

For some are born to set things right,
While some are built for sneering,
And he that likes to work and fight
Must never mind the jeering.

So here's a health to Hercules
And all his Working Brothers!
The Lofty Few they fail to please,
Perhaps--but there are Others!

A phrodite- goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation
Adapted from the “Homeric Hymns”

Muse, tell me the deeds of golden Aphrodite the Cyprian, who stirs up sweet passion in the gods and subdues the tribes of mortal men and birds that fly in air and all the many creatures that the dry land rears, and all the sea. There is nothing among the blessed gods or among mortal men that has escaped Aphrodite.

Aphrodite, the daughter of Zues, clad in a robe out-shining the brightness of fire, a splendid robe of gold, enriched with all manner of needlework, which shimmered like the moon over her tender breasts, a marvel to see.

D ionysus- God of the Vine, Grape Harvest, Winemaking, Wine, Ritual Madness, Religious Ecstasy, and Theatre

“Oedipus at Colonnus”

The nightingale haunts the glades, the wine-dark ivy, dense and dark the untrodden, sacred wood of god rich with laurel and olives never touched by the sun,
untouched by storms that blast from every quarter – where the reveler Dionysos strides the earth forever, where the wild nymphs are dancing round him, nymphs who nursed his life.

A pollo- God of music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, medicine, sun, light and knowledge

“Hymn to Apollo” by John Keats

God of the golden bow,
And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
And of the golden fire,
Of the patient year,
Where---where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath,
Thy laurel, thy glory,
The light of thy story,
Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death?
O Delphic Apollo

The Pleiades were up,
Watching the silent air;
The seeds and roots in Earth
Were swelling for summer fare;
The Ocean, its neighbour,
Was at his old labour,
When, who---who did dare
To tie for a moment, thy plant round his brow,
And grin and look proudly,
And blaspheme so loudly,
And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now?
O Delphic Apollo