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Saturday, April 11, 2026
7:30 pm
Recital Hall
Steamboat (2014) Adrianne Lenker (b. 1991)
Zoie Macapanpan, guitar, vocals
As Long as He Needs Me, from Oliver (1960) Losing My Mind, from Follies (1971)
Nick Trobaugh, cello
Monica Adams, piano
There Are Worse Things I Could Do, from Grease (1971)
Could I Leave You, from Follies (1971)
Monica Adams, piano pause
Stephen Sondheim (1930–2021)
Lionel Bart (1930–1999)
Warren Casey (1935–1988)
Jim Jacobs (b. 1942)
Saga of Jenny, from Lady in the Dark (1941)
Kurt Weill (1900–1950)
Landon Horstman, Stella Mahnke, Leo Hogan, vocals
Alex Maldonado, trumpet
Bergen Finley, guitar
Kyle Saelee, bass
Victor Cyrus-Franklin, drums
Blue Skies (Ella Fitzgerald Version) (1926/1958) Farmers Market (1952)
Bergen Finley, guitar
Kyle Saelee, bass
Victor Cyrus-Franklin, drums
Wardell Gray (1921–1955)
Art Farmer (1928–1999)
Impossible (2022)
Alex Maldonado, trumpet
Bergen Finley, guitar
Kyle Saelee, bass
Victor Cyrus-Franklin, drums
Irving Berlin (1888–1989)
Olivia Hardy (Wasia Project) (b. 2001)
Ian Orejana, Miranda Duarte, Olivhea Ross, vocals
Bergen Finley, guitar
Victor Cyrus-Franklin, drums
Lenker: Steamboat
Well, I'm just a stranger, I'm only a walker
I guess I am human, but sometimes I feel
Like I'm only a ghost, like I'm only a wall
And if you come around, honey
I'll probably just follow you home
'Cause it's all that I know how to do
I was born by a body, I'll die by one too
And places are nothing if they ain't got you
And one day I'mma be a steamboat, baby
One day I can be your freight train lady
I'll roll down the river, and the miles won't phase me
Oh, I wish I was better at being alone
Still every night, I call you on the phone
Oh, I wish I was more than my skin and my bones
Well, I've been arranging each of my movements
And all of my gestures, and trying to fool myself
Into thinking that everything's small
That nothing has reason, I woke up and cried
A convulsion of honesty brought me to life
When I thought I was gone
But I can't put a lie in the mouth of a song
And one day I'mma be a steamboat, baby
One day I can be your freight train lady
I'll roll down the river, and the miles won't phase me
Oh, I wish I was better at being alone
Still, every night, I call you on the phone
Oh, I wish I was more than my skin and my bones
Oh, I wish I was more than my skin and my bones
—Adrianne Lenker
Sondheim: Losing My Mind
The sun comes up
I think about you
Coffee cup
I think about you
I want you so
It's like I'm losing my mind
The morning ends I think about you
I talk to friends
I think about you
And do they know
It's like I'm losing my mind?
All afternoon
Doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left
Not going right
I dim the lights
And think about you
Spend sleepless nights
And think about you
You said you loved me
Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
Or am I losing my mind?
I want you so
It's like I'm losing my, losing my mind
All afternoon
Doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left
Not going right
I dim the lights
And think about you
Spend sleepless nights
And think about you
You said you loved me
Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my
Or am I losing my mind?
Bart: As Long as He Needs Me
As long as he needs me
Oh, yes, he does need me
In spite of what you see
I'm sure that he needs me
Who else would love him still
When they've been used so ill?
He knows I always will
As long as he needs me
I miss him so much when he is gone
But when he's near me
I don't let on
The way I feel inside
The love I have to hide
The hell! I've got my pride
As long as he needs me
He doesn't say the things he should
He acts the way he thinks he should
But all the same
I'll play this game
His way...
As long as he needs me
I know where I must be
I'll cling on steadfastly
As long as he needs me
As long as life is long
I'll love him, right or wrong
And somehow I'll be strong
As long as he needs me
If you are lonely then you will know
When someone needs you, you love them so
I won't betray his trust
Though people say I must
I've got to stay true just
As long as he needs me
—Lionel Bart
Casey/Jacobs: There Are Worse Things I Could Do
There are worse things I could do
Than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood
Thinks I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true
But there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys
Smile at them and bat my eyes
Press against them when we dance
Make them think they stand a chance
Then refuse to see it through
That's a thing I'd never do
I could stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right
Take cold showers every day
And throw my life away
On a dream that won't come true
I could hurt someone like me
Out of spite or jealousy
I don't steal and I don't lie
But I can feel and I can cry
A fact I'll bet you never knew
But to cry in front of you
That's the worst thing I could do
—Warren Casey, Jim Jacobs
Sondheim: Could I Leave You
Leave you? Leave you?
How could I leave you?
How could I go it alone?
Could I wave the years away
With a quick goodbye?
How do you wipe tears away
When your eyes are dry?
Sweetheart, lover,
Could I recover,
Give up the joys I have known?
Not to fetch your pills again
Every day at five,
Not to give those dinners for ten
Elderly men
From the U.N.—
How could I survive?
Could I leave you
And your shelves of the World's Best Books
And the evenings of martyred looks, Cryptic sighs,
Sullen glares from those injured eyes?
Leave the quips with a sting, jokes with a sneer, Passionless lovemaking once a year?
Leave the lies ill-concealed
And the wounds never healed
And the games not worth winning
And-wait, I'm just beginning!
What, leave you, leave you, How could I leave you?
What would I do on my own?
Putting thoughts of you aside
In the south of France,
Would I think of suicide?
Darling, shall we dance?
Could I live through the pain
On a terrace in Spain?
Would it pass? It would pass.
Could I bury my rage
With a boy half your age
In the grass? Bet your ass.
But I've done that already—or didn't you know, love?
Tell me, how could I leave when I left long ago, love? Could I leave you?
No, the point is, could you leave me?
Well, I guess you could leave me the house, Leave me the flat, Leave me the Braques and Chagalls and all that. You could leave me the stocks for sentiment's sake And ninety percent of the money you make. And the rugs and the cooks— Darling, you keep the drugs. Angel, you keep the books, Honey, I'll take the grand, Sugar, you keep the spinet
And all of our friends and—
Just wait a goddam minute!
Oh, leave you? Leave you? How could I leave you?
Sweetheart, I have to confess: Could I leave you? Yes.
Will I leave you? Will I leave you? Guess!
—Stephen Sondheim
Weill: Saga of Jenny
There once was a girl named Jenny
Whose virtues were varied and many
Excepting that she was inclined
Always to make up her mind
And Jenny points a moral
With which you cannot quarrel
As you will find
Who's Jenny? Never heard of Jenny
Jenny is out of place
I'm sure the court'll find Jenny is immortal
And has a bearing on this case
Jenny made her mind up when she was three
She herself was gonna trim the Christmas tree
Christmas Eve she lit the candles, tossed the tapers away
Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas Day
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
She lost one dad and mother
A sister and a brother
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at twenty-two
To get herself a husband was the thing to do
So she got herself all dolled up in her satins and furs
And she got herself a husband, but he wasn't hers
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
Deserved a bed of roses, but history discloses
That she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at thirty-nine
She would take a trip to the Argentine
She was only on vacation but the Latins agree
Jenny was the one who started the Good Neighbor Policy
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
Oh, passion does not vanish
In Portuguese or Spanish
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at seventy-five
She would live to be the oldest woman alive
But gin and rum and destiny play funny tricks
And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy-six
Jenny points a moral
With which one cannot quarrel
Makes a lot of common sense
Jenny and her saga
Prove that you are gaga
If you don't keep sitting on the fence
Jenny and her story
Point the way to glory
To all man and womankind
Anyone with vision
Comes to this decision
Don't make up, you shouldn't make up
You mustn't make up, oh, never make up
Don't make up your mind!
—Ira Gershwin
Gray/Farmer: Farmers Market
Once there was a girl and she was right from the sticks
Thought she'd go out to the market one day
And hey, we could sure say of the town
She was the toast, really the most, we don't want to boast
But scads of lads would all surround her,
City slickers sure would hound her
She went to the marketplace and what did she did see
Crew cut and cute with a crazy goatee, what a blend
He was the end sellin' beans dressed in his jeans what a buy
She was heard to cry
I got beans at a bargain little girl, won't you step right up
Cast your eyes upon my ware and you will have no other care
There'll be no other worry there if you see the crazy fare you'll have
When they are cleaned and cooked and crazy on the table
I got them fresh this very morning from the backyard and I picked them all myself
I hope that you would come along and buy my beans
Because a what I'm trying to say is they taste so good
They taste so very, very, very good, take advantage of a bargain
Come on and buy some
We got string beans, snap beans, lima beans
We got the very kind of beans that I would like to put right in your pressure cooker
Pretty baby, don't you see what I mean
They are the finest of beans, coolest of beans
They are the best beans that you could find at this or any other marketplace
What are you trying to prove with all your talk of beans?
Yes, I know that they look crazy, but they are just beans, only beans
And they will have to go ‘cause there is something you should know
Although I think your beans are great, well you can leave them off my plate
‘Cause they're not my favorite dish
Hey, let me say I am not the guy who’s supposed to sell the beans
It's a means to you ‘cause I knew that I should be your guy
Come baby, let me try
Once there was drummer, he was straight from New York
Touring the country with wardel grey and hey
We could sure say of the drums he was the toast, really the most
We don't want to boast but all the crazy chicks would sound him
All the crazy bands would hound him
Then one day he saw the one that made it that world
He met and married that same little girl, what a blend
They are the end they're a cool house with a pool
Crazy scene, blame it on the beans
Berlin: Blue Skies
Blue skies
Smilin’ at me
Nothin’ but blue skies
Do I see
Bluebirds
Singin’ a song
Nothin’ but bluebirds
From now on
Never seen the sun shinin’ so bright
Never saw things goin’ so right
Noticin’ the days hurryin’ by
When you’re in love, my how they fly
And blue days
All of them gone
Nothin’ but blue skies from now on
Blue skies
Smilin’ at me
Nothin’ but blue skies
Do I see
Bluebirds
Singin’ a song
Nothin’ but bluebirds
From now on
Never seen the sun shinin’ so bright
Never saw things goin’ so right
Noticin’ the days hurryin’ by
When you’re in love, my how they fly
And blue days
All of them gone
Nothin’ but blue skies
From now on
—Annie Ross
Hardy (Wasia Project): Impossible
Sinking, sinking slowly
Sinking down, can't hold my breath
Sinking out of your respect
Drifting, drifting freely
Drifting through your mind
Drifting out of space and time
Gazing through a glass, am I just dreaming?
Falling fast
Or is my view of all your thinking Impossible?
Lost in lands of dreams of different kingdoms
Worlds unseen
But something's wrong, it's all too perfect
Impossible
Flying, flying solo
Flying through your clouds of white
Flying from another fight
Floating, floating far from home
Floating so high up
Floating 'til we're out of love
Gazing through a glass, am I just dreaming?
Falling fast
Or is my view of all your thinking
Impossible?
Lost in lands of dreams of different kingdoms
Worlds unseen
But something's wrong, it's all too perfect
Impossible
I don't want it to end
Don't want to pretend
That it wasn't real from the start
It will break us apart
Oh, no, no
I don't want it to end
Don't want to pretend
That it wasn't real from the start
It will break us apart
Gazing through a glass, am I just dreaming?
Falling fast
Or is my view of all your thinking
Impossible?
Lost in lands of dreams of different kingdoms Worlds unseen
But something's wrong, it's all too perfect Impossible, oh
Gazing through a glass, am I just dreaming? Falling fast
Or is my view of all your thinking Impossible?
Lost in lands of dreams of different kingdoms Worlds unseen
But something's wrong, it's all too perfect Impossible, oh
—Olivia Hardy
Zoie Macapanpan is a senior music therapy student and psychology minor at University of the Pacific, and a current member of Heidi Moss Erikson’s voice studio. They also serve as vice president of the Pacific Stocktones a cappella group and Mu Phi Epsilon, Mu Eta Chapter.
Passionate about supporting others through music, Macapanpan is committed to becoming the best music therapist they can be. They look forward to their upcoming internship and are grateful for the mentors, professors, and friends who have shaped their journey.
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