Bosba PANH

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Clara Wang
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December, 2016
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The Christmas Tree 
composer: Bosba (b.1997) 
text by e.e.cummings (1894-1962)

performers: Moira Loh, Maria Giovanetti (sopranos), Pauline Ann Tan (alto), Michael Gonzalez (tenor), Richard Rivale (tenor and piano), Johan Hartman, Isaac Blumfield (bass)

text:

little tree 
little silent Christmas tree 
you are so little 
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest 
and were you very sorry to come away?

look, oh look the spangles 
that sleep all the year in a dark box 
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, 
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms 
and i'll give them all to you to hold 
then when you're quite dressed 
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see

and my little sister and i will take hands 
and look and sing 
"Noel Noel"

Daniel Calahorra-Oliart, Abraham Martin, Richard Rivale
11/24/2015
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"Pieces of Time"

I. Simple Times
II. Lost in Time

composed by Bosba (b.1997)
oboe - Daniel Calahorra-Oliart
viola - Abraham Martin
piano - Richard Rivale

Tuesday Night New Music
New England Conservatory of Music, Boston MA, USA


Program Notes:

“Simple Times” is simple music, for two complex persons: R. and I. We sat next to each other every single day in English class. We knew that 

something was wrong but we were too shy, and too scared to make things worse by addressing them. R’s story and my story are different, but it was our fall and the decision to move on that established a silent bond between the two of us. There was a lot of unspoken pain and feelings, but we knew we could count on each other. I still can’t find the words to this day to express and tell you what R. and I went through so I turn to music for that.

I wrote “Lost in Time” exactly a year after “Simple Times”. “Lost in Time” is a reflection to “Simple Times”. I thought about two movies when writing this movement: Les Parapluies de Cherbourg and Farenheit 451, directed by Jacques Demy and François Truffaud respectively. These two movies were scored by Michel Legrand and Bernard Hermann respectively, two of the most successful film composers of the 20th century. Legrand and Hermann are two of my favorite composers along with Philip Glass and Bill Evans. Although I am not at the same level of mastery as these legends, I hope to follow their steps someday. “Lost in Time” like so many other pieces I have written, is a piece from the heart, honest and human. I think it sounds very cheesy. I can’t help it. – Bosba Panh

Aleksis Martin
October 2015
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Dedicated to my little brother, Pièces pour Mi captures three elements of our lives as siblings.

"Le jardin" ("The Garden")captures the memories of our father's garden and the peace we derive from it, as well as all the countless hours spent gardening with him, which I admit, wasn't always something we wanted to do as teenagers.  Le jeu (The Game") describes the few moments when we had fun together (when we weren't arguing).L'allumette (“The lightmatch") is a piece inspired by the mutual admiration my brother and I have for fire. Our parents tried their best to keep us from playing with fire when we were young, which was more or less successful (I partially burned down our chicken coop). We still play with fire even as grownups, except nowadays it usually involves steak and grilled vegetables. There is something very symbolic nonetheless about fire. Although both of us are now responsible grownups (-ish) and I am away from home, there is something about gardens, warm and yellow light, and the sound of laughter that reminds me of home, where my family is, and where I can always count on my devilish little brother.  

      

Ariel Lee (violin I), Sania Lin (violin II), Christopher Rogers-Beadle (viola), Emily Munstedt (cello)
2015
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Dedicated to my parents, and Dr. Whitman Brown 

 

I grew up in Cambodia but most of my influences came from music from the West.  My parents listened to French music from the 1940’s - 1970’s : Charles Aznavour, Edith Piaf, Serge Gainsbourg, Georges Brassens, Charles Trenet and Jacques Brel.

My musical influences did not only come from French music but also from America.: Fitzgerald, Sinatra, Armstrong and later in my teens, Bill Evans and Blossom Dearie. I also developped,the summer before junior year, a fascination for South-American Jazz: Stan Getz, João Gilberto, Antonio Carlos Jobim ,Tom Jobim and Elis Regina are amongst my favorites.

I started writing the first drafts of this string quartet some time in the winter of 2014, and completed it in April 2015. Writing a string quartet is a rite of passage for any composer, whether the result is good or not. I was inspired by the harmonies of Bill Evans, and the popular French song “ Que reste-t-il de nos amour” (by Léo Chauliac & Charles Trenet) as well as hints of Philip Glass.

I wrote this string quartet with the goal of writing something that conveyed a sensation of warmth to the listener. There are moments of deliberate lack of melody because I don’t want to send a message or tell a specific story. I want to initiate a feeling, a thought, a sensation. I am not pointing to a specific melody. I want the audience to come up with their own voice for the music that is given to them. It is quite a silly concept and I am a silly person for those who know me personally.

I wrote it specially for my senior recital and four string players to whom this piece is partially dedicated. It is also dedicated to my parents who have invested the past eighteen years of their lives to raise me and take care of their “free minded” daughter, driving me to countless music lessons and giving me the chance to find my own voice in leaving home to pursue my studies in the United States. To Dr.Brown, I am forever indebted to your guidance and teaching. If you hadn’t pushed me, I wouldn’t be attending the New England Conservatory in the Fall … as a composition major! I will also be the first Cambodian to attend NEC!

 

Walnut Hill School for the Arts Students choir - conductor: Jonathan Richter
2014
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Music: Bosba; Text: A.A. Milne " Vespers"

Vespers” is the title of my second choral piece. Is is based on the poem with the same title by A.A.Milne (1882-1956). I wrote it in October of 2014 and it took me approximatively a month to finish it. I set this poem to music because it talks about Winnie the Pooh and I have had a childhood fascination with Winnie the Pooh: I have a Winnie the Pooh teddy bear. I got it the day I was born. Setting the text of “Vespers” was pretty special because I was able to find inspiration in my childhood. I was inspired to start writing choral music on a subject that touches on the composer’s childhood after performing with the Youth Chorale at the New England Conservatory Preparatory Program (under the baton of Jonathan Richter), John Corigliano’s “ Fern Hill” based on Dylan Thomas’ poem. “Vespers” is a SAATB choral piece (for bass, alto 1 and 2, tenor and soprano), written in a classical style with hints of jazz harmony inspired by Bill Evans.

Lyrics


Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,                                 

Droops on the little hands little gold head.                                                

Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!                                         

Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.                    

 

God bless Mummy. I know that's right.

Wasn't it fun in the bath to-night?

The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.

Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.

 

If I open my fingers a little bit more,

I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.

It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood.

Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

 

Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,

And pull the hood right over my head,

And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,

And nobody knows that I'm there at all.

 

Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.

And what was the other I had to say?

I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?

Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

 

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,

Droops on the little hands little gold head.

Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!

Christopher Robin is saying his prayers

 

Ariel Lee (violin), Christopher Rogers-Beadle (viola), Evren Ozel (piano)
2014
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Dedicated to my friend Ryan Chou

for violin, viola and  piano

 

My first trio, “ Simple Times” reflects on the times where teenagers didn’t need to worry about their futures (college ! ). Originally written for oboe, viola and piano, I had to substitute the oboe for violin because my oboist was unavailable the day of the premiere. I was inspired once again by Bill Evans’s harmonies as well as Philip Glass’ minimalism which is reflected in the simple and repeated material for each instrument.

 

Erica Maul (soprano), Evren Ozel (piano)
2014
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Song for the Rulers of the Universe 

I. “ I shut my eyes”

II.  “ Seaside”

 

I first came across the poetry of Sylvia Plath during my junior while studying “ the Hours”. Coincidely my English teacher back then also screened the film version, directed by Setev Daldry and starring Meryl Streep, Drew Barrymore, and Nicole Kidman. In addition to really liking the film, it reintroduced me to the music of Phillip Glass and lead me to his fifth string quartet which would inspire me to write my own.

Written in the fall of my senior, “I shut my eyes” and “Seaside” are part of a set of three songs, the third song being “ Tomorrow”. The first song is inspired by Sylvia Plath’s “ Mad Girl’s Love Song” , the second one by Ogden Nash’s “ Pretty Halcyon Days” and the third song inspired by Wislawa Szymborska’s “ Nothing twice”.

I was inspired by Amy Beach to attempt/start to write a set of songs which has resulted in the following.

Lyrics


I. I shut my eyes
from “ Mad Girl’s Love Song” - Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.


II. Seaside
from “ Pretty Halcyons Days” - Ogden Nash

How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun,
And nothing at all to be done!

No letters to answer,
No bills to be burned,
No work to be shirked,
No cash to be earned,
It is pleasant to sit on the beach
With nothing at all to be done!

To lave in the wave,
Majestic and chilly,
Tomorrow I crave;
But today it is silly.

The sun and the sand
No contractor can copy;
We lie in the land
Of lotus and poppy;
We live, calm and romantic,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun, in the sea !

Christopher Rogers-Beadle (viola), Sihyun Uhm (piano)
2014
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Written aroung the same time as “ of letters and carnations”, “ Saudade” is my first viola and piano piece.

 

Erica Ogihara (cello), Qianhe Li (piano)
2014
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For cello and piano ­ 

 I’d never tried to write for cello due to my fear of not being able to write something that would fit the instrument  or that did not exploit the instrument’s abilities. “Promenade, Soubresauts et Mélodie” explores three themes, the first one being a rhapsody, the second one being a more energetic “hiccupt” type of of material and the third one being a melodie inspired by a cambodian lullaby. I was very pleased with the end result and although it was hard for the cellist to execute the piece and coordinate it with the pianist (lots of rehearsals) it provided me with the opportunity to get to know the instrument more intimately.

Nobuo " Nobby" Suganuma (violin), Siqi " Jamie" Xu (piano)
2014
Bosba

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I see this piece as a continuation to “the Enchanted Pavillion”, as I continued experiencing writing for violin and piano. This piece is much more emotional than “Enchanted Pavillion” as the two performers were graduating that year and I was inspired by Debussy’s Violin Sonata to start writing a second violin and piano piece.

Sihyun Uhm (piano), Bosba (voice)
2014
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Text by Jacques Prévert  (2014)

I have always wanted to set to music a poem by Prévert. I grew up with Prévert’s words and I decided to set “Sables Mouvants” as an exercise for text setting. The recurring piano material is reminiscent of the to and fro movement of sea waves.

Sihyun Uhm (piano), Bosba (voice)
2014
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­“Roadside Grave”  for soprano and piano

text based on translation of traditional Japanese hymn 

During winter break 2014, my father brought me a Japanese songbook and I remember leafind through it and stumbling on the translation of the Japanese text of a traditional hymn. The text was so poignant and grim that I decided to set it to music. Something changed in the way I started composing and this song marks my transition into experiencing with dissonances. I regard this piece as the first turn point in my composition process.

Lyrics

Roadside Grave (Japanese folk song)

If I die, bury me by the roadside

If I die, bury me by the roadside

Then every passer by will offer flowers at my grave

When I die, who will cry for me ?

Oh! When I die, who will cry for me ? 

What flower will it be?

Will it be camelia? or will it be the cicada?

In the pine mountains behind us?

If I die, bury me by the roadside

If I die, bury me by the roadside

Then all the cicadas and all the camelia will cry for me. 

When I die, bury me by the roadside

Then every passer-by and all the passers-by

Will offer flowers at my grave.

 

Angela Gooch, Beth Canterbury, Matthew Anderson, Gary Durham
2014
Bosba

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text: Paulina Ukrainets, Bosba 

 "Neverland" was an assignment given in Dr. Mary Montgomery Koppel's composition for non-majors class. Our last project was a collaboration with the writers at school. I was assigned to work with Paulina Ukrainets, a fellow junior. I was interested in writing a piece about childhood and co-wrote the text with Paulina. This piece is my first attempt at writing for an SATB choir and was performed at the composition for non-majors concert in the Spring of 2014. 

 

 

Qianhe Li
2013
Bosba

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Bercioso is a lullaby for piano, inspired by Brahms' lullaby and the band Gorillaz's hit " Feel Good inc." I came up with the melody my first year at Walnut Hill School for the Arts and wrote the piece in one afternoon.

For oboe and clarinet
2013
Bosba

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This was the first piece I wrote  when I started lessons with my teacher, Dr. Whitman Brown. It is inspired by Libby Larsen’s choral piece “ Spring is here” .

Anna Theresa Steckel (violin) and Stephan Rahn (piano) - Composer: Bosba
2014-11-11

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I composed this instrumental for violin and piano when I was 16. Anna Theresa Steckel (violin) and Stephan Rahn (piano) played it beautifully at the 10th International Music Festival of Phnom Penh in 2013. Thanks to maestro organiser Anton Isselhardt! I was inspired by my travels in China in 2006 when I was 9, in particular the landscapes of Sichuan, Leshan, the pandas. I think the piece will sound great with the Chinese Erhu instrument or our Cambodian tro-sor (medium high-pitched two-stringed fiddle).

 

 

BosbaPANH
2014-10-10

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I listened to the original in Khmer - a remake of Frank Sinatra "Strangers in the Night" (1966) by MEAS Hok Seng in 1967. He died soon after, of cancer in Battambang among his loved ones. He was mentioned by my teacher tenor Khuon Sethisak during his interview with lok srey Youk Chenda for CTN 21. He said he liked to listen to this song when he came back from Moscow. That's why I choose this song to make this video. This is a very low-tech video that we produced this summer with my two bros Sibxy and Panhlauv. I like the old movies format in black and white. I don't know why but I feel that songs and singers were better treated. That's why the rolls will never die. I hope you will like it too!

BosbaPANH
2014-09-10
Sin Sisamouth

Story

Muoy Meun Alay (Ten Thousand Sorrows) was the soundtrack of the movie Muoy Meun Alay produced by Kangchak PheapYun and premiered in 1972. Music, lyrics and voice by lok ta SIN Sisamouth under the direction of MER Bun. Cover song with sub-titles in French and Khmer.

Video produced on a Sunday afternoon of August 2014 by seven Kon (kids) Khmers : my two brothers and our friends SAM Thyda, Thady, Sorya and Vandy. Lots of fun with our low-tech equipment. 

Lyrics

Ten thousand sorrows… 

English lyrics (by Napandita Rithipol, Mac)

1 - The chorus of ten thousand sorrows 

The melody of the newest but  final song 

The song of the poor lamenting over regrets and sorrows 

Sorry for truthful feelings and for the name of love. 

 

2-The song of sorrows becoming one of the blessings

As a gift for your wedding day 

Recounting over the senseless story 

The regretful and wavering love story

 

3- I have to sever the feeling of ten thousand sorrows

Even it’s the end of my life, I would accept; 

However, darling, please have a faithful love 

No change of heart as you did with our love. 

 

4. The chorus of sorrows on the day of our separation

The tears whispering good-bye to the times of romance 

Good-bye to all the stories and sweet loving words 

Good-bye to our hope and dreams to cross together the bridge of life

 

BosbaPANH
2014-09-12
Sin Sisamouth

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 TEN THOUSAND SORROWS…

(English lyrics by Napandita Rithipol / Mac)

 

1 - The chorus of ten thousand sorrows 

The melody of the newest but  final song 

The song of the poor lamenting over regrets and sorrows 

Sorry for truthful feelings and for the name of love. 

 

2-The song of sorrows becoming one of the blessings

As a gift for your wedding day 

Recounting over the senseless story 

The regretful and wavering love story

 

3- I have to sever the feeling of ten thousand sorrows

Even it’s the end of my life, I would accept; 

However, darling, please have a faithful love 

No change of heart as you did with our love. 

 

4. The chorus of sorrows on the day of our separation

The tears whispering good-bye to the times of romance 

Good-bye to all the stories and sweet loving words 

Good-bye to our hope and dreams

to cross together the bridge of life

 

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DIX MILLE REGRETS

 
Dix mille regrets murmure la complainte...

...Elle susurre, aussitôt elle disparaît...

La chanson d'une femme pauvre, qu'éprouvent les regrets...

...D'un coeur sincère , au nom de l'amour....

 Dix mille regrets se transfusent en voeux...

...En cadeau de noces.

Dix mille regrets comptent les amourettes

Hélas ! l’amour est changeant

 

 Mais l'âme supporte dix milles regrets

…Qu'importe si cela coûte la vie... la mort est acceptée

...Avec mes souhaits pour toi d'un nouvel amour

...Sans casse comme toi et moi...

 

La complainte des dix mille regrets le jour de la séparation

Les larmes d'adieu des moments ensemble

Adieu aux intrigues, adieu aux "moi " et aux "toi"

Adieu au rêve de traverser ensemble le pont de la vie.

Lyrics

 

 

 

BosbaPANH
2014-01-08

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Improvisation with Flavius Mihaes in Khmer, French and English. We performed for NextGen Friends of the Kennedy Center for the Arts, Washington DC. NextGen Friends are volunteers under 35. Without the volunteers, the Kennedy Center and the National Symphonic Orchestra would not be able to function ... so join ! if you leave in the area. That's the 3rd time I am playing la Vie En Rose. The first time was in June 2009 at Topaz Restaurant in Phnom Penh when I fundraised for Em Theay Family, whose house was burned down. The 2nd time was at Chaktomuk Hall the same year for my third grand concert. They are uploaded on YouTube too so check how I have changed :)

BosbaPANH
2014-01-05

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I played this song in July 2013 for the NextGen Friendsof the Kennedy Center for Performing Arts, the volunteers of age under 35 who welcome you at the Kennedy Center and help the operas of the National Symphonic Orchestra of Washington DC. It is in the Israeli Lounge.

 

Lyrics

"Dream a Little Dream of Me" is a song, from c.1931, with music by Fabian Andre and Wilbur Schwandt and lyrics by Gus Kahn. It was first recorded in February 1931 by Ozzie Nelsonand also by Wayne King and His Orchestra, with vocal by Ernie Birchill. A popular standard, more than 60 other versions have been recorded, but some of the highest chart ratings were in 1968 by Mama Cass Elliot with the Mamas and Papas.

 

BosbaPANH
2013-03-07

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I was inspired by my travels to Leshan and Wolong (Sichuan, China) when I was 9. I still remember the serenity of Mount Emei Shan, mysterious in the fog, the people of Sichuan, fresh markets with small traders, fresh food cooked on the spot, tea fields. We took this long trip to Wolong to visit the pandas, it was so cold but the small pandas so cute and small. It is sad they are endangered.

Walnut Hill School for the Arts
2013-06-06
Bosba

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For tenor, piano, double bass and trumpet 

I95 is named after the highway “ I-95”. The song came from a project in the “Composition for non-majors “ where composition students were paired with a member of the creative writing department. The writer provided a text or poem to which we would set to music. I was paired with Fiora Elbers Tibbits and the song was originally for voice and piano. However, in January 2013, Walnut Hill approached me with a comission for their Gala and asked me to arrannge the piece for tenor, piano, double bass and trumpet. I worked closely with each of the instrumentalists and the singer and the final result was really pleasing. The performance at WGBH studios in Boston went very well and I have very fond memories of the process.

 

BosbaPANH
2012-03-17

Story

I sing with my teacher tenor Khuon Sethisak the song that lok ta Sin Sisamouth wrote for his wife, Mrs Khao Thong Nhot when she was pregnant with their first daugther in the mid-fifties. She told me when I visited her in February 2012 that it was her favorite song (with Champei Siem Reap which he composed for her after they have separated for seven years). As per tradition, after the birth of the baby, Mrs SIN Sisamouth had to stay near the fire, he would joke and sing this song for her "to keep her cool". My teacher and my father discussed how we would do the duet, they imagined that Mrs Sin Sisamouth would answer back to lok Ta that he could stay near her, she forgave him. We sing with an operatic style with only the piano (Rong Sereyvann) to accompany us. Recorded on March 17, 2012 at Raffles Hotel le Royal (Phnom Penh) to celebrate Women International Day.

BosbaPANH - Adaptation Caccini
2012-04-20

Story

Bosbapanh sings an adaptation of Caccini (Ave Maria) to the glory of Queen Indradevi, Queen Jayararavi (sisters who are both spouses of Jayavarman VII) and Queen Mother Kossomak Nearyroath, mother of King Father Norodom Sihanouk who promoted and preserved the arts of Angkor. Bosbapanh is accompanied by Patrick and Louise Marty (Les Trois Tambours, Paris). This was at Bayon Temple for the concert Bosbapanh@Angkor in February 2011.

BosbaPANH
2012-05-05

Story

This is the last song of my concert@Angkor (February 2011) followed by some behind-the-scenes images and end credits thanking the sponsors and artists. You have the names of everybody who have contributed to the Concert! Have a look and you can see how much work has been put into making the concert. The last song's title is "Nine Million Bicycles" (Katie Melua) and I have adapted to call it "nine million bicycles in Phnom Penh".

BosbaPANH
2012-02-23
Kong Bunchhoeun

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Oh! Bak Prear village, so beautiful in the sunset

Small waves shining, like a golden carpet

The sky holds towering clouds, swaying in the shadows and light

Far away, the thunder roars, calling up old memories

 

Fishing Villages float in the immensity of the water

The August breeze brings back old stoies

True Love with you was like a raft, tying us together

Now, I am deserted, abandoned without your body

 

What can I do? I am only the daughter of a fisherman

A disheveled flower, stained by the scent of the river

You already know the heart of a flower grown in water

This is the destiny of a flower from Bak Prear village.

 

From Bak Prear to Prek Troab, the waters  bury a sad love

Like Neang Kesor with her deceptive disguise,

a victim of her own jealousy and her husband

From the dry season to the Vossa monsoon

Oh my Love ! you return to me no more.

Lyrics

 

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 I recorded this song for all the fishermen and their families of Bak Prear village (province of Battambang). They have been much affected by fishing lots concessions, climate change so finding fish is difficult and impact their livelihood.

Kong Bunchhoeun (now living in Germany) wrote it in 1974 for his wife. The song was interpreted by Ros Sereysothea but in rock'n roll style.

All the sales of this single will go to buy water filters for the village of Bak Prear. We are working with Hagar International to install enough of these so that the villagers can get clean water. Support us ! 

BosbaPANH
2012-02-29

Story

This is the opening of the DVD of my concert@Angkor which took place on 25-26 February 2011 at the Bayon Temple. The song is called Buong Suong and is a prayer for the masters and spirits of Angkor. We ask for protection and guidance for all the artists so that we perform well. The story is that before sounds are like will-o-wisps and the prayers of men makes them into music.

Lyrics

We implore Thou

With all respects

Thou, Tevodas

To have compassion

And offer us

Your wishes to perform well

We, your children

Juniors and seniors

Young and old

We are at an age to learn art

We ask Thou to guide

And show the way

For all the sounds, voices

Young and old

Singers and all musicians

Singers and all musicians

No mistake must be made

We implore Thou.

Singers and all musicians

No mistake must be made

We implore Thou.

BosbaPANH
2012-02-10

Story

I have been working on my voice with Mari Jinnai and Khuon Sethisak. This is the first piece of the three I have recorded at the CJCC early this month of February 2012. By Rossini.

BosbaPANH
2012-02-29

Story

A broadway song! Thank you to my coach soprano Mari Jinnai and pianist Namiko Hashida. Recorded at the CJCC Phnom Penh in January 2012

BosbaPANH
2011-05-28

Lyrics

This is a song I performed at the Angkor Concert in February 2011, a traditional song with Jean Marc Padovani at the saxophone. Video captured by Eng Sothy.

BosbaPANH
2011-12-27
Sin Sisamouth

Story

We rehearsed at home to prepare a recital. It not well recorded but I like the melody for a beautiful day like this one, to end the year 2001. I wish all of you a wonderful year 2012. May all your wishes come true!

Bosba 

BosbaPANH
2011-12-27
Adaptation Caccini

Story

This is the soundtrack of my concert@Angkor. We adapted a song from the Italian Composer Caccini (8 October 1551 – 10 December 1618). In the original song, there is only two words that are repeated "Ave Maria". My father adapted the lyrics to celebrate Angkor sacred places and our Kings, Queens and Gods.

Sin Sisamouth
2011-04-17

Story

The city of Phnom Penh is so calm as everybody went to their villages to celebrate the new year of the Rabbit. A song from lok ta Sin Sisamouth plays in my mind. I would like to share this with you as a gift for the new year (my piano still not great!). You can hear the sound from the street and also the birds from my garden. Happy new year to all of you again. Bosba

BosbaPANH
2011-05-24
Traditional

Story

This piece belongs to the first series of rhythms used to learn and practice traditional drums. Students and teachers alike maintain a regular beat and intensity, with a musical repetitive musical pattern. We played this during my concert@Angkor in February 2011, with 15 drummers and Nam Narim choreographed a contemporary dance on it. On stage were 4 generations of dancesr: Em Theay, her daughter Preab Thong Kim An, her grand daughter Narim and their disciple Sibxy Na Panh. They represented the transmission of intangible heritage and the inevitable tension between preservation and evolution.

Sin Sisamout
2009-10-09

Story

The song is composed by Sin Sisamout. The story is: on the road, a man has halted a young boy. He is asking after his sister, whom he compares to a beautiful champa flower. (2009 Concert at Chaktomuk Hall, Phnom Penh)

Traditional Lullaby
2009-10-09

Story

The children are crossing the rice fields on their way to school. Carefree, the children whistle a melody "Oh! serious students, born from poor families, you can work, you can learn. Oh young girls, you can become knowledgeable, whoever you are, you can go far, you only need to study, trov tae rien".

A traditional lullaby, Trov Tae Rien’s lyrics have been adapted by la Compagnie BosPANH to encourage children to study. (2009 Concert, Chaktomuk Hall, Phnom Penh)

Ven. Chhuon Nath - Joaquim Rodrigo
2009-10-09

Story

This is the first section of the DVD of my 2009 concert at Chaktomuk. It starts with a 3-minute video on the preparation of the 2009 Concert. Then: the National Anthem by Samdech Chhuon Nath; Buong Suong (the prayers to the masters) and do not miss the song " Our Mothers, neak Me" (about 7 mn from the start of the video) which is a tribute for my grand mother and all mothers who have lost their loved ones during the war. The Music is the "Concierto d' Aranjuez" composed by Joaquim Rodrigo (1939).

Lyrics

 Nokor Reach - Cambodian's National Anthem 

“Que le ciel protège notre Roi.

Et lui dispense le bonheur et la gloire.

Qu’il règne sur nos coeurs et sur nos destinées.

Celui qui, héritier des Souverains bâtisseurs,

Gouverne le fier et vieux Royaume.
Les temples dorment dans la forêt.

Rappelant la grandeur du Moha Nokor.

Comme le roc, la race khmère est éternelle.

Ayons confiance dans le sort du Campuchéa.

L’Empire qui défie les années.
Les chants montent dans les pagodes.

A la gloire de la Sainte foi Bouddhique.

Soyons fidèles aux croyances de nos pères.

Ainsi le ciel prodiguera-t-il tous ses bienfaits. 

Au vieux pays Khmer, le Moha Nokor”.

(Nokor Reach. original translation in French)

 

Buong Suong - Incantation to the spirits and masters

Sounds are like will-o-the-wisps, living apart. The prayers of men gather them into music. Going crescendo, the song intensifies until the final apotheosis. We were inspired by the "Bolero" of the French musician Ravel. It is a creation of La Compagnie bosbaPANH based on a traditional wedding song whose author is anonymous. It is the emblem of our band.

 

 Before lights out

Under the French Protectorate, the Khmer military band learned to play this piece as the opening or closing of a dramatic event, such as the shooting of traitors or enemies. In the context of Neak Mê’s story, this piece symbolizes the French retreat from the region, leaving countries like Cambodia fragile, with internal and external conflicts.

Neak Me - Our mothers

Over the mountains,

Across the rivers

Through the thunder - Neak Mae

The wind brings back our words

Our screams

Neak Mae

At sunset the junk leaves the port

The grand river

Kompong Tonle whimpers

Neak Mae

Now the temple is beyond repair

No roof left, all swallowed by fire.

To meditate too much

On the passing seasons

We store up years

Since this early morning of April

When they arrived

Yelling, singing, aiming

Writing on walls

They shot and they wrote

Words that made us tremble.

Neak Mae

The vines of roses grow from these stains 

And on these walls, blood-red petals

Break out every April

The roses climb among the bruises

And turn so red that they pierce us.

Neak Mae

The well is dry and empty

Neak Mae

Rice fields are burnt by the sun

During the parched season of April

Counting the rhythm of the seasons

Dozens of years pile up

Since these early hours of April

When they arrived

Their chests covered with roses

Like deaf-mutes

Barefoot, with tense bodies

In their fiery eyes

Begins the strange smil of the powerful

Neak Mae

One can guess the trails of blood

So violently red on these wall

But these are only roses.

Neak Mae, my love.

 

Joaquim Rodrigo (Music); lyrics by La Compagnie Bosbapanh
2009-11-06

Lyrics

Neak Mae

Over the mountains, Across the rivers

Through the thunder

Neak Mae

The wind brings back our words , our screams

Neak Mae

At sunset the junk leaves the port

The grand river Kompong Tonle whimpers

Neak Mae

 Now the temple is beyond repair

No roof left, all swallowed by fire.

To meditate too much

On the passing seasons

We store up years

Since this early morning of April

When they arrived

Yelling, singing, aiming

Writing on walls

They shot and they wrote

Words that made us tremble.

Neak Mae

The vines of roses grow from these stains

And on these walls, blood-red petals

Break out every Apri

l The roses climb among the bruises

And turn so red that they pierce us.

Neak Mae

The well is dry and empty

Neak Mae

Rice fields are burnt by the sun

During the parched season of April

Counting the rythm of the seasons

Dozens of years pile up

Since these early hours of April

When they arrived

Their chests covered with roses

Like deaf-mutes

Barefoot, with tense bodies

In their fiery eyes

Begins the strange smile of the powerful

Neak Mae

One can guess the trails of blood

So violently red on these wall

But these are only roses.

Neak Mae, my love.

Edit Piaf, Louiguy
2009-11-18

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Bosba sings in Khmer and French this famous love song. Composed in 1946 by Edith Piaf, a French singer, whose life symbolizes both resilience in the face of adversity and the triumph of talent and love. La vie en rose also invokes the elegant and tranquil world of Phnom Penh of the 1960s which is hailed as the Paris of the East. Bosba is performing here at Topaz Restaurant (June 2009) to raise fund for the family of Em Theay who lost their house in a fire.

King Father Norodom Sihanouk
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Bosba sings this song composed by King Father Sihanouk in the 1960s. It is a tribute to the city of Phnom Penh, then known as the Paris of the East. Bosba sings here at the Topaz Restaurant (June 2009) to raise fund for EM Theay's family who lost their house in a fire.

J. Livingston, R. Evans
2001-12-21

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Immortalised by Nat King Cole, Mona Lisa is interpreted in Khmer and English but is an ode to dedicated mothers and caring women in our life, among whom is Queen Kossomak who revived the arts and traditional dance under the reign of King Father Norodom Sihanouk.

Sin Sisamout
2001-12-21

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Sin Sisamout composed this song to express his love for his wife. Bosba performs this song with her brother Panhlauv at the flute.

O. Chounlamany
2007-12-21

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Bosba sings beautifully in Khmer, English and Lao language this Lao song composed by Outama Chounlamany. Oh Douang Champa sings the beauty of the Frangipani flower, the national symbol of Laos.

Bob Dylan
2007-09-15

Story

This is a song we are preparing for the second volume. It is a protest song that Dylan wrote in 1962. He was with friends in a cafe and it is said that he wrote this in 10 minutes. The melody is inspired from the old slave song "no more Auction Block". This song became one of the most popular anti-war songs during the 60s and the Vietnam War. During the Iraq War protests, some commentators noted that the protestors were still resurrecting songs like Blowin 'in the Wind. It is because the song is posing philosophical questions about peace, war and freedom. It does not refer specifically to any particular event, which has kept its popularity enduring. Bosba liked the melody without capturing the depth of the song until her father explained the lyrics to her. Bosbapanh then asked her father : why we still don't have answers to these questions ?

Bob Dylan
2007-09-15

Story

This is a song we are preparing for the second volume. It is a protest song that Dylan wrote in 1962. He was with friends in a cafe and it is said that he wrote this in 10 minutes. The melody is inspired from the old slave song "no more Auction Block". This song became one of the most popular anti-war songs during the 60s and the Vietnam War. During the Iraq War protests, some commentators noted that the protestors were still resurrecting songs like Blowin 'in the Wind. It is because the song is posing philosophical questions about peace, war and freedom. It does not refer specifically to any particular event, which has kept its popularity enduring. Bosba liked the melody without capturing the depth of the song until her father explained the lyrics to her. Bosbapanh then asked her father : why we still don't have answers to these questions ?

Lyrics

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind


Samdech Euv Norodom Sihanouk
2007-05-23

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I play this song from Samdech Euv in solo with my favorite guitar during the TV show CTN21.

Pen Sam Ol
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This is a song composed by Lok Kru Prof PEN SAM OL. It is an ode to the Mekong river and its beauty. It is the source of life for us, Cambodians.

Samdech Euv Norodom Sihanouk
2007-05-23

Story

It is a song from Samdech Euv to chant the beginning of the dry season, when the breeze refreshens Phnom Penh and the country.

Li Qianyi
2006-12-24

Story

Bosba brings this song from the Himalayas to wish all of you a happy and prosperous new year. The Himalayas are key elements of the Khmer mythology. This is a high pitch song that only the best voices can perform. Light and airy, Bosba’s voice floats through the air and becomes a perfume. One can imagine easily the vastness of the Tibetan plateau and its sacred nature. With this song, Bosba shows her talent as a promising coloratura soprano.
Samdech Euv Norodom Sihanouk
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I find superb the declaration of love from Samdech Ta Tuot Norodom Sihanouk to Princess Monique and my teacher had no problem teaching me this beautiful song.

Samdech Euv Norodom Sihanouk
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I am very happy when I sing this song and I wish to sing it around the world. I dedicated this album to Dame Penh, to the Tevodas spirits of Chaktomuk, to the Tevodas spirits of Angkor. When we are together, our rule is to start singing with Buong Suong, the incantation to the masters and spirits and to end with Phnom Penh to say farewell.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
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Poterat/Rastelli/Oliveri

Story

I started to sing Sin Sisamouth with my father, the Cambodian Frank Sinatra, who sings this song so well in French and Khmer. I love the simple rhythm of the Tango; this may come from my first guitar teacher Eduardo, who is a Brasilian.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
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HRH Norodom Sihanouk
La Compagnie BosbaPANH
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Traditional - Adaptation La Compagnie BosbaPANH

Story

We were inspired by the Bolero of the French musician Ravel. It is a creation of our band based on a traditional wedding song whose author is anonymous. The story is : sounds are like willow-the-wisps, living apart. The prayers of men gathered them into music. Going crescendo, the song intensifies until the final apotheosis. It is the emblem of our band.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
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Traditional Mohori Khmer

Story

I love to sing this soft song, from the classical repertoire of Mohori Khmer. In singing this song and Flower of Vientiane from Samdech Ta Tuot, my voice was described as coloratura soprano.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
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Sak Sutsakhand

Story

I play guitar solo while my teacher Narath sings so well. I started with singing the famous French song "Les feuilles mortes".

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
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My father said that this song is very difficult to sing because everybody knows it. He had to work hard on the arrangements so that the voice of my teacher Narath stands out.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
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Adapted from French song

Story

In April 1975, people were singing and dancing on the bridge in Avignon city as was the tradition, while in Phnom Penh, the Monivong bridge was jammed with the forced exodus of the population. People died on this bridge and under this bridge while trying to cross the river. I invited my younger brother Panhlauv, age 5, to play the flute on this track. What a surprise! He was admired by several musicians for his forceful and precise interpretation.

traditional Khmer song
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There are very few songs which describe nature so well in the Cambodian rainforest.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
2006-10-18

Story

This is a Khmer traditional lullaby sung by mothers to their children. Bosba plays guitar and sings live on CTN television.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
2006-12-24

Story

Bengawann Solo is a Malaysian song popularized by HRH King Father Norodom Sihanouk

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
2006-12-24

Story

This is a traditional Khmer song about the love between a mother and a daugther. Bosba sings with her teacher Narath.

La Compagnie BosbaPANH
2006-10-18

Story

This song has been popularized by Sin Sisamouth, the "Khmer Golden Voice".

New England Conservatory
Bosba

Story

" my love is building a building" (reading,2016)

composer: Bosba (b.1997)
poet: e.e.cummings
text: " my love is building a building"

choral reading by the New England Conservatory Chamber Singers, under the direction of Prof. Erica Washburn, May 2016. soloist: Pauline Ann Tan

 

text:

my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilfull uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building that and this into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your [smile])

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual

[ my love is building a building
all around you
beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile]

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless

Cardinalis Choir
Bosba

Story

" my love is building a building" (2016)

composer: Bosba (b.1997)
poet: e.e.cummings 

performed by Cardinalis Choir
conducted by Erica Washburn 
Calvin Permenter, piano 
William Jewell College's Gano Chapel 
Kansas City, MO - April 2, 2017

my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilfull uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building that and this into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your [smile])

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual

[ my love is building a building 
all around you 
beginning at the singular beginning 
of your smile]

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless

NEC Chamber Singers
Bosba

Story

Remember Me (2017) 
composer: Bosba (b.1997) 
text: e.e.cummings (1894-1962)
soloist: Pauline Ann Tan

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

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NEC Chamber Singers, directed by Dr. Erica Washburn
for the New England Conservatory 150th anniversary
Jordan Hall premiere, March 24th 2017

Cardinalis Choir
Bosba

Story

" my love is building a building" (2016)

composer: Bosba (b.1997)
poet: e.e.cummings 

performed by Cardinalis Choir
conducted by Erica Washburn 
Calvin Permenter, piano 
William Jewell College's Gano Chapel 
Kansas City, MO - April 2, 2017

my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilfull uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building that and this into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your [smile])

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual

[ my love is building a building 
all around you 
beginning at the singular beginning 
of your smile]

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless

Cardinalis
Bosba

Story

" my love is building a building" (2016)

composer: Bosba (b.1997)
poet: e.e.cummings 

performed by Cardinalis Choir
conducted by Erica Washburn 
Calvin Permenter, piano 
William Jewell College's Gano Chapel 
Kansas City, MO - April 2, 2017

my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilfull uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building that and this into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your [smile])

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual

[ my love is building a building 
all around you 
beginning at the singular beginning 
of your smile]

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless

Cardinalis Choir
Bosba

Story

" my love is building a building" (2016)

composer: Bosba (b.1997)
poet: e.e.cummings

performed by Cardinalis Choir
conducted by Erica Washburn 
Calvin Permenter, piano 
William Jewell College's Gano Chapel 
Kansas City, MO - April 2, 2017

text:

my love is building a building
around you,a frail slippery
house,a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilfull uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building that and this into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your [smile])

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual

[ my love is building a building 
all around you 
beginning at the singular beginning 
of your smile]

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless