This opera is on racial injustice in the US today, telling the tragic story of an African-American police officer whose son is killed by a fellow officer during a protest. Strongly resonating with the Black Lives Matter movement, the piece is equally groundbreaking thanks to it's intimate and layered portrayal of African-American family life. Historically and musically, Blue compassionately tells a story that is at once painful and identifiable to so many of us.
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001/00 |
Blue (Oper in 2 Akten) (Gesamtaufnahme) |
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Komponist: Tesori Jeanine
Mitwirkende: Wehr Ariana, Burton Katerina, Thelwell Rehanna, Hunter Briana, Crouch Aaron, Clark Martin Luther, Blue Joshua, Hawkins Gordon, Simmons Christian, Kellogg Kenneth
Dirigent/Leitung: Cox Roderick
Orchester/Ensemble: Washington National Opera Orchestra
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001/01 |
Prolog |
2:41 |
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002/02 |
- Urgent! - Drop ev'rything! (1. Akt) |
1:01 |
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003/03 |
I was in the heyday of being in love |
0:53 |
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004/04 |
Damn, girl! |
2:24 |
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005/05 |
You married a cop? |
0:33 |
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006/06 |
I love him |
3:30 |
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007/07 |
What about your obsession? |
0:55 |
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008/08 |
I'm gonna strap my baby on my back |
1:07 |
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009/09 |
You havin' a what? |
1:14 |
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010/10 |
- Forgive our sistah. - She knows not what she do |
1:19 |
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011/11 |
Birth that baby boy to term |
2:23 |
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012/12 |
Ha. Ha ha ha |
0:52 |
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013/13 |
I'm having this boy. I'm keeping this boy close |
0:50 |
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014/14 |
We wish on ev'rything youcan wish on |
1:53 |
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015/15 |
Scrape the wax off your wings |
1:49 |
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016/16 |
Übergang |
1:16 |
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017/17 |
How you doin' baby? |
1:25 |
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018/18 |
I'm somebody's mother |
2:06 |
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019/19 |
Hello... Mom! |
1:48 |
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020/20 |
Cup your hand under his head and neck |
1:14 |
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021/21 |
Hello... Helo, my son |
3:01 |
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022/22 |
Go, go, go! |
1:49 |
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023/23 |
- Halftime! - We're all yours, buddy |
1:03 |
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024/24 |
How do you feel? |
2:03 |
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025/25 |
Welcome to the daddy club! |
1:17 |
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026/26 |
How did you produce a son? |
0:50 |
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027/27 |
I've got a baby boy |
0:56 |
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028/28 |
Here's a toast |
1:17 |
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029/29 |
Einleitung |
0:47 |
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030/30 |
You not getting of that easy |
1:24 |
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031/31 |
Yes, sir! Got my own private warden |
1:05 |
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032/32 |
Moved up here so you could spread out and be by yourself |
1:49 |
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033/33 |
No! New York is the richest city in the world |
2:15 |
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034/34 |
Stat stat statue of liberty |
1:28 |
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035/35 |
The world done change |
1:27 |
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036/36 |
- What am I supposed to do? - Stay alive |
1:10 |
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037/37 |
You alive, ain't you? |
0:46 |
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038/38 |
I am out there in the jungle |
2:28 |
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039/39 |
Whatcha gonna do? |
1:10 |
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040/40 |
- Let me go. - No, my son, I will never let you go |
2:33 |
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Interpret - Titel |
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001/41 |
What is your name, my son (2. Akt) |
1:30 |
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002/42 |
Ah! You are the father whose child was lost |
1:55 |
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003/43 |
Ah! Your heart is broken, I hear it knocking against your ribs |
1:42 |
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004/44 |
This is my badge |
2:09 |
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005/45 |
When my boy was taken from me |
0:50 |
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006/46 |
I did not come here seeking redemption |
2:08 |
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007/47 |
Only a white God |
1:51 |
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008/48 |
You are walking in a terrible darkness, my son |
3:11 |
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009/49 |
May restoring waters clear the night's weeping |
0:56 |
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010/50 |
In my hour of need I seek no salvation from you |
2:16 |
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011/51 |
Come away from the window |
1:56 |
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012/52 |
She sits in the matchbox disguised as a house |
2:04 |
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013/53 |
She was lying in her bed. In her own home. In her bed |
1:57 |
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014/54 |
- Look at her. - She wears the captive shroud of stony death |
1:16 |
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015/55 |
Let us go forth |
0:59 |
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016/56 |
Oh God! Bring my baby back |
2:26 |
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017/57 |
God, give me back any part of my baby |
2:48 |
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018/58 |
My heart... my heart is heavy tonight |
1:09 |
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019/59 |
Somebody... |
2:35 |
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020/60 |
A mother, clear out of her mind |
2:37 |
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021/61 |
God, we ask you, take care of this boy |
0:56 |
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022/62 |
Stay alive |
0:40 |
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023/63 |
Son, the light is turning amber. Run! |
1:34 |
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024/64 |
We sing... Christ wore the crown of thorns |
3:08 |
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025/65 |
Cup your hand under his head and neck |
1:46 |
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026/66 |
Einleitung (Epilog) |
1:14 |
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027/67 |
I don't know what the hell you talkin' about |
0:54 |
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028/68 |
Set aside your sides, eat some set-asides I set aside for my boys |
1:09 |
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029/69 |
- You my son. - I got deep fried, red-eyed, drip-dried... |
1:18 |
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030/70 |
Kneaded, pinched, and prodded |
3:31 |
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031/71 |
Heavenly Father, we humbly thank you |
3:18 |
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032/72 |
Hey Mom, hey Dad |
1:32 |
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