Lamento del Barista
for vocal quartet and piano
an homage to Monteverdi’s Lamento della Ninfa, in Brooklyn
Music and lyrics by Conrad Cummings
COMMISSIONED: by Five Boroughs Music Festival
PREMIERE: February 11, 2017; Baryshnikov Center, New York; Marnie Breckenridge, soprano; Jennifer Johnson Cano, mezzo; Will Ferguson, tenor; Sidney Outlaw, baritone; Jocelyn Dueck, piano
DURATION: 5’
PUBLISHER: All Conrad Cummings works are self-published; contact him here
Video of the complete premiere performance:
“It needs to be about New York City, but not Manhattan-centric.” That’s what
Jesse Blumberg, Artistic Director of the Five Boroughs Music Festival, asked for
in his commission for the Five Boroughs Songbook. “Write for anything from one
to four singers, plus piano.” Well of course, go for four.
After a long and fruitless search for existing texts, I realized I had to do my own.
It used to be that I felt hopelessly unhip when I got out of the subway at Bedford
Street in Brooklyn’s Williamsburg neighborhood, but in the last few years
hipdom has moved further east, and now I have to get off the L train at the
Morgan Avenue stop to feel totally passé among the nineteenth century beards
and the twenty-first century tattoos.
So I thought of a barista faced with these changing times. And of my all-time
favorite composition, Monteverdi’s proto-opera “Lamento della Ninfa.”
Similarities between Monteverdi’s and my “Lamento”’s are purely intentional.
Consider my piece a love-letter to his.
And for the Williamsburg/Bushwick non-initiates, some notes on the text:
— Bedford, the L-train stop in the heart of Williamsburg, used to be crazy hip,
now more crazy swank
— Bushwick, what Williamsburg was ten years ago, five more stops into
Brooklyn on the L-train
— Roberta’s, iconic Bushwick Michelin-starred, picnic-tables-in-an-old-
industrial-space restaurant
— Bogart and Morgan, two streets running through the heart of Bushwick. Exit
the Morgan Avenue stop on the L-train to either of these streets and feel like the
unhippest person in the world if you’re over thirty and absent an artistic tattoo
and a 19-century beard
— The 6, perhaps the least hip subway line in NYC, navigating as it does both
the Upper East Side and the Bronx. It will take you to Pelham Bay Park, a mere
29 stations and two hours after you transfer to it from the L
Lamento del Barista
an homage to Monteverdi’s Lamento della Ninfa, in Brooklyn
for vocal quartet and piano
Music and lyrics: Conrad Cummings
It’s dawn. The violet light had not yet
Emerged from beyond the BQE,
When up from the subway stop called Bedford
A youth stepped out, reluctantly.
His brow is furrowed, he heaves a sigh.
He starts to speak. He stops. He’s stunned.
The Apple Store’s windows reflect his dejection.
He’s been betrayed, his latte’s shunned.
“Ai, Ai, Ai,”
poor barista.
“How can your lips touch another man’s foam?”
Poor barista.
“You said that you loved my macchiatos.”
Thus under Williamsburg’s skies he moans.
“Where is loyalty, where is trust?
You’ve all moved to Bushwick, you’ve killed my cafe.
There’s no time to get bearded like Abraham Lincoln.
My one small tattoo isn’t fit for display.”
Poor barista, he knows in the land of Roberta’s
On Bogart or Morgan his look just won’t play.
“I’ll move to the Bronx, start a new single origin
Eco-cafe beside Pelham Bay.
What am I saying? You won’t ride the six.
There’s no hope, all that’s left me is doing today
What I dread, signing papers to work at the Starbucks
On Bedford and Seventh for substandard pay.
I curse you, you hipsters, in search of the latest
Sensation. My coffee is second to none!
To hell with you! I’ll wear my apron so proudly,
And I’ll be there after your neighborhood’s done!”
He steps to the Starbucks, dejected and fierce,
Thrusts a fist to the heavens, and inside he goes.
Thus mixes fire and ice in the borough
Where many court hipness, and some find woe.
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