Inner and outer space

Earthrise, Musici Ireland

It has been described as the most influential photograph ever. It was taken by astronaut William Anders during the Apollo 8 mission on Christmas Eve, 1968. It shows the moon’s surface and the earth rising from the darkness of space. Previous photographs were taken by robotic probes. But this has a human being behind the lens.  It is a perfect visual metaphor for the awe and emotion encapsulated in this rich recording by the adventurous Musici Ireland ensemble led by violist Beth McNinch.  

It was Beth herself who commissioned Liam Bates’ Earthrise. Surprisingly this piece is the second track on the CD. One can imagine taking the photograph oneself as the music swoops and swirls with dramatic crescendos and contented interludes. As Bates says: “Crafting music that evokes a resonant and emotive experience has always been the compass of my compositional aspirations.”

It is clear that Bates composes music for ballet and contemporary dance. One can almost see dance movements across a moonlight stage as three movement composition shifts from “Majestically” to “Gently and finally to “With Spirit”. The piece showcases Beth McNinch’s soulful virtuosity, with its technical versatility and emotional resonance.

The CD opens with Deirdre Gribbin’s ‘Before the Moon Shattered and Shone Again.’ This takes its inspiration from Celtic mythology as Elathan arrives at night by sea on a silver boat. The shimmering strings evoke the dancing moon on waves. We are now on a beach at dusk rather than the moon’s surface. We are watching daylight turn to dusk as, in the words of the composer, “The moon in this string quartet symbolizes life waxing, waning, renewing and redefining.” The ending to the pieces as blackness descends is exquisite.

We are very much back in Ireland for Ian Wilson’s ‘Her Charms Invited – String Quartet No. 12’ taking its inspiration from ‘Sean-nos’, traditional Irish singing. We are dancing in the grasslands and by mountain streams. We are earthbound but joyous. An evocative account of a spring day by mountain streams.

The Irish composer Linda Buckley takes inspiration from the hardingfele or Norwegian fiddle for her piece ‘Fiol for String Trio.’ Fiol means fiddle in 17th century Norwegian and Danish. A fiol is similar to a violin but has eight or nine strings with four strings resonating as the other four are played. ‘Fiol’ sees Buckley treating the twelve strings of the string trio almost as one instrument rather than three separate voices. It is as if the instruments have their own accompanying choir. It caused this reviewer to pause and stare at the proud host of daffodils in my garden – my choir for the cello, viola and violin.

The final piece on the CD is ‘Mr. Shah’ by Deirdre McKay. Mr. Shah (Peter Shah who lives in a hillside bungalow at Meifod near Welshpool) spends his evenings exploring space through a telescope and a hole in the roof of his garden shed. He photographs star clusters many light years from earth, matching the extraordinary space images provided by the £2.5 billion Hubble telescope. A garden shed, a cup of cocoa and an inexhaustible curiosity. “Night after night, in solitude, staring into vast soundless space,” says the composer. Now Mr Shah has a soundtrack for his astrological activities. The piece uses silence to punctuate the roving discoveries of the garden shed telescope – sometimes vast bursts of scattered light and sometimes deep darkness. The music beautifully envelops this quest to tell the stories of galaxies both known and unknown. Put on your headphones and step outside with a cup of freshly brewed cocoa and a curious eye. Find a new story in the night sky with this intoxicating music.

Musici Ireland, Earthrise. Divine Art Recordings

Boisterous banshees, and ghosts of war

Way back in orchestral history, at the 1971 Proms, a modest-sized broadcasting orchestra appeared at the Royal Albert Hall for the first time. An ensemble of some 40 players, the (then) BBC Welsh Orchestra performed smaller-scale works by Haydn, Mozart, Stravinsky and Brahms under the baton of the American conductor, Irwin Hoffman — who, incidentally, as a US serviceman, had been stationed in Britain. In a radio interview, Hoffman talked about the sense of occasion felt by the orchestral players, transported from their Cardiff studio duties to the international stage of the Royal Albert Hall — sentiments which might come as a surprise to concertgoers, today, accustomed to the work, international scope and remit of the c. 80-strong BBC National Orchestra of Wales.

From their modern performance centre, BBC Hoddinott Hall at Cardiff Bay (the larger St. David’s Hall in the city, opened in 1982, remains — curiously — closed and crumbling) the Welsh national orchestra plays for a dazzling array of international conductors. The trend started with Mariss Jansons in 1992 (with Richard Strauss’s massive Alpine Symphony) to Tadaaki Otaka, the Japanese maestro who loved and performed Elgar and attained laureate status with the musicians.

At Aberystwyth Arts Centre on the night of the 13th March (touring is a major priority of the orchestra) Christoph König presided over a programme of four intriguing divertissements for orchestra – Ravel’s Great War homage to lost friends and artists, Le Tombeau de Couperin, Anna Clyne’s modern saxophone fantasy on a theme of the banshee, Grasslands, Louise Farrenc’s boisterous, if uninterestingly-named ‘Second Overture,’ and Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 9 — the complete opposite in scale to his 7th, 1941’s ‘The Leningrad.’

A detailed delicacy of tone, especially in the woodwind section, made Ravel’s homage to an older France sound particularly tender and nostalgic. Yet the players switched effortlessly to a different scale of sound in the spikes and sparks of Anna Clyne’s banshee world, Grasslands, complete with an exciting pizzicato chase in the last movement — foreshadowing the Shostakovich 9th that ended the second half. The brilliant saxophonist, Jess Gillam, almost co-led the orchestra in this weird phantasmagoria — striding on with a complete stage-presence, notwithstanding her pink suit and blue spectacles. However, another player had a chance to shine in the concerto, the overlooked double-bassist, who had a mysterious little accompaniment to perform alongside Jess’s saxophonic highs – a moment of real atmosphere.

A sardonic march, a cheeky fizzing curtain-raiser to an odd sort of symphony, is what the first movement of Shostakovich 9 is all about — a far cry from the tense, tortured spans of the Stalin-shadowed 5th and 7th. Here, the BBC National Orchestra of Wales and their (batonless) conductor found much to enjoy — and full marks, of course, to leader, Lesley Hatfield and the ice-cold violin tingle achieved in her sinister-sounding mini-solo of the march theme. Even with such a divertissement of a symphony, Shostakovich still managed to create that hypnotic feel (which you find in the ‘Leningrad’ or in the 11th) in his slow movement — before the unsettling, quixotic torrents of the work reach their exciting finale. 

At Aberystwyth, the orchestra fielded c. 60 players, just right for the dimensions of the Arts Centre, and an audience of some 300. In this era of cuts to arts funding (even within the BBC) it is vital to maintain visits and tours to places which are a little off the usual orchestral beaten track. Perhaps the orchestra might consider going even further afield – deploying a detachment of string players to the Theatr Mwldan, Cardigan, for example – or chamber groups drawn from the various sections, to visit churches or village halls, or best of all, schools, in which classical music is desperately needed but often utterly absent.

Such considerations aside, the Aberystwyth concert was a good night for orchestra and audience, alike. Concertgoers in Wales are truly fortunate to have these inheritors of Irwin Hoffman’s BBC Welsh Orchestra.

Sunny side up

Gottfried Leibniz

The Bright Side

Why Optimists Have the Power to Change the World

Sumit Paul-Choudhury, Canongate, 2024, hb., 288pps., £17

My Mum is approaching her hundredth birthday. She will often fix me with a stare and say “Richard, what’s going wrong with the world” or “Why are there so many bad people?” She has a very positive approach to life but sometimes can be pulled up sharp by another news headline. It is a situation reflected on in some detail by Sumit Paul-Choudhury in his new book, The Bright Side – Why Optimists Have the Power to Change the World. As a cover quote outlines, the book “transforms optimism from a soft-hearted notion into a hard-headed advantage.”

In an early chapter there is a test to assess one’s own level of optimism or pessimism. My results were off the scale. It appears I am utterly and hopelessly optimistic. My wife scored much lower, a rooted realism very evident. You can see what 40 years of being married to me has done for her!

Sumit Paul-Choudhury starts with philosophy. Gottfried Leibniz was always a sunny side up chap. He recognised that evil was always present in the world, but we could and should do something about it to create the best of all possible worlds.

Arthur Schopenhauer

Arthur Schopenhauer, on the other hand, was Mr. Gloomster and carried a grey cloud wherever he went. Things, he considered, could never get better, only worse. We can take lessons from both these grand thinkers. When my wife was finally diagnosed with a serious problem with one of her kidneys, I was the one who collapsed in tears. I had assumed that ultimately all would be well. She had decided that something was wrong and had worked her way through the consequences. She was prepared, and I was not. The author underlines the sheer agony he went through when his wife died of breast cancer. He assumed all would be well and when it wasn’t, his life fell apart.

However, he argues, pessimism may have the advantage of being right in many cases, but it does not engender the capacity to change things for the better. Voltaire lampooned Leibniz and his fellow sunny side up thinkers in his novel Candide. Dr Pangloss was probably Leibniz even though written 20 years after the philosopher’s death. “The best of all possible worlds” is now termed Panglossian. But Voltaire dismantled the Leibniz viewpoint without putting any sort of alternative in its place. Paul-Choudhury (a former editor of the New Scientist) presents the case for realistic optimism. We assess the difficulties, deal with the setbacks, but go ahead with initiatives to change both our own world and what we find all round us.

In the author’s view: “Optimism in the face of the unknown future, willingness to accept and confront uncertainty: that’s true moral courage, not the passivity of ‘realism’…We are born optimistic. Some of us stay that way. If we get lost, we should try to make our way back.”

This is a thoroughly absorbing book, prompting the reader to reflect on his or her outlook continually. My Mum, despite her gloomy questions, maintains a sunny disposition and a positive outlook, perhaps going some way towards explaining how and why she confidently expects to hit the 100 mark in November.

A great piling up of colossal ideas – the Eroica

Beethoven’s mask by Lucien Levy Dhurmer (1906)

There was a time when I never thought of visiting YouTube, believing it to be full of cat videos uploaded by doting owners. Later I discovered my error – it was, in fact, full of a wide range of pointless videos. Then I came to discover that there are many worthwhile grains to be found among the chaff and Eroica is surely one of them. I think myself exceptionally fortunate to have accidentally discovered this British film, and this is my justification for reviewing something made over two decades ago, in 2003.

Eroica is a dramatisation of the first, private premiere of Beethoven’s third symphony, the ‘Eroica’ or heroic symphony. The film’s most remarkable feature was the brave decision that saw the full symphony – all 49 minutes of it, plus a little bit of Mozart – incorporated into a film that is only 83 minutes long. This might seem to leave little time for any drama as well: surely the drama – the main plot and an amorous sub-plot – must cease when the music commences? That this is not the case is due to the excellent screenwriting of Nick Dear, the intelligent direction of Simon Cellan Jones, and the emotional sensitivities displayed by the cast. And, of course, the very fine playing by the Orchestre Révolutionnaire et Romantique, conducted by Beethoven in the film, and by John Eliot Gardiner ‘behind the scenes.’ As a result, music and drama become inseparably fused throughout the film.

It might be best to sketch briefly some of the known facts relating to the private premiere of Beethoven’s third symphony. As we shall see, it should perhaps be called the first rehearsal, rather than the first performance.

Eighteenth century view of the Palais Lobkowitz in Vienna

It was held in June 1804, in the Vienna palace of the Bohemian nobleman Prince Joseph Franz von Lobkowitz, one of Beethoven’s principal patrons. It took place in a small hall – still known as the Eroica Hall – usually reserved for chamber music, but which could accommodate over two dozen musicians and guests. Lobkowitz was born with a deformed hip, and needed to use a crutch all his life. As a young man he inherited a fortune in money and estates and was known for his lively disposition and warm-heartedness. He was also renowned for his extreme passion for music, employing his own orchestra and chorus – a passion that was ultimately financially ruinous to him. As Count Razumovsky, a Russian nobleman and ambassador in Vienna, later noted: This Prince was as kindhearted as a child and the most foolish music enthusiast. He played music from dawn to dusk and spent a fortune on musicians.”

A cynic might say Lobkowitz squandered his fortunes on music; I prefer to think that he sacrificed his fortunes to music. Certainly it was he, and a small number of other patrons, who gave Beethoven the financial security to devote himself to composition.

Rehearsals were unusual for symphonies at that time. Professional musicians were expected to give a competent performance by sight-reading the score – even at a premiere. The ‘Eroica’ was different however: almost twice the length of a conventional symphony, the complexity of the score and Beethoven’s perfectionist attitudes rendered rehearsal imperative. The – thankfully private – premiere rehearsal/performance did not go well. With Beethoven himself conducting, errors crept into the playing.

However, one of the most famous incidents came when Ferdinand Ries, pupil and friend of Beethoven, interrupted the playing when he incorrectly thought the horns had come in too early. As Ries recalled: “’That dammed hornist,’ I said. ‘Can’t he count. It sounds frightfully wrong. I nearly got my ears boxed and Beethoven did not forgive me for a long time.’”

Joseph Haydn, revered as the Grand Old Man of music in the early 1800s, arrived at the palace in time to hear the final movement of the symphony, and to make a number of prophetic comments about it.

The public premiere did not take place until April 1805. We may be certain that the orchestra was properly rehearsed this time, but the length, scope and sheer power of the piece, especially the first movement, was too much for some. One member of the audience was infamously heard to cry out: “I’ll give another kreuzer [a copper coin] if the thing will only stop!” There was muted applause at the end.

So much for history; what of the drama? It is a sad fact of life that film and TV dramatisations have rarely more than a nodding acquaintance with historical reality. All too often dramatists, whether through ignorance, an ‘agenda,’ or a desire to ‘jazz things up,’ see no reason to let reality get in the way of a good drama. A bit like newspaper editors never letting the facts get in the way of a good story! Thankfully there are few such blemishes here, and when they occur they can be excused on the grounds of dramatic licence. A few examples should however be mentioned.

Wenzel Sukowaty, Beethoven’s copyist, rushes in shortly before the performance is due to start to give out the sheet music to the orchestra. Cue much baffled incomprehension from the players – “The fingering. Have you seen bar 34?” and indeed, “Bloody hell.” The copyist quietly explains to Prince Lobkowitz, “The piece is a monster… It may not be music at all.”There are a few false starts when Beethoven commences conducting, and he has to explain that the orchestra are to play ‘sforzando,’ attacking each note, for maximum intensity. The sad plea “Can’t we play a bit slower?” is answered with a resolute no. However, from then on the orchestra sight-reads, at first time of asking, a piece that is exceptionally long, complex and not like anything they have played before, without error.

This is surely not what happened in real life, but – and this is a huge but – it means we get to hear the Eroica as Beethoven wished it to be heard, played on historically authentic instruments by a first-rate orchestra, under a leading conductor, fully in sympathy with the music. If dramatic licence is not forgivable here, then when is it?

More examples of such licence may be given. The long-suffering Ries does indeed interrupt the playing, leading to a volcanic eruption of rage from Beethoven, but did he really cry out, “Piss off!” to his hapless apprentice, in front of Prince Lobkowitz and his assembled guests, many of them ladies? No doubt Nick Dear, the writer, felt it necessary to ‘update’ the language for 21st century ears. One can only say, O tempora, O mores…

Finally, towards the end there is a ‘flash-forward’ scene when Beethoven and Ries visit a tavern after the performance. Ries there discovers from a friend that Napoleon has declared himself Emperor. He nervously informs Beethoven of this, knowing that Beethoven was a great admirer of Napoleon, regarding him as an embodiment of republican virtues. Beethoven, in a towering rage, rips out Napoleon’s name from the dedication to him on the front page of the manuscript score. Historical accounts vary slightly but it would seem Beethoven did hear of Napoleon’s declaration from Ries, and he did destroy the dedication to Napoleon, but probably not immediately after the premiere performance. This is, of course, why the third symphony is called the Eroica symphony, and not the ‘Buonaparte’ symphony as originally planned. A little dramatic licence is surely excusable here.

These minor quibbles aside, what are the most noticeable virtues of Eroica? Apart, of course, from the exquisite playing by the orchestra. First and foremost Eroica is superb in its exploration of the relationship between music and society as a whole: specifically, in this case, the musical revolution that Beethoven is about to unleash against the backdrop of the social and political changes after the French Revolution, and symbolised by Napoleon Buonaparte.

This is, for the most part, done with much subtlety. For example. the film opens with the lead violinist of Prince Lobkowitz’s orchestra playing a piece by Mozart, before the guests have arrived and the new symphony is to be first aired. It is very beautiful piece, calm and serene, but it is not in any way threatening – it will never, as it were, be the backing track to a revolution. Playing it serves as a counterpoint to what will come. No wonder Beethoven laughs on hearing this music on his arrival – he knows just how much of a shock his music will be.

There is much debate about music and its place in society. The opposition to Beethoven, and all he stands for, comes from Count Dietrichstein, a nobleman friend of Prince Lowkowitz. He is very much a supporter of ancien régimes – if you don’t have a title your views scarcely count. Wisely he has not been presented here as an ignorant buffoon. Rather he is an intelligent man but with fixed ideas – fixed about the nature of society and fixed about what music is. Since the feelings and opinions of the ‘lower orders’ count for little he condemns, to Beethoven’s face, the first movement as “Violent, needlessly violent” and “a tasteless intermarriage of the diatonic and chromatic.”

Dietrichstein is however honest: as the symphony progresses, he is clearly emotionally affected. Nonetheless he explains to Beethoven,

That wasn’t bad. It’s not a symphony though… The symphony has a structure. This is a formless mass. A mere arrangement of noise. A great piling up of colossal ideas. It’s very moving. In parts it has elements of the sublime. But it is also full of discord… But it is not what we call a symphony.

Mozart can be enjoyed by Count Dietrichstein – it does not threaten his musical tastes or the social order he inhabits. He simply does not understand the Eroica – and we are all unsettled by that which we do not understand. But he does understand that this is new music, which challenges the established musical order, and he worries that he does not know what the broader impact on society might be.

Beethoven is in more congenial company among the lower orders: he joins the members of the orchestra as they enjoy a mid-symphony lunch break. They discuss Napoleon: is he a threat or a liberator? Should he be resisted if he leads an army to Vienna? And will the existing social order continue?

Prince Lobkowitz has long believed that music is not just for the nobility. He is keen to have his servants enlightened and educated by exposure to high culture, thus the sound of Eroica has echoed throughout his palace. Downstairs in the servants’ quarters, an inexperienced footman is discussing it with Gerhardt, a senior servant, evidently one who has received a significant musical education through his years with the Prince:

“What do you reckon to the band, then?”

“They’ve taken the symphony to new heights.”

“Christ, have they?”

Thus the first wholly-unequivocal praise given to Eroica in the drama comes from a servant. Should we be surprised? Probably not.

There is a brief romantic sub-plot, centering on Beethoven’s unsuccessful proposal of marriage to the Countess Josephine von Deym, but most of the film relentlessly focuses on the symphony and reactions to it. Much of the film consists of shots, often quite long shots, of people listening to the music and their reactions, intercut with the sight of the orchestra playing. This depiction of the listening process is surely one of the keys to the film’s success. The facial expressions of members of the audience, variously showing delight, distaste, excitement and incomprehension carry the plot forward without the need for dialogue. There is also the aesthetic benefit that one can enjoy the music without people talking over it. This was quite a risky directorial decision: the slightest trace of ‘ham’ overacting could have left the film liable to ridicule. Thankfully what we got was acting at its best, from the actor playing Beethoven, through to those portraying the assembled nobility and down to the kitchen staff. Every part was played excellently. It would be invidious to single out any of the actors for especial praise – but I fear this is what I must do. Three of the finest British actors demand special praise.

First, Ian Hart as Beethoven. His face is alert, alive, the face of a man who cannot but show all his emotions. From towering rage, to marital disappointment, to sublime joy as he hears his creation come to life, Hart is excellent. As the last of the symphony ends, Hart is left in total silence – a grim foreshadowing of Beethoven’s forthcoming deafness.

Secondly, Tim Pigott-Smith as Count Dietrichstein. His haughty dialogue with Beethoven – always on the verge of verbal fisticuffs – is good, but the unspoken scenes, when he is listening to the symphony, clearly not wanting to like it, yet becoming emotionally affected by it, are sublime. A lesser actor could easily have ruined these scenes.

Finally, Frank Finlay, in a cameo role as a frail, elderly Joseph Haydn, the only man that Beethoven calls ‘Master.’ Arriving late to hear the finale of the symphony his words are a fitting conclusion to this review:

He’s done something no other composer has attempted. He’s placed himself at the centre of his work. He gives us a glimpse into his soul. I expect that’s why it’s so noisy. But it is quite, quite new – the artist as hero. Quite new. Everything is different from today.

Eroica, directed by Simon Cellan Jones, screenplay by Nick Dear. Music by the Orchestre Révolutionnaire et Romantique, conducted by John Eliot Gardiner. Run time: 1 hour 23 minutes

This review first appeared in the St Austin Review (StAR) – St. Austin Review – StAR | Reclaiming Culture – and is reproduced with permission

Fishing with compliments

“We’ve never done this before”, exclaimed Hannah Gibbons, general manger of the Fish On the Green restaurant in Bearsted, Kent. Well, judging by the smart green aprons of the staff and the delightful welcome glass of sparkling Gusbourne, the event had been meticulously rehearsed and was about to begin.  Ahead of us, a multiple course tasting menu to celebrate New Year’s Eve. And an early start at 6pm so we could be home to watch the fireworks from London and elsewhere. There is a wonderful sense of expectation as we await the culinary overture – smoked Applewood beignet, petit ratatouille, Parmesan crisp and basil oil. The restaurant is close to capacity as a parade of plates emerges from the kitchen.

A tasting menu really does take out the jeopardy of menu selection and that primeval desire to have what your neighbour is having. Small parcels and exquisite tastes. Our culinary journey has begun. This is followed by Seared Scottish scallops, squid ink linguine, crispy Maldon oyster with Gusbourne butter sauce. My wife is in seventh heaven. The scallops melt and infuse the mouth. We consume in comfortable silence making appreciative noises. Language unnecessary. We sip and savour.

Can that be topped? Well, no question when lobster thermidor is unleashed. Would it be wrong to pick up the lobster shell and slurp? Yes, it would but the temptation remains. More bottles are being ordered and the chatter is louder, animated, engaging.

Tasting senses in overdrive, we are pacified by Gusbourne sorbet, poached strawberries and sumptuous lime meringue. I make a mental note to try poaching strawberries sometime. We are being set up for a blunderbuss finale and out comes dishes of dark chocolate delice, hazelnut brittle, salted caramel ice cream with chocolate tuile. It’s rich and enveloping. All noises cease as we feed. A bit too rich for Mrs. Dove but I am in a chocolate-induced trance. And there is still to come coffee and homemade truffles. I reflect on the planning, the industry, the skills, the organisation to carry off an evening like this. I pass the kitchen door, the chefs are smiling, they have every right to. Time for you to sample some Fish On the Green piscatorial magic. 

Fish On The Green, seafood restaurant in Bearsted

“The dawn’s early light” – American classical for today

October in the Catskills, Sanford Robinson Gifford, 1880

Kenneth Fuchs is Professor of Music Composition at the University of Connecticut. Born in 1956, Fuchs belongs to a generation of modern composers who, whilst creating a sound-world clearly of our time, have partially turned their backs on earlier avant-garde trends, in favour of symphonic music that is optimistic, open, communicative, cohesive and completely accessible to a wide audience — an important consideration in these times of dwindling arts funding and an audience that is not getting any younger. 

Inspired by a painting by his compatriot, Morris Louis — and entitled Point of Tranquility — Fuchs’s work of the same name is a mind-clearing, subtly dazzling eleven-minute tone-poem of sudden, shimmering sunlight. There is a sense of a sea dancing beneath silvery horizons, of new pages turning in life — or even a return to old haunts, refreshed and renewed after a long period of absence. A masterly deployment of orchestral colour, the Buffalo Philharmonic and their conductor, JoAnn Falletta, set us on course for an album that gives us a further three revelatory scores.

Next comes Russell Platt’s Symphony in Three Movements, inspired again by an artist — this time, Clyfford Still (1904-80), creator of what has been described as “dramatically jagged colour fields” and “abstract expressionism.” This work is the most modern item on the CD, with an outdoor, breath-of-fresh-air tonality sharing the orchestral platform with more dissonant forms, and showing in that exciting brew the tremendous virtuosity and flexibility of the Buffalo orchestra, which emerges here as a top-flight US ensemble. (Why haven’t they been invited to the Proms? Why do we never hear them on BBC Radio 3?)

However — for me — the most intoxicating work on the recording is the Oboe Concerto by Randall Svane (born 1955, although the CD notes list his birth-date as 1972). As a lover of Vaughan Williams’s 1944 Oboe Concerto, I was anxious to hear Randall’s piece — a classic example of new Americana. A composer of church music and late-Romantic symphonic works, with distant echoes of Roy Harris, Samuel Barber or the melodious Howard Hanson, the new concerto begins in a pastoral dream: a long, languid span — a haze — of bittersweet reflection; similar in pace to the opening of Walton’s Viola Concerto. The oboe soloist (in this case the Buffalo Philharmonic’s principal, Henry Ward) clearly believes in the work with all his heart, and hearing this gently-questing, passionate piece makes you believe that a new Vaughan Williams is at work in the world. The three movements are entitled: ‘Flowing,’ ‘Very slow,’ and ‘Quick and light.’ Notice the simple titles, no arcane or technical musical notation, just names that provide an easy guide for listeners, particularly newcomers to classical music.

The album concludes with Chinese-American composer, Wang Jie’s orchestral tour de force, The Winter that United Us — a brilliant Stravinsky-like orchestral showpiece, culminating in a broad, noble, hopeful finale; showing the listener that music can help us to overcome the shadows that pass over our world — in this instance, the Covid pandemic and the suffering and anxiety that forced all of humanity to face up to a common crisis.

Recorded at the Kleinhans Music Hall and superbly recorded by sound-engineer, Bernd Gottinger, I have no hesitation in recommending this collection.

CD details: Contemporary Landscapes, Beau Fleuve Records, 605996-998593. bpo.org

Shining brass

Photo: Richard Dove

A Saturday morning concert always puts a spring in my step, particularly when the sun is shining and the venue is the ancient barn at Pilsdon in West Malling. This is the second day of the ever ambitious annual Music@Malling festival. Cups of coffee and tea and custard creams are being consumed as we listen to the fast-rising young quintet Connaught Brass tune their gleaming instruments. They arrived in the early hours after a trek across the country following a concert in Wales. Despite this they look fresh-faced and eager.

They stand in a semi-circle – tuba, horn, trombone and two trumpets. Elliot Carter’s arrangement of Purcell’s Fantasia on One Note sets the tone for a wonderfully varied repertoire. It is explained that Carter thought the one note was underdone and so this 20th century composer put his own slant on this Baroque piece. Indeed, we bounce between Baroque and the 20th century throughout the programme.

The interplay is stunning as the trumpeters take the lead and the tuba takes the pulse of the piece. After a resonant Vivaldi Concerto in F Major we move to unmistakable Leonard Bernstein and one of his final compositions, Dance Suite. These are brass vignettes with a quirky, bouncing, exuberant character which match the zest and energy of the ensemble.

Then, a surprise; the musicians move to all four corners of the barn to replicate Giovanni Gabrielli’s surround sound textures in St Mark’s, Venice. I stare at the high timbered ceiling as the sound merges and seemingly floats. This is virtuosity with imagination and a dash of daring.

We are transported from Venice to New York with Gershwin’s Three Preludes – a slice of Manhattan in West Malling. With their jazz traditions it is evident that Gershwin and Bernstein relish the sounds of brass and exploit the range of the instruments to the upmost. The mood changes with Dowland’s Flow My Tears, and this glorious melancholy embraces the Barn. How could such a varied programme be concluded? Well, the Connaughts deliver a magnificent finale with trombonist Will Foster’s arrangement of Kurt Weill’s Threepennny Opera. It has spoken interjections, piccolo trumpet, flugelhorn, multiple muted sounds (muting a tuba involves a very elaborate contraption) and even a pause for a custard cream as one trumpeter soloist seemingly gives up the struggle and wanders to the back of the barn. They first performed the piece at the Lucerne Festival where the guiding theme was “Crazy.”

The sheer verve of the playing just makes one smile with wonder and astonishment. It is evident why this chamber group won first prize in the inaugural Philip Jones International Brass Ensemble Competition. After a Gershwin encore they stride purposefully out of the barn as the applause resonates. We have all witnessed something very special and it’s not even lunchtime.  As we head out, the musicians are all sitting around a picnic table chatting. Friendship and virtuosity is a winning formula. Do keep a watch out for Connaught Brass.

Sounds of sovereigns

Coronation Banquet of George IV

Royal Throne of Kings

Ralph Vaughan Williams, Albion Records, ALBCD062 

Since the days of Purcell and Handel, English composers have often excelled at royal music, or more accurately, marches and anthems for great regal occasions. Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958) did not quite fit into this tradition, with Elgar, Bliss and Walton largely assuming that role during his lifetime. He used to say he would never write such music. He nevertheless famously composed for Elizabeth ll’s coronation (‘O Taste and See,’ a setting of Psalm 34, and ‘All People That On Earth Do Dwell,’ based on Psalm 100) although in a way that stressed the link between monarch and people – which is characteristic of his complex character and work, bridging ancient and modern, mystical and democratic.

Vaughan Williams also wrote for monarchs less directly, in his many incidental orchestral and vocal pieces for (or inspired by) Shakespeare’s history plays – dramas laying bare the trials and tribulations of the kings of old, the dark moments of their reigns as well as the moments of jubilation. Ironically enough, on the strength of this latest CD release from Albion Records, it could be argued that Vaughan Williams was in fact the most prolific servant of the Royal remit of any English composer, commemorating England’s battles, bloodshed, dynastic struggles, civil wars and crownings of Kings across the entire span of the country’s life as a monarchy.

Shakespeare being the inspiration, the disc offers us such gems as the 1913 Stratford Suite, in which ‘Greensleeves’ and several other famous tunes from Tudor antiquity make an appearance. Throughout the 72 minutes of music carefully curated and conducted by Vaughan Williams expert, Dr. James Ross, the listener will recognise folk-tunes which appear in other guises, such as Henry lV’s ‘Princess Royal’ — also heard in the quick-march opening to the composer’s jaunty ‘Sea Songs,’ ‘Halfe Hannikin’ (found in Sir John in Love and Fat Knight), Dowland’s ‘Pavane Lachrymae’ which was used by Sir Granville Bantock in Old English Dances, and finally, the noble plainsong melody which makes an appearance in the semi-final movement of Tippett’s Suite for the Birthday of Prince Charles, and in the Allan Gray film score for the classic Powell and Pressburger film, A Canterbury Tale — the uplifting ‘Angelus ad Virginem.’

However, what makes this recording such an exciting find, the production such a success — so atmospheric and authentic, throughout — is the use of a smaller orchestra, in this instance the poised, elegant, silvery strings (listen out for the latter quality in Track 18) of the often-overlooked Kent Sinfonia. Recorded in Kent churches (Wye and Hythe) James Ross’s players bring an atmosphere of the theatre to the proceedings, but sacrifice nothing in the expansive and spine-tingling moments in Richard ll, or in Henry V’s appointment with destiny in the “vasty fields of France” (the seven-minute long ‘Henry V Overture’).

The recording has plenty of ‘air’ around it, so the dry acoustic of studios and modern concert-halls is, mercifully, avoided. A Tudorish brass sound, spot-on woodwind and martial side-drums ring out from the spaces of the mediaeval churches (so often the best recording venues), whilst the choral contribution of the Albion Singers in Henry lV – especially the rich baritones – suggests a larger number of singers than were actually present at the making of the record. Guildhall-trained soprano, Eloise Irving, also brings her magic to solo songs, such as in the famous melancholy setting from Othello, ‘Sing willow, willow willow.’ 

With informative programme notes, excellent photography and artwork from the Ralph Vaughan Williams Society’s John Francis, the CD is complete joy from start to finish: my ‘album of the year.’

CD details: Vaughan Williams, Royal Throne of Kings, Albion Records, ALBCD062 

Mark Elder – statesman of music

The pause was exquisite. The silence seemed to embrace the sold-out Royal Albert Hall. The conductor was momentarily lost in a sound world of his own. He sighed and slowly exhaled. And then the eruption of applause broke the reverie.

This was Sir Mark Elder’s last performance with the Hallé Orchestra: Mahler’s Fifth Symphony. I watched as he smiled and joyously relaxed, gesturing to the orchestra. In his valedictory speech, he reminded us that he had been leading the Hallé for 25 years from its base in Manchester. “Some of you may not know where Manchester is. Well, you get the train to Crewe and keep going.”

Sir Mark Elder is now 77 and whilst stepping down as Music Director, he will still be conducting around the world.

He introduced me to opera. I read an interview with him and David Poultney on their plans for the ENO in 1979. They wanted to create a stir and bring opera to new audiences. I gave it a go, and have been giving it as go ever since.

The triumph and tragedy, exasperation and exuberance of Mahler’s Fifth seemed an entirely appropriate swan-song; an unconventional composer and an unconventional conductor. Elder liked to do things differently and was not afraid to speak out. He abandoned evening dress for the Hallé and called into question the latent jingoism of the Last Night of the Proms at the time of the Gulf War. He lost the conducting gig as a result. He was a very talented bassoonist and keyboard player who found his métier in leading and conducting. He is a fervent advocate of music in schools and reminded us in his finale speech of the importance of music in the cultural life of this country and, indeed, our own lives. He also urged us to protect and nurture the Proms Festival and not to take its continued existence for granted. It was absolutely appropriate that someone who has never been afraid to speak out and challenge orthodoxy should issue not bland platitudes about his career (“Let’s not get too sentimental”) but warn us to be on our guard and ensure that “this unique festival of music” has a future.

Sir Mark should have the last word:

I’ve tried to make the Hallé so much a part of the fabric of the city that even people who don’t appreciate the music we produce at least recognise that Manchester would be a poorer place if the Hallé did not exist. We need different sorts of music. If you can show a five years-old child a concert orchestra, they may not need that music until they are 45, but they try that and remember these people who came to school. Music is a spiritual food. We need it as much as we need fresh air and companionship, a social life or sports. Music is something to share with others. It has to have an open door.

Happy retirement.

From the Cape to Cairo by keyboard

Olatunji Akin Euba (1935 – 2020), founder of African pianism

I still remember when I first heard the unusual rhythms and bell-like tones of the Ethiopian pianist and composer Emahoy Tsegue-Maryam Guebrou.  The smell of burnt toast brought me out of a musical reverie.  I could hear the patterns of African percussion in her playing even though I had no clue as to whom I was listening to.  Emahoy was a reclusive nun who rarely gave performances.  She died last year, prompting a reissuing of her sparse recordings.

She remained my main introduction to piano composition in Africa until the arrival of a new CD – African Pianism by Rebeca Omordia – where the work of seven contemporary African composers are featured, as well Chicago-born Florence Price who was the first black female composer to have a symphony premiered in that city in 1933.

There is much to enjoy, from the Arabic timbres of Algerian composer Salim Dada and Morocco’s Nabil Benabdeljalil to the polyrhythms of Soweto-born Mokale Koapeng, who explains that in his Prelude in D he “infuses the dance elements I grew up listening to and witnessing in various townships.” 

South Africa’s Grant McLachlan composed his Sonatina for Double Bass and Piano in 2016 and the third movement, Senzeni Na? (‘What have we done?’) remains hugely popular across the country. He says, “It is a recreation for piano of an anti-apartheid protest song often sung at funerals and demonstrations…inextricably linked to the struggle for freedom and democracy.”  The piece is slow and gentle, but with a quiet rage; it is easy to imagine it being played at sombre funerals.

In contrast, Fela Sowande’s Two Preludes on Yoruba Sacred Folk Melodies is a joyful, original and, as the excellent accompanying sleeve notes by Robert Matthew-Walker reveal, “a profoundly African print with a descending quasi-scalic theme in which seconds and thirds unfurl as leaves of a flowering plant.”

Akin Euba, who died in 2020 was regarded as the most distinguished Nigerian composer, musicologist and pianist of his generation.  He was the originator of “African Pianism” which he described as a style of composition aiming to join the inherent musical syntax of Nigerian Yoruba music to the European keyboard with connotations of fundamental harmony.   Euba was a siren voice for interculturalism in composition, pointing out the similarities between the piano as a Western instrument and several Nigerian traditional instruments. Wakar Duru is Euba’s arrangement of three of Nigeria’s most popular Yoruba songs. One can imagine the piece being played in a concert hall or in a rural village church with feet tapping or bodies swaying depending on location.

This recording is volume 2 of Rebeca Omordia’s exploration of the rich diversity of African piano compositions on the innovative Somm Recordings label.  It is a constantly surprising feast of sounds, moods and emotions. Born in Romania to a Romanian mother and Nigerian father, she is hailed as an African classical music pioneer and is the artistic director of the world’s first ever African Concert Series at the Wigmore Hall in London. This is a perfect starting point for intercultural musical exploration, east, west and all points north and south. 

African Pianism Vol. 2 by Rebeca Omordia.  Somm Recordings.  SOMMCD 0688