Sunday, December 19, 2010

Sunday Classics "loose ends": From Russia with love -- music by Rachmaninoff and Stravinsky

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Richter plays Rachmaninoff's "Polichinelle" (the French version of the commedia dell'arte character Pulcinella) in Moscow, January 1982.

by Ken

Once again, the deal this week is recordings that might have found their way into previous posts if they hadn't for one reason or another been unavailable at the time. Friday night we heard my first and still favorite recording of the Telemann G major Viola Concerto, which I thought had disappeared permanently, and last night we heard a recording of Mozart's Essultate, jubilate that had gone missing at the time I did my post in that infectiously joyous motet. Tonight we wallow in the riches of Russian Romanticism.


RICHTER PLAYS RACHMANINOFF

Back when we listened to Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto, I was doubly flummoxed.

First, I would have liked to offer the first recording I owned of the piece, the one the great Russian pianist Sviatoslav Richter (195-1997) made in Warsaw in 1959 for DG, which I still love, and I knew I even had it on CD, but coupled with Richter's 1963 DG Tchaikovsky First Piano Concerto with Herbert von Karajan and the Vienna Symphony. But that's another of those impossible-to-file CDs. I consider the two concertos of equal importance, and so have no obvious way to choose between filing it under "Rachmaninoff" or "Tchaikovsky" -- or perhaps in the pianist section under "Richter"? Or could it have been lying somewhere in an impromptu "waiting to figure out where the hell to file it" holding pen?

I still haven't solved that problem, but the CD has turned up. (Whew! I was sure that when I went to look for it again, I wouldn't be able to find it again. So here's the Rachmaninoff concerto:

RACHMANINOFF: Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor, Op. 18
i. Moderato; Allegro
ii. Adagio sostenuto
iii. Allegro scherzando

Sviatoslav Richter, piano; Warsaw National Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra, Stanislaw Wislocki, cond. DG, recorded 1959


STILL TO COME: RICHTER PLAYS RACHMANINOFF PRELUDES,
PLUS ANOTHER COMPOSITE FIREBIRD. JUST CLICK HERE!




Valery Gergiev conducts the Vienna Philharmonic in the sequence from Stravinsky's Firebird of the "Dance of Kashchei's retinue under the Firebird's magic spell," the "Infernal Dance," and the "Berceuse of the Firebird" at the 2000 Salzburg Festival. (The performances continues -- and concludes -- in the click-through.)
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Sunday, December 05, 2010

Sunday Classics: In "The Firebird," Stravinsky's genius exploded on the international stage

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The composer conducts the New Philharmonia Orchestra in the final eight minutes or so, the "Berceuse" and "Final Hymn," from his Firebird (in the form of his 1945 suite), in London's Royal Festival Hall in 1965.

"Mark the young composer well. He is a man on the brink of celebrity."
-- Sergei Diaghilev, legendary impresario of the Ballets
Russes, during June 1910 rehearsals for The Firebird

by Ken

You can read the history books to learn how young Igor Stravinsky came to be commissioned to compose The Firebird. The result certainly bore out the prediction of Diaghilev, who went on to commission two more ballets from the young composer: Petrushka and The Rite of Spring. And in the process the history of 20th-century music was changed.

Musically and temperamentally The Firebird undoubtedly looks backward as much as forward, steeped as it is in the passionate Russian Romanticism of Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov. And so it's not always considered entirely reputable by ardent Stravinskyites. I love the piece unabashedly and unapologetically, though, and hope I've whetted your appetite for it with our previews: Friday night's, focusing on how the ballet starts (with Fireworks thrown in as a bonus), and last night's focusing on how it ends (with the Scherzo à la russe as a bonus).

Today we're just going to plunge into the thing, using as a rather sneaky point of entry the various paths Stravinsky himself laid out for audiences: in addition to the complete ballet, which he didn't think really suitable for concert purposes, the second and third of the three suites he arranged from it.

I'm not a dance person, and really don't think of Stravinsky's ballets in dance terms. But I thought it might be interesting to start out with a reminder that this music was after all written to be danced to.


The opening of The Firebird, with Nina Ananiashvili as the Firebird and Andris Liepa as Ivan Tsarevich, from a film performance by Liepa's dance troupe with the Bolshoi Theater Orchestra conducted by Andrei Chistiakov, which is available on DVD and complete-in-chunks on YouTube. On the other side of the click-through we're going to see the other end of the ballet.


COMING UP: MORE DANCING, AND THE 1911 AND THE LONGER
1919 SUITES, PLUS THE WHOLE SHEBANG -- JUST CLICK HERE


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Saturday, December 04, 2010

Sunday Classics preview: In which we hear "The Firebird" come to its rousing close

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Michael Tilson Thomas and the San Francisco Symphony play the "Infernal Dance" and "Berceuse" ("Lullaby," or "Cradle Song") from Stravinsky's Firebird.

by Ken

For our Stravinsky tidbit tonight, we have the utterly joyful little Scherzo à la russe, or Scherzo Russian-style, which sounds like it might date from the period of Fireworks (1908), which we heard in last night's preview, and The Firebird (1910), of which we heard some lovely chunks last night, but in fact was composed a good deal later, in 1944 -- and originally for jazz orchestra, specifically that of Paul Whiteman, who doesn't seem to have had much use for it, for reasons that may not be all that mysterious listening to it. The following year the composer produced the full-orchestra version we know.

The publisher, Boosey & Hawkes, provides this description: "An aborted film score, for a wartime story with a Russian setting, resulted in this Russian-sounding scherzo." Here's a student orchestra treading carefully through it:


Travis Jürgens conducts the University of Illinois Symphony Orchestra in Stravinsky's Scherzo à la russe, December 2008.


TO HEAR THE COMPOSER'S OWN SCHERZO À LA RUSSE
AS WELL AS TONIGHT'S FIREBIRD MUSIC, CLICK HERE


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Friday, December 03, 2010

Sunday Classics preview: In which we ease our way into Stravinsky's "Firebird"

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Pierre Boulez conducts Stravinsky's Fireworks, composed two years before The Firebird.

by Ken

I don't remember what exactly got me to thinking about the first of the three great ballets Stravinsky composed in the breakthrough years of 1910-13, The Firebird. It was the composer's own 1961 recording of the complete ballet that I targeted, and while I've never stinted in my enthusiasm for those composer-conducted recordings of his "basic" ballets (which for many happy years in the LP era filled a pair of wonderful three-for-the-price-of-two boxes), I still wasn't prepared for how thoroughly I enjoyed hearing the Firebird again. So that's where we're headed Sunday.

We're going to hear a couple of luscious chunks from that recording, but first I think we should hear the composer's own recording of Fireworks.

STRAVINSKY: Fireworks

Columbia Symphony Orchestra, Igor Stravinsky, cond. Columbia/CBS/Sony, recorded in New York, Dec. 17, 1963

Now we're going to here the wonderfully atmospheric opening sequence of The Firebird, and then the soaringly songful "Khovorod (Round Dance) of the Princesses."

STRAVINSKY: The Firebird:
Opening Sequence --
Introduction; Kashchei's Enchanted Garden;
The Firebird enters, pursued by Ivan Tsarevich;
Dance of the Firebird


Khorovod (Round Dance) of the Princesses

Columbia Symphony Orchestra, Igor Stravinsky, cond. Columbia/CBS/Sony, recorded in Hollywood, Jan. 23-25, 1961


IN TOMORROW NIGHT'S PREVIEW --

More Firebird (including one of music's all-time great conclusions) and another Stravinsky miniature bonus, en route to Sunday's post, when it's all Firebird.
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Sunday Classics follow-up: Is Shostakovich overrated?

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This is an interesting test. Here we have the first ten minutes of the third-movement Adagio of Shostakovich's Seventh Symphony (in Leonard Bernstein's second recording,with the Chicago Symphony, the full movement runs an unusually long 19:25), one of the most intensely felt pieces of music I know. It's a tortured elegy I would describe as a witness or memorial to victims everywhere -- victims of war, of privation, of oppression. But you get to decide for yourself what you hear, including whether it's anything for Joe Stalin to smile about.

by Ken

In my recent Sunday Classics "sneak peek" at the music of Benjamin Britten, I repeated my previously stated view that in Stravinsky, Shostakovich, and Britten we have our "last three great composers."

As I wrote originally in connection with Stravinsky:
I really want to talk about Stravinsky one of these days, and I plan to get to it really soon. Awhile back I startled Howie by saying that we've already had the last three great composers we're ever going to have--Stravinsky (1882-1971), Dmitri Shostakovich (1906-1975), and Benjamin Britten (1913-1976), all now long since safely dead and buried. This seems so obvious to me now that I forget how stark it may sound to others. But these are the last composers who seem to me, through the sheer force of their imagination, to have transcended the exhaustion of the musical language they inherited, or could scrounge up or invent.

I wish I saw a way around this, but after all these years of creative scavenging, I simply can't imagine where any aspiring composer is going to find a musical language in which to create music that has the power to stimulate and pleasure us in the way we've come to expect from the great achievements of Western classical music. What these last three great composers did was to take the musical language they inherited, which had been pretty well used up in the first half of the 20th century and, through the sheer force of their individuality, and with it produce additional bodies of top-quality work.

I should probably acknowledge here that bundling Stravinsky with these younger colleagues gives me pause, because the music of his that I love is almost all relatively early, and really didn't stretch much more than a decade beyond the "exhaustion" point if we date it at roughly the gaping cultural divide of World War I. While there's much that I admire, or appreciate, or anyway respect in the later Stravinsky, if we're talking about the period from the end of World War I to the immediate post-World War II period, there are any number of composers who produced more music that I love than he did -- names pop to mind like Bela Bartok and Richard Strauss and Sergei Prokofiev and Alban Berg.

Again this is ground I would really like to come back to, to try to make a more coherent and explicit case. For now I just want to deal with a comment added to Sunday's post by reader Frank Wilhoit concerning one of my "last great composers":

I think we may all have overrated Shostakovich somewhat. Now that we live in a totalitarian environment ourselves, his reaction to totalitarianism no longer seems as noble as it once did, but subjective and pitiful. We have now been forced to acknowledge that anything created in a totalitarian environment is axiomatically and absolutely worthless, totally invalidated before it is even conceived.

I began by simply adding a comment-reply, but decided the question of whether Shostakovich is overrated deserved to be pulled out of the comments section -- and this is the one place in the world where I've got the clout to do it.

I kept looking for some indication that this is some sort of ironic statement and not Frank's actual view:

"We have now been forced to acknowledge that anything created in a totalitarian environment is axiomatically and absolutely worthless, totally invalidated before it is even conceived."

Surely there isn't anyone who actually believes this, is there? But my irony detector has come up blank.

"At Babi Yar there is no memorial," begins the Yevtushenko poem that begins Shostakovich's overpowering 13th Symphony (1962), growled by the choral basses in their lower range, punctuated by chimes that in the late Kyril Kondrashin's performances sounded unmistakably like the knell of death. In the course of the time when the Soviet regime was suppressing the piece, this statement became factually untrue; a memorial of sorts was installed. But is the significance of what happened at Babi Yar either remembered or understood? Any more than we will remember what happened at Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo?


The able bass Mikhail Petrenko was a late replacement for this August 2006 Proms performance, in the Royal Albert Hall, of the Shostakovich 13th Symphony by the Mariinsky Theater Chorus and Orchestra under Valery Gergiev. We hear most of the first movement ("Babi Yar"). [Here is an English translation of the Yevtushenko poem.]

For me, Shostakovich's greatness as an artist has nothing to do with some presumed "nobility." It's a product of his availability and sensitivity to the world around him, his insight into the human condition, and the brilliant array of musical resources he brought to bear to transform what he observed and felt into music of ever-increasing resonance. Again, listen to the Adagio of the Seventh Symphony.

The relationship of Soviet citizens to the Soviet regime and the relationship of Soviet artists to both are fascinating and complex subjects, and they are inescapable in the understanding and appreciation of Shostakovich's music. But they don't define or explain that music in any simple way.

For starters, I can't imagine anyone who has lived with the 15 string quartets giving even a second's thought to the notion that Shostakovich is overrated. Under-rated? Perhaps. But overrated? Let's get serious. After Beethoven's quartets, there's nothing remotely comparably in the musical literature. Ironically, these most deeply felt and intimately expressed works may well be the composer's most accessible, because in chamber music he had less need than in more public forms to hide or camouflage his artistic concerns. (We heard another deeply expressive Shostakovich Adagio, that of the Third String Quartet, in the Sunday Classics post on the path from the Borodin Quartet to the Borodin Trio.)

The 15 symphonies are a much more diverse proposition, including as they do so many different kinds of artistic undertakings. Since we've already heard a bit of the Seventh -- a profoundly misunderstood piece, I should warn -- I might direct music lovers to Shostakovich's monumental pair of wartime symphonies, the Seventh and Eighth, which not only are spirit-shaking masterpieces in their own rights but together form a fairly overwhelming super-symphony.

To that we might perhaps add, by way of something completely different, the comparatively minuscule symphony that followed immediately, the irrepressibly impudent Ninth. The Ninth Symphony formed the subject of Leonard Bernstein's Young People's Concert"Humor in Music."


Georg Solti, a surprisingly sympathetic Shostakovich conductor who made a hugely powerful recordingof the gritty Eighth Symphony with the Chicago Symphony, here conducts the jaunty opening movement of the Ninth, with the Bavarian Radio Symphony in 1992.

Marshal Stalin himself is said to have had a personal interest in the Shostakovich Ninth Symphony. He kept a close eye on the composer after Shostakovich's rehabilitation following his first official denunciation by the Stalin regime in 1936. The great leader is said to have been miffed that neither of the monumental wartime symphonies, the Seventh and Eighth, was dedicated to that greatest of Soviet heroes, himself. He was led to believe, we're told, that they would be followed by a comparable mighty work, which would complete a symphonic triptych and be suitable for dedicating to so august a personage. If so, the great man was likely not amused by the actual Ninth Symphony when it was unveiled in November 1945, and he heard what we just heard.

Shostakovich was a pianist, and a whole other side of his personality comes to the fore when he's writing for his instrument. Now in our own living rooms we can not just hear but actually watch the remarkable pianist Tatiana Nikolayevaplay Shostakovich's Op. 87 set of 24 Preludes and Fugues (1950-51), obviously referencing Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier. Here you can hear but not see her play No. 1 in C major. (In this trailer you can see just the Prelude of No. 17 in A flat major.) And when it comes to looking death squarely in the puss, perhaps the only composer who has done so as eloquently as Shostakovich -- I'm thinking particularly of the 14th Symphony (1969) and the 14th and 15th String Quartets (1973 and 1974) -- is Britten, notably in his last opera, Death in Venice (completed in 1973) Third String Quartet (1975, clearly influenced by Shostakovich's final quartets; the two composers had enormous mutual admiration). And I've merely skimmed off a few highlights here, not even mentioning, for example, the two great operas.

Was Shostakovich's world view shaped by the times and society he lived in? Of course. Is that a crucial part of his music? Obviously, and how could there not be interest in hearing a great musical artist's response to all of that? So far it's given me a lifetime's worth of absorption, not to mention the pleasure of a large quantity of beautiful and gripping music.


QUICK HITS: SOME SHOSTAKOVICH CDs (AND DVDs)

For the Shostakovich string quartets, the St. Petersburg Quartet'sboldly reimagined Hyperion cycle is one of the great recorded achievements of the last couple of decades, while the Shostakovich Quartet'smore traditionally conceived but bursting-with-life Melodiya cycle is altogether recommendable. It's a shame that Chandos's well-merited and well-intentioned reissue of the first Borodin Quartetrecordings (before first violinist Rostislav Dubinsky left the quartet and the Soviet Union) of the first 13 quartets doesn't really do justice to the richness and variet of sound of the ensemble as heard on LP, but in their basic commitment these performances remain unsurpasssed.

Rather than get enmeshed in recommendations for the Seventh and Eighth Symphonies, since the pieces do seem to me to have been connected in the composer's mind, let me just suggest the conductor who seems to me to have had the greatest degree of success with both, Neeme Järvi, with the Scottish National Orchestra on Chandos (No. 7and No. 8).And I'm going to suggest Järvi again, this time with the Göteborg Symphony, for the 13th and 14th Symphonies, on the strength of DG's handy two-CD set, which throws in the 15th as well. (I confess, though, that I still don't get the 15th Symphony.)

Leonard Bernstein's affectionate New York Philharmonic recording of the little Ninth Symphony now comes coupledwith a solid performance of what has generally been Shostakovich's most popular symphony and probably most popular work, the Fifth Symphony. You can see as well as hear Lenny's later Ninth, with the Vienna Philharmonic, on a DG DVDcoupled with the Shostakovich Sixth Symphony.

Tatiana Nikolayeva made three audio recordings (that I know of) of the enormous Op. 87 set of 24 Preludes and Fugues for solo piano. But Medici Arts' video recordingseems an obvious recommendation, and a great bargain. (Amazon is selling it for $20, and other merchants offer it for even less.)


SUNDAY CLASSICS POSTS

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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Sunday Classics: A sneak peek into the sound world of Benjamin Britten

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At the heart of Britten's haunting opera Peter Grimes are the four Sea Interludes, orchestrally evoking life in a poor Suffolk-coast fishing village. The first, "Dawn," which joins the Prologue and Act I, is played here by the Boston Symphony in Leonard Bernstein's "Final Concert."

by Ken

Way back when (in August 2007, actually), writing briefly about some music of Igor Stravinsky, I caused a flutter of sorts when I described him as "one of the last three great composers":
I really want to talk about Stravinsky one of these days, and I plan to get to it really soon. Awhile back I startled Howie by saying that we've already had the last three great composers we're ever going to have--Stravinsky (1882-1971), Dmitri Shostakovich (1906-1975), and Benjamin Britten (1913-1976), all now long since safely dead and buried. This seems so obvious to me now that I forget how stark it may sound to others. But these are the last composers who seem to me, through the sheer force of their imagination, to have transcended the exhaustion of the musical language they inherited, or could scrounge up or invent.

The proposition still seems to me so simple and uncontroversial that I wonder at the fuss. What bothers me is my failure to deliver on the implied promise there. Since then we have bumped up against Shostakovich but not said much of what I hoped to say about these three composers. And I'm afraid today we aren't going to do a lot more than bump up against Britten. Still, we have to start somewhere.

One problem is that I still haven't figured out how to get control of musical samples. My position is that there's no point in my blithering on if you can't hear the music, which is the important part. As a matter of fact, I've had a Britten piece on the drawing board for two years now, which was to kick off with the first of the Sea Interludes, "Dawn," from the composer's most-performed opera, Peter Grimes, ideally picking up from the Ellen-Grimes duet at the end of the Prologue and continuing into the awakening-village opening of Act I, and then what is for me the emotional core of Britten's War Requiem.


The War Requiem, written for the dedication of the rebuilt Coventry Cathedral (destroyed by German bombs in 1940) in 1962, interspersed poems by the antiwar poet Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), who died in military action a week before the signing of the armistice that ended World War I (his parents are said to have received notification the day the armistice was announced), with the traditional Latin Requiem text. The excerpt I was aiming for was Britten's setting, as part of the Offertorium of the Requiem, of Owen's "Parable of the Old Man and the Young," a retelling of the story of Abram and Isaac, by the tenor and baritone soloists, that veers off track at the end, culminating in one of the more harrowing images I know -- "the old man" Abram slaying not just his son Isaac but "half the seed of Europe, one by one."

THE PARABLE OF THE OLD MAN AND THE YOUNG

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned, both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake, and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets the trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.


-- Wilfred Owen

Back in 2007 the Britten pickings on YouTube were mighty slender, and I scratched at how to produce my own audio clips, at least, in the process tantalizing Howie with the War Requiem excerpt, for which I couldn't actually find a recording that satisfies me. I'm still not wildly happy with the Bernstein "Final Concert" performance of the "Dawn" Peter Grimes interlude, which seems to me to seriously underplay the whole piece -- and underplaying is something Lenny was rarely accused of. (He had made a better recording of the Grimes interludes with the New York Philharmonic.

Still, the performance is good enough to allow the listener access to the interplay of unexpected tone colors, harmonies, and rhythms with which Britten conjures this musical image of dawn in a fishing village on his beloved Suffolk coast. Like all the Sea Interludes, this is music that's meant to play straight into the imagination, and I've found that even after long acquaintance it becomes more haunting with each hearing.

Strangely, the War Requiem has become one of Britten's more played compositions, and there is now a fair amount of it on YouTube, but I haven't turned up the Offertorium at all, let alone in an acceptable performance. I say it's "strange" that the Requiem is now played so widely, because it has always struck me as one of Britten's less accessible works, except at the most obvious level -- the interplay of the Owen poems and the liturgical text, and their symbolic connection to the occasion for which the piece was written.

(Note to Howie: We'll come back to the War Requiem. I promise. Eventually.)

I have made one happy discovery on YouTube: a lovely performance of Britten's 1942-43 Serenade for Tenor, Horn, and Strings, Op. 31, a setting for this unusual group of performers (inspired by the availability of Britten's life partner, the tenor Peter Pears, and the brilliant young horn player Dennis Brain) of six quite diverse poems, with a Prologue and Epilogue. It's broken into three clips; this middle one encompasses the second, third, and fourth songs, the "Nocturne" (Tennyson's "The Splendor Falls on Castle Walls" from The Princess), "Elegy" (Blake's "The Sick Rose," aka "O Rose, thou art sick," and "Dirge" (the anonymous 15th-century "Lyke-Wake Dirge"):


The "Nocturne," "Elegy," and "Dirge," the second through fourth songs from Britten's Serenade, are performed by tenor John Mark Ainsley, horn soloist Danilo Stagni, and the strings of La Scala's Orchestra filarmonica conducted by Jeffrey Tate. (Part 1 of the Serenade is here; part 3, here.)

Nocturne

The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O, sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying,
Blow, bugles; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river;
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.


-- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Elegy [at 1:23]

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.


-- William Blake


Dirge [no clear separation point from the orchestral postlude following "Elegy," but the "Dirge" vocal begins at 6:02]

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
REFRAIN:—- Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thy saule.

When thou from hence away art past,
-— Every nighte and alle,
To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last;
And Christe receive thy saule.

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
-— Every nighte and alle,
Sit thee down and put them on;
And Christe receive thy saule.

If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane
-— Every nighte and alle,
The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane;
And Christe receive thy saule.

From Whinny-muir when thou may'st pass,
-- Every nighte and alle,
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last;
And Christe receive thy saule.

From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass,
—- Every nighte and alle,
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last;
And Christe receive thy saule.

If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
-— Every nighte and alle,
The fire sall never make thee shrink;
And Christe receive thy saule.

If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane,
—- Every nighte and alle,
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;
And Christe receive thy saule.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
-— Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
And Christe receive thy saule.

-- anonymous

I'm not going to say much of anything about the music. Again, I would simply encourage: (a) alertness to the musical setting as well as the texts, and (b) receptivity to both. I think initially you'll find some moments that grab you immediately, and then with repetition other points will begin to act on you, and gradually all will deepen.

Obviously Jon Mark Ainsley is a very different sort of tenor from Peter Pears, and it's kind of a jolt to me, in the "Dirge" (the song I was actually shooting for here) not to hear the truly dirge-appropriate wailing sound Pears produces his upper range. But it's really only when we hear inspired performers quite different from Britten and his circle that we begin to appreciate the true stature of this music. Jeffrey Tate is the good kind of English sensibilty for Britten (I'll come back to this question of nationality briefly), and is well suited to helping the Italian musicians hear this music.

The most obvious case is that of Peter Grimes itself. When Jon Vickers, a singer who could hardly have been more different in voice and personality from Pears, undertook the title role at the Met in 1967, with the collaboration of director Tyrone Guthrie and conductor Colin Davis, a whole previously unheard dimension of the piece opened up. An instructive lesson in the dangerous provincialization of Britten can be learned from what happend when Vickers and Davis took the show back to England. By the time of the Covent Garden video and audio recordings, most of the dimensionality of the Met performances had been flattened to two dimensions, most noticeably in Davis's blandly conventional conducting (it feels like there's an extra hour or two of mediocre music stuffed into the opera), but unfortunately also in Vickers' more mannered, manicured performance.

There was always tension in the relationship between Britten and his countrymen. The composer was unquestionably "English" and "British" to the core, but not in the accepted conventional ways, and they knew it and resented it, especially in the loftier social circles. Was it because he was gay? Yes. Was it because he was a pacifist (he sought and received conscientious objector status during World War II, declaring himself unable to kill or to participate in killing)? Yes. But I think those were symptoms of Britten's "otherness." The more powerfully Britten's musical supremacy emerged, the more you can see the British musical establishment trying to prop up lesser alternatives who might be passed off as Britian's really and truly greatest composer.

Why, it was almost as if Britten was, gasp, pointing a finger of accusation, perhaps rejection, or even ridicule, at all the institutions Britons held sacred! Um, yeah, kinda, d'ya think? Nah, couldn't be.


QUICK HITS

Four Sea Interludes from "Peter Grimes"

If you can't find Britten's own recording of the Sea Interludes from Peter Grimes, try Andrew Davis's,coupled with the composer's ever-popular Young Person's Guide to the Orchestra.

Leonard Bernstein's NY Phil Sea Interludes are available in, of all things, SACD-only format,interestingly coupled with the LB-NYP Holst Planets.

Serenade for Tenor, Horn, and Strings

Peter Pears, Dennis Brain, and the composer recorded the Serenade as early as 1944, with the Boyd Neel Orchestra, and that version has turned up on a Pearl CD, "Benjamin Britten performs Benjamin Britten,"as well as in a valuable four-CD collection of historic Britten recordings -- some conducted by the composer, most not -- in Membran International's Quadromania series. (I paid some ridiculous price like $8 for it at Berkshire Record Outlet, but they don't seem to have it anymore. CD Universe lists it -- at $15.59 for the four-disc set -- but reports it "backordered since 7/28/2009.")

For most listeners, the recording of choice is the gorgeous the gorgeous stereo versionwith Barry Tuckwell filling the gap left by Brain's death in 1957 at the preposterous age of 36. It's coupled with Pears-Britten stereo recordings of the Rimbaud song cycle Les Illuminations (originally written for soprano) and the sequel to the Serenade, the 1958 Nocturne for tenor, assorted instruements, and strings.

War Requiem

There's certainly room for an alternative to the composer's own recording,with the originally scheduled soloists, Galina Vishnevsakaya, Peter Pears, and Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau. But as the recordings continue to pile up, I can't say I've found one that's especially persuasive, or that offers worthy alternatives to Britten's idiosyncratic trio of soloists.


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Sunday, August 26, 2007

Annals of technology: 22 CDs' worth of Stravinsky by Stravinsky for under $2 a disk if you shop right; plus a hybrid (1961+1967+2005) "Soldier's Tale"

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"It is all changed," Stravinsky was told, and "indeed it was."

It's the story I always think of when I think of Igor Stravinsky. As the composer told it, it displayed not just his prickly "don't mess with me" side, but also his waspish sense of humor.

He was recalling, 20 years after the fact, his "participation" in Walt Disney's Fantasia, a segment of which was bult around his revolutionary score for Le Sacre du printemps (The Rite of Spring). It's well-known that the 1913 Paris premiere of Le Sacre, by Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes, precipitated a full-fledged riot. It's also well-established that Stravinsky's shockingly brutal yet rivetingly beautiful score changed the course of 20th-century Western music.

Most observers thought it was pretty radical of Disney and his musical advisers to fix on Stravinsky's score (even today it remains startling, or should), which after all dramatized the sacrifice of a virgin to pagan gods. Disney and his people somehow got the idea that the music provided a fitting sonic image for the birth of the universe, and the formation of the earth, and eventually the dawn of tyrannosaurus rex. (Here you can see some of the dinosaurs romping.)

Now, Fantasia had some legitimate classical bona fides, starting with the enthusiastic participation of conductor Leopold Stokowski, who recorded the musical selections with his Philadelphia Orchestra in a revolutionary new (for 1939!) multichannel format.

Stravinsky told the story of his involvement with Fantasia in the course of his recorded "Apropos of Le Sacre," included as a single-sided bonus LP in Columbia Masterworks' lavish Stravinsky Conducts 1960 box, which contained brand-new recordings of Le Sacre and the ballet he wrote just before it, Petrushka (1911).

[No, I didn't transcribe Stravinsky's talk myself. I just typed it from the printed version that was included among the tiny-type but nevertheless extensive liner notes that accompanied one of the great record releases of all time: Columbia Masterworks' reissue, in a bargain-priced box (three LPs for the price of two), of the 1960 Petrushka and Sacre along with Stravinsky's 1961 recording of the complete Firebird (1910)--the three great ballets written in collaboration with Diaghilev which defined and propelled Stravinsky's international career. (Generous Columbia followed this up with another indispensable box, also three LPs for the price of two, containing the ballets Apollo and Orpheus and the complete Fairy's Kiss and Pulcinella.)

[Here is Stravinsky at 82 conducting London's New Philharmonia Orchestra in the "Lullaby"--with the famous bassoon solo--and rousing "Final Hymn" that conclude the Firebird Suite.]

Anyway, here is Stravinsky telling the story:
In 1937 or 1938 I received a request from the Disney office in America for permission to use Le Sacre in a cartoon film. The request was accompanied by a gentle warning that if permission were withheld the music would be used anyway. (Le Sacre, being "Russian," was not copyrighted in the United States), but as the owners of the film wished to show it abroad (i.e., in Berne Copyright countries) they offered me $5,000, a sum I was obliged to accept (though, in fact, the "percentages" of a dozen crapulous intermediaries reduced it to $1,200).

I saw the film with George Balanchine in a Hollywood studio at Christmastime 1939. I remember someone offering me a score, and, when I said I had my own, the someone saying "But it is all changed."

It was indeed. The order of the pieces had been shuffled and the most difficult of them eliminated--though this didn't help the musical performance, which was execrable. I will say nothing about the visual complement (for I do not wish to criticize an unresisting imbecility), but the musical point of view of the film involved a dangerous misunderstanding.

So tell us, Igor, and don't pull any punches, how'd you like Fantasia?

I really want to talk about Stravinsky one of these days, and I plan to get to it really soon. Awhile back I startled Howie by saying that we've already had the last three great composers we're ever going to have--Stravinsky (1882-1971), Dmitri Shostakovich (1906-1975), and Benjamin Britten (1913-1976), all now long since safely dead and buried. This seems so obvious to me now that I forget how stark it may sound to others. But these are the last composers who seem to me, through the sheer force of their imagination, to have transcended the exhaustion of the musical language they inherited, or could scrounge up or invent.

I didn't really mean to get into this just now, but in this connection I can't resist throwing in the concluding paragraph of Stravinsky's "Apropos of Le Sacre" talk:
I was guided by no system whatever in Le Sacre du printemps. When I think of the music of the other composers of that time who interest me--Berg's music, which is synthetic (in the best sense), and Webern's, which is analytic--how much more theoretical it seems than Le Sacre. And these composers belonged to and were supported by a great tradition. Very little immediate tradition lies behind Le Sacre du printemps, and no theory. I had only my ear to help me; I heard and I wrote what I heard. I am the vessel through which Le Sacre passed.

At the time of this "Apropos," Le Sacre was nearly 50 years old. Stravinsky was still composing actively, and continued to do so more or less up to his death. Over those six decades of composing, he wound up working in an astonishing range of styles and musical languages, but mostly he used the sheer force of his imagination to squeeze every drop he could out of those musical languages available to him.

One of the remarkable aspects of Stravinsky's career is the extensive recorded documentation we have of it. The composer was from fairly early times an active performer of his own music, and began making recordings early on. But the intensive, near-encyclopedic recorded documentation of his works eventually undertaken by Columbia Masterworks was without precedent. It was almost entirely the initiative of the remarkably urbane, deeply cultured man who once upon a time actually ran Columbia Records, Goddard Lieberson [pictured above]. Lieberson also committed the company to extensive recorded documentation of the fine American composer Aaron Copland. (How times have changed!)

In the notes for the Stravinsky Conducts 1960 box, Lieberson himself explained the gap that Stravinsky's recorded "Apropos of Le Sacre" was designed to plug. He paid tribute to the published conversations the composer was then producing with his "valued associate," Robert Craft, which "give us a glimpse of his brilliant, urbane, cultured mind." "Unfortunately," he added,
they do not provide our ears with the wonderful Stravinsky-geneticized language which he has put together out of French, German, English, and Russian-with-immediate-translations. (With French and German, Stravinsky hurtles forward and is imperturbably and aloofly unconcerned with his auditors' linguistic accomplishments, while for a Russian phrase he will provide an English translation as quickly as a U.N. translator.) That, too, we have tried to remedy with the enclosed record of Stravinsky speaking about Le Sacre du printemps.

Columbia/CBS Masterworks and its corporate heir, Sony Classical, have done commendable work gathering the Stravinsky recorded legacy, first on LP and then on CD. Not much incentive was offered to the nonspecialist music lover, though. Now, the current heir to the whole of the catalogs of both Columbia/CBS Masterworks and RCA Victor Red Seal, Sony BMG Masterworks, is importing a 22-CD set produced by German Sony, at a staggeringly low price--the list is $45.98! (I paid $37 for mine, including shipping, but I've noticed the price inching upward.)

At this price, of course, it's unreasonable to expect much in the way of liner notes, a real limitation in the case of the many vocal works included, hard to appreciate fully without printed texts--and also for the many less-known works that become easy to explore in this incredibly handy collection. Well, I would think that anyone who's found his/her way to DWT has the "search" skills to dig up the necessary material online.

Even in the most famous Stravinsky works, which naturally have received vast numbers of recordings, including a fair number of extremely good ones, the composer's own recordings remain, in almost all cases, not only fully competitive, but in some ways the best place for the newcomer to the music to start. Even though I already had a lot of this stuff on LP, I made a point of buying CD editions of the ageless 1960 Stravinsky Petrushka and Le Sacre (conveniently coupled on a CD, which I endorse without reservation to anyone who isn't thinking of buying the set) and Stravinsky's 1964 stereo remake of his only full-length opera, the satirically biting yet also heart-hurting Rake's Progress.

If I could point to one thing about Stravinsky's own performances, it would be rhythm, his unmatched from-the-inside feel for the way the music moves. And if I could offer you a sound clip [maybe someone out there can suggest how I might do that?--K.], I might start with the orchestral fanfare that doesn't so much open as launch The Rake, which has a propulsive, infectious vitality I've never heard anyone else duplicate.

Or I might offer the opening "Soldier's March" from one of my very favorite Stravinsky recordings, the Suite from L'Histoire du soldat (The Soldier's Tale). L'Histoire, written in Switzerland during World War I (1918), is a work of no definable genre. It's a play-with-music in which, as Robert Craft once put it, the music "is the play." It's the shaggiest of shaggy-dog tales, which begins with a violin-playing soldier, en route home to his village on leave, unknowingly selling his soul to the Devil. The amazingly pungent and biting yet often haunting music is scored for the odd, what-he-had-on-hand septet of violin, clarinet, bassoon, trumpet, trombone, double bass, and percussion.

In February 1961 Columbia assembled seven top-notch players drawn from the unique assortment of musical backgrounds you find in the Los Angeles area, to be the "Columbia Chamber Ensemble" for a composer-conducted recording of the Suite from L'Histoire. With most of the finished product apparently drawn from the final day of recording (it was, it seems, an amazing session), they produced magic. The vivid instrumental textures are so gloriously reproduced that for a long time I made this 1961 L'Histoire Suite a part of my standard "test kit" when I wanted to get an impression of unfamiliar audio equipment.

What hardly anybody seems to have known until a couple of years ago was that in 1967 a new "Columbia Chamber Ensemble," featuring four of the 1961 players including the outstanding violinist Israel Baker, was assembled to record the tiny bits of connective music, adding up to a mere four minutes, needed to produce a complete recording of L'Histoire. (A certain amount of the spoken portion of the play takes place over the musical movements familiar from the suite.)

Nothing more was done with this material, though. It's suggested that the composer himself didn't have any burning desire to produce a complete recording of L'Histoire, perhaps because of a falling out at some point with the librettist, Charles-Ferdinand Ramuz.

But, as we learn from William Wernick--executive producer of Sony's "new" complete L'Histoire conducted by the composer [pictured above], 36 years after his death!--once he discovered that the 1967 session took place, since he had a job number to apply to a search, the session tapes were soon found, intact! "All the takes were there," he writes, "and not only that, they were superb both in quality and performance."

The 1961 and 1967 tapes were edited and assembled, leaving just the question of the spoken portion of the play.
By coincidence, we discovered that Academy Award-winnning actor Jeremy Irons had performed The Soldier's Tale at the Old Vic in 2004 in a new English adaptation by the noted writer Jeremy Sams.
Irons agreed to undertake this improbable "collaboration" with the long-departed composer (the now-veteran actor was 22 when Stravinsky died) and the two-headed Columbia Chamber Ensemble. His part, recorded in London in 2005, was duly edited into the hybrid 1961/1967 music tape. You might think the result would be a hopeless hodge-podge. In fact, it sounds to me like the recording of L'Histoire we've been waiting for all these years.

There's no question that Irons is a splendid actor, but a lot of brilliant actors have fallen into the trap of turning L'Histoire into cloying sing-song silliness, and Irons himself is prone to a number of actorish mannerisms that might have been fatal here. Nothing of the sort happened, I'm delighted to report. Performing the entire play as narration--rather than sharing the action with separate actors for the Soldier and the Devil, as is more commonly done--Irons does a simply glorious job, thanks in no small part to the wonder of Sams's English version, which plays better than I've ever heard even the original French text, let alone any other English version.

So, a humble "well done" to everyone involved in this unusual production, which includes exemplary background notes, not least regarding the 1961 recording sessions that are still the heart of this project. A "not so well done" to whoever thought that tacking on the 1966 Robert Craft-conducted Symphonies of Wind Instruments added something to the disk. It's worth having, no doubt, and the piece was written within several years of L'Histoire, but surely some more meaningful filler could have been found?

And a "pathetically badly done" to the Sony BMG Masterworks people who are the embarrassing current guardians of the immense Masterworks and Red Seal legacies. When I went looking online for a photo of the new L'Histoire package, I easily enough found a Sony BMG Masterworks home page with a row of "FEATURE RELEASES" including this one, with a thumbnail photo that gave every evidence of being a link. So I clicked on it, expecting to be taken to a page where the recording was presented/promoted with justified pride.

Instead I landed on a "Sony Music Store" page proclaiming, "Search (no products found)," with the additional information: "Sorry no match available. This is not a Sony Music product. Please select another product."

I can think of several things to say, but for once I'm not going to say any of them.

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Sunday, December 19, 2004

[12/19/2010] "Loose ends": From Russia with love - music by Rachmaninoff and Stravinsky (continued)

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The Gergiev-Vienna Philharmonic Firebird from the 2000 Salzburg Festival continues through the ballet's rousing conclusion.


Again, the missing CD of the Richter-Wislocki-DG Rachmaninoff Second Concerto was only the first issue with that much-loved old Richter Rachmaninoff LP. Given Richter's broad tempos in the concerto (the three movements time out at 11:13, 11:54, and 11:39), DG really had no choice but to spread the concerto out over a side and a half, and for a filler Richter recorded six Rachmaninoff solo preludes, four from the Op. 23 set of 12 and two from the Op. 32 set. (Only later in life, and even then grudgingly and only partially, did Richter give in to the contemporary compulsion for recording entire sets of individual pieces. Like earlier generations of pianists, he preferred to pick particular pieces that suited his purposes for particular occasions.) And while the concerto recording is totally first-rate, the preludes are even better -- they're kind of breathtaking, if not actually mind-blowing. I'm sure they've turned up on CD (Richter remains a prime seller), I don't have them. So now I've dubbed them from my LP.

On the assumption (not always justified) that the sequence of the preludes on the LP reflected the pianist's own preference, I've retained that order here. And to provide some context I've done something terribly unfair, and worse still done it not only for the second time but for the second time to the same fine artist. Back when we sampled Grieg's Lyric Pieces, I drew heavily on the British pianist Peter Katin's lovely Unicorn-Kanchana recording of the complete series, partly for its ready availability but also because the performances are consistently fine. Then for some of the pieces I butted him up against Arthur Rubinstein, whose performances simply have that extra dimension of imagination and flair.

Now I'm doing it to Katin again, pitting him head-to-head against Richter, in characteristic Richteresque form, for no better reason than that I happen to have Katin's Rachmaninoff Preludes on CD, making for relatively easy access. Obvious place to hear the difference: the G minor Prelude, Op. 23, No. 5. There's nothing to complain of in Katin's performance, but in Richter's note the striding yet finely graded and shaded vigor of the Spanish-rhythmed opening section, and then the unquenchable yearning of the aching central section, and finally the ethereal realm into which he lifts the piece as it works itself out. Probably many, if not most, pianists would like to do much the same thing. What sets Richter apart is that he: (a) has imagined it in such vividness, depth, and finesse, and (b) has the pianistic command and strength of purpose to make all of this happen.

RACHMANINOFF: Preludes for Piano

Prelude in C, Op. 32, No. 1
Sviatoslav Richter, piano. DG, recorded 1959
Peter Katin, piano. Carlton/IMP, recorded 1972

Prelude in B-flat minor, Op. 32, No. 2
Sviatoslav Richter, piano. DG, recorded 1959
Peter Katin, piano. Carlton/IMP, recorded 1972

Prelude in B-flat, Op. 23, No. 2
Sviatoslav Richter, piano. DG, recorded 1959
Peter Katin, piano. Carlton/IMP, recorded 1972

Prelude in D, Op. 23, No. 4
Sviatoslav Richter, piano. DG, recorded 1959
Peter Katin, piano. Carlton/IMP, recorded 1972

Prelude in G minor, Op. 23, No. 5
Sviatoslav Richter, piano. DG, recorded 1959
Peter Katin, piano. Carlton/IMP, recorded 1972

Prelude in C minor, Op. 23, No. 7
Sviatoslav Richter, piano. DG, recorded 1959
Peter Katin, piano. Carlton/IMP, recorded 1972


A SORT-OF "WEST COAST" FIREBIRD

When I began thinking about what turned into our Dec. 5 Firebird post, I began by pulling recordings off the shelf to consider for use. The first two that I pulled probably went "missing," and didn't turn up again until well after the piece was finished and posted, when they reappeared sitting peacefully on top of a TV cable box. Talk about a clever hiding place!

What I thought we'd do is make another composite performance of the complete Firebird, as we did in the original post with Ernest Ansermet's 1955 recording with the Orchestre de la Suisse Romande (first half) and Robert Craft's MusicMasters recording (second half). So here are music director Michael Tilson Thomas conducting the San Francisco Symphony (first half) and former Los Angeles Philharmonic music director (now conductor laureate) Esa-Pekka Salonen, though the orchestra he's conducting is the Philharmonia, in 1998, before he became music director in Los Angeles (1992-2009).

STRAVINSKY: The Firebird
[Again, the numbering within each of our "halves" of the ballet has no significance except to reflect the track points carried from the CDs.]

1. Introduction
2. Kashchei's Enchanted Garden
3. The Firebird enters, pursued by Ivan Tsarevich
4. The Firebird's Dance
5. Ivan Tsarevich captures the Firebird
6. The Firebird begs to be released;
Entrance of the 13 Enchanted Princesses
7. The Princesses play with the golden apples (Scherzo)
8. Sudden appearance of Ivan Tsarevich
9. Khorovod (Round Dance) of the Princesses

San Francisco Symphony Orchestra, Michael Tilson Thomas, cond. RCA/BMG, recorded Feb. 25-28, 1998

10. Daybreak
11. Ivan Tsarevich, entering Kashchei's palace, sets off the Magic Carillon, thereby alerting Kashchei's Monster-Guardians, who capture him
12. Entrance of Kashchei the Immortal
13. Dialogue between Kashchei and Ivan Tsarevich
14. The Princesses plead for mercy
15. The Firebird enters
16. Dance of Kashchei's retinue under the Firebird's magic spell
17. Infernal Dance of Kashchei's subjects under the Firebird's magic spell
18. Berceuse of the Firebird
19. Kashchei awakens
20. Kashchei's death
21. Scene 2: Kashchei's spell is broken, his palace disappears, and the petrified knights return to life; General thanksgiving;
The marriage and coronation of Prince Ivan and the Princess of Unearthly Beauty as tsar and tsarina

Philharmonia Orchestra, Esa-Pekka Salonen, cond. Sony, recorded 1988


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