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Spring/Easter 2015
(Some
passages may not be heard on the programme, owing to lack of time).
This
is Classical Break on Somer Valley FM, and I'm Rupert Kirkham.
Today's programme, written and researched by Mike Burrows, is devoted
to Spring and Easter. We begin with Spring Song, the
tone-poem by Jean Sibelius, a piece dating from early on in its
composer's career – 1895 - that was later much-altered and
simplified before publication in 1903. It is not lightly named. It
is a Song, an orchestral “song without words”. The
revision derives great strength from a long-breathed melody whose
developing fervour and amplitude express perfectly the hopes
attendant on the end of Winter and the replenishment – the increase
in life - brought about by the return of the sun's warmth to the
fertility of earth.
The
trajectory of the piece, as revized, is an emotive leap of
directness, faith and seeming inevitability, the climax well-timed
and -judged. The full-throated orchestration, in which the lower
strings take their share in the singing, has much to do with this.
The pealing of bells and brass at the close has little to do with
Christianity. The hyperaesthetic Sibelius was not a Christian in any
narrowly conventional sense, but a believer in Christian ethics, and
pantheist or animist - lifelong a believer in the God of Creation, or
the divine spark or spirit, in all living things. He felt the
upswing in mood that Spring represents to dwellers in a cold climate.
He praised that upswing's origin.
Fascinatingly,
the effect of the single, opening, drum-accentuated chord of the
piece is repeated at the opening of his last symphonic works, the 7th
Symphony and Tapiola – commanding attention – and attendance in
the world of his imagination - by the simplest of means.
Track
1: Spring Song, Sibelius
Schumann's
Six Songs for Choir, Opus 33, date from his Year of Song,
during which he wrote at least 140 lieder, and sang out his heart in
the long months before his fiancee of some years, Clara Wieck, and he
escaped from her father's legal and not-so-legal efforts to separate
them, and were married, the day before Clara reached her majority.
Schumann's
head must have rung with the synaesthetic seasonal symbolism of
German poetry during that time, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter –
and especially Spring! Thaw, changeable weather, raindrops,
sunbeams, birdsong – particularly the nightingale – recovering
gardens and bowers, linden-blossoms, early flowers, trees coming into
leaf, fresh brooks, butterflies, frolicking lambs, the growth of love
in all that was young.
Spring
Bells, a poem by Robert Reinick – takes us from the snowdrop
through the rose and lily, to the bluebell. It is a wistful
appreciation of Spring, the only sadness being that with the
bluebell, one has the last of Spring, and the consolation being that
Spring has brought one so much. Birdsong culminates in the
nightingale, of course - with the ghostly light of glow-worms, a
mainstay of the mild nights of the Romantic late Spring and early
Summer.
A
strophic song of simplicity, characteristically German in its
formulae of melody and harmonies is briefly – and exquisitely
shadowed near the close, but ends as winningly as it has begun.
Track
2: Fruhlingsglocken, Schumann
Here
is a lively instrumental version of a Lauda – a 13th Century
demotic hymn, in this case from Cortona in Italy - De la Crudel
Morte de Cristo, Of The Cruel Death of Christ. This dates from a
time when hymns were often fitted to adaptations of popular tunes.
The words, not sung here, tell the story of Christ's examination,
condemnation, torture and death.
Track
3: De la Crudel Morte de Cristo, Cortona Manuscript
Our
view of Easter has changed mightily, if in cycles, over the
years
as expression of Christian faith has developed ever more in the way
of schisms – often miscalled heresies – in the face of the
material, purely political corruption of established religious
institutions. Bishop Jeremy Taylor's 17th Century Jeremiad, Lord
Come Away, calls on Christ to return, ride on triumphantly on the
long-prepared way, rescue His Temple – “as full and dear/As
that of Sion, and as full of sin:/Nothing but thieves and robbers
dwell therein;/Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor!”
- and crucify His enemies!
These
sobering words were set to the full measure of their sternness by
Vaughan Williams as the first of his Four Hymns for Tenor, Viola and
Piano, later arranged for accompaniment by solo viola and string
orchestra, commissioned from him for the Three Choirs Festival of
1914.
Vaughan
Williams was one of the few composers of his day capable of entering
into the minds of 16th and 17th Century poets and composers and
suiting his modes of expression to theirs, yet creating something
inspirationally new and unencumbered in the
process.
Unegotistical by nature, he was, one may feel, something of a
time-traveller.
Track
4: Lord, Come Away, from Four Hymns, Vaughan Williams
Now,
an anthem, The Risen Lord, by the Michigan Handel, Leo
Sowerby. For decades a church organist and choirmaster as well as
composer, Sowerby wrote this in 1919; it was first performed in
arrangement for Soprano/Alto/Tenor/Bass voices and four soloists at
the Fourth Presbyterian Church in Chicago at Eastertide of that year.
In this recording it is performed by two antiphonal groups. The text
is drawn from a Hymn To The Trinity by Charles Wesley and a
Lutheran text, Christ Ist Verstanden.
Its
tune and treatment are both straightforward; Sowerby was, first and
foremost, a great practical musician of faith, but this should not
blind one to his profound gift, which found expression in almost all
Art-music's genres, including Symphony.
Track
5: The Risen Lord, Sowerby
Two
short songs by Ernest John Moeran, now. Moeran, of Irish extraction,
was a great setter of English verse. Here are his settings of Spring
Goeth All in White, by Robert Bridges, and Blue-eyed Spring,
by Robert Nichols. These poets of another age were alive at the time
of the songs' composition – what a time to be a song-writer that
must have been! The songs exemplify many aspects of Moeran's style,
his Delius-derived chromatic harmony; his enjoyment of the
inflections of both reflective and jolly folksong, a gratefulness in
the writing for voice and downright or shyly and wistfully beautiful
writing for piano (adapting to the sense of the words). For the rest,
just as the Germans have their requisite Spring symbolism, so do we,
and he does British Spring-imagery full justice. Whether reflections
on a scene, mortality or yeasty youth, these are songs of the open
air.
Track
6: Spring Goeth All In White, Moeran
Track
7: Blue-eyed Spring, Moeran
This
extraordinary work was written by a man who feared electrical tricks,
radio-waves, machines under the floors that tortured him; heard
voices; demanded death or regular employment; aggressively defied
attendants and shunned the company of fellow-inmates. Its peculiar
intensity derives from narrow intervals that widen unexpectedly, and
by the interplay of the parts of the two choirs, which spotlight
certain high or low notes, frequently dissonant, with weird
distinctness, in the midst of expected periods of chant. An
ex-chorister himself, Gurney would have known Anglican anthems and
liturgical music of the past like the back of his hand, and
comprehended their every feature.This is chant with a difference –
chant that betrays fitful torment as well as settled faith, and with
it, the well-understood melodic and harmonic influence of Sibelius in
his strongest
late vein. Its spareness, angularities and absence of academic
counterpoint are skilful. It was true, though, that, as his friend
Marion Scott put it, “Ivor could only ever do things in his own
way.” There is aliveness to the moment, to the dark night
within, but also outside, the asylum-cell. Gurney had been the
Night-walker, tramping in Southern England between London and his
home county, Gloucestershire, and become the night-pacer in corridors
and his room. This did not prevent him from writing book after book
of poetry and both composing and revizing songs – and Since I
believed In God,
The Father Almighty. Now, Gloucester Cathedral hears (and performs),
90 years too late, the suffering, clear vision of the creative
artist, one of its own as a child and youth, who was said to be mad.
Dictates
of pitch and of form, including extended canonic texture, do not
prevent this Anthem from sounding akin to the music of an aeolian
harp.
Track
8: Since I believe In God The Father, Gurney
Nicolay
Rimsky-Korsakov was the youngest of the group of five composers, The
Mighty Handful, that came to dominate art-music in the capital of the
Tsarist Russian Empire in the 1860s.
By
the time that he composed the Russian Easter Festival Overture in
1888, He was a mature artist, a long-time professor of composition at
the St Petersburg Conservatoire whose learning had been acquired by
self-will and diligence, and he had left the
amateurism
of the Mighty Handful behind, though not its desire to advance the
cause of Russian music. He had made his peace with the Moscow of
Tchaikovsky, and become an authority on fugue as well as on peasant
themes and musical scales. The influences on him were wide, from
Glinka, but also Berlioz, to Schumann, Liszt and Wagner, and he had
the singularity, detachment and creative imagination to buy wisely at
a market; to unite apt aspects of their styles in himself.
This
Overture On Liturgical Themes is based on three specimens of Orthodox
Chant, Let God Arise, An Angel Cried, and Christ Is Risen. In spite
of the long, solemn introduction that seems at one point to portray
in solo trombone a priest intoning and in strings, a congregation's
responses, Rimsky's aim was not to write religiose music. His
inspiration juxtaposed liturgy with pagan life – with a life older
than Christianity that had taken on the trappings of Christianity in
their beauty, but that rejoiced in nature and Spring at least as much
as in Easter, in merrymaking at least as much as in glorying in the
Resurrection of the New Testament.
It
is one of his more popular works, thrilling in its power and variety
of orchestration, its contrasts in tone and focus, its harmonic
resource and play of rhythm. It evokes all that it was intended to
do, a masterpiece of hard-won skill, but is also intensely humane and
humorous – a kind of measure of the full roundedness of ideal
sprituality, earthy and honest in addition to wondering and a little
uncanny. Birdsong and the glow of sun on white blossoms and an
awakened world may succeed a candlelit, incense-filled atmosphere of
solemn chant, with the suddenness of stepping outside the church
entrance, and itself be succeeded by the dance. One scarcely notices
sonata-form as the work unfolds, but the basic themes are thoroughly
developed, contrasted and combined before the massive, gong-and
bell-capped Christ Is Risen of the close!
This
was Classical Break, on Somer Valley FM, and I'm Rupert Kirkham. We
hope you enjoyed our Spring And Easter Programme, and will tune in
again soon. Goodbye!
Track
9: Overture, Russian Easter Festival, Rimsky-Korsakov
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