Friday, 22 January 2016

Charles Ives 23&24 January 2015

CB Ives

This is Classical Break on Somer Valley FM.  Today’s programme centres 
on the American composer Charles Ives’ extraordinary First Symphony.  

Revised twice, in 1900 and In 1902, this charming and powerful piece was completed when Ives was only 24 and student at Yale University.  A tall, athletic young man who took a full part in team-sports and Fraternity musical activities, he was
a great companion, at times ebullient, most often thoughtful, humorous rather than 
witty, and popular with everyone but music-tutors.  He was already a 
noted local musician, an excellent organist 
“He was all over the thing!” - who wrote for his instrument but also for choir or, as was 
a popular form of church music at the time, a quartet of soloists.  He composed parlour-songs, organ- and choral pieces, rag -pieces and student-songs.  He was a superb 
pianist and capable of hearing at least different rhythms at once and of playing three, and if he could parody most forms of music off the top of his head, he was unafraid of using harmonies, modulations and tonal procedures that were 30 years ahead of their
time in their daring and that may have seemed mad.  He had been taught music by his father, the Danbury town-musician, George Ives, a remarkable figure who, during th
Civil War and at the age of 17, had been made the youngest bandmaster in the Union Army. The 2nd Connecticut Heavy Artillery Band
which he had helped found, hadperformed for Lincoln in the company of General Grant, who had remarked there and then that he knew only two tunes; one of them was Yankee Doodle, and the other wasn’t.  Stories of George were legion.  
He led the town band, wrote arrangements of and fantasias based onpopular tunes, was known to enjoy trying to represent the resonance of bells or lightning on the piano; 
devised a microtonal piano and taught his boys, Charles and Moss, not only to play and sing at the conventional instrument, but also to play and sing in 2 different keys simultaneously!  Charles always held his father up as his musical hero, 
if his musical hero wasn’t Brahms!
For George, there was music in everything.  Music was quite literally life, life, music.

Let’s hear Charles’ song from 1900, setting Shelley, Rough Wind; the first of two songs in which he employed the first subject ofhis 1st Symphony.  Do not adjust your set because it breaks offin a rush; there’s no formal coda; we are in Ivesland.  
How effective this tiny song should have been if one in a sequence or cycle of songs, throwing emphasis on what came next.  He himself applauded it for ending in two different keys.  Rough Wind, by Charles Ives.

Track 1 Rough Wind, Charles Ives (1.00min)

George Ives also taught his son the theory of composition as represented 
in manual by a noted scholar, Jadasohn.  This was to be unfortunate, as when Charlie arrived at Yale, he found that the textbook that underpinned the course was…yes…
Jadasohn…  Teach his grandmother to suck eggs, he must have thought.  There was a great difference to being taught from a dull textbook by his respected and brilliantly eccentric father and sitting in tutorials with a nationally-established composer to whom that dull 
textbook appeared holy writ. Horatio William 
Parker, the thirty-something professor of 
music theory, soon inured him to
captious reactions to his exercises and 
a University career of average marks.  
In fact, in his musical studies -
as part of a degree in 
General Arts - Ives never gained a 
mark higher than B-minus. In
future, don’bring anything else like 
this to a tutorial.”  

Sadly, Ives’ father died suddenly from 
a stroke within weeks of the 
commencement of those studies.
Charles, aged 20, felt marooned, alone.
Here is the second song based

on the First Symphony first subject.

Written in 1901, the 

longer, through-composed setting is of 

dark and terse poem by 

Arthur SymonsOn Judge’s Walk, which 
concludes,

“That night we walked beneath the trees,
Alone, beneath the trees;
There was some word we could not say
Half uttered in the breeze.
That night on Judges' Walk we said
No word of all we had to say;
But now there shall be no word said
Before the Judge's Day.”
The end of the song is

as in Rough Wind.


Track 2 On Judge’s Walk, Ives


Judge’s Day!  The Symphony formed Ives’ 
graduating submission, minus its first movement.  
Why was the first movement not 
submitted? -  Because, as it happened, Professor
Parker regarded it as heterodox.  First,
he insisted that Ives go away 
and write a new opening movement.  
Anyone who knows artistic instinct and 
the grip that material and its 
working out have on a composer, 
writer or poet should have known 
that this would be tantamount to 
giving someone a bucket without a 
bottom and telling him to draw 
20 gallons from the well.  Parker 
didn’t regard Ives as a creative 
artist as Ives was his student.  
Ives reported that he couldn’t do
as he had been asked.  Parker 
smiled and requested he at least 
end the thing in D Minor, 
the tonic; at the time, it 
didn’t!

The open-ended construction of the 
first subject was one commanding fault.  
It was so tonally vagrant, running 
with swift smoothness through a shocking 
8 keys, that Professor Parker had 
dismissed the remainder on sight.   To 
the modern ear, however, the almost 
experimental persistence and actual formal control 
that lie behind its waywardness are 
magnificent – what a paragraph!  Also, similar
interesting means of swift modulation into 
the unexpected are used time and 
again in the symphony as a 
whole.  The first subject seems almost
to dissolve into a second group, several
fragments of theme grown from elements
of its neat accompaniment, perhaps.  All
these fragments have some future significance.
A fragrant, faintly nervous fragment becomes
Akin to a Mahlerian tune of 
childhood, filled with something like childlike 
hope or wonder, characterized by high
woodwind; usually, it comes tailed by 
soft, remote string chords…  Another steps 
out, nifty in turns that end 
on unexpected notes as if drawn in.
The exposition ends with a fugato 
that is not the beginning of 
the development!  There is a repeat!
The piece is marked simply “Allegro”,

But its slow, quiet moments are as
striking for their hypnotic fascination, their
fantasy.  The development is dominated by
extraordinary, remote quiet and slowness, anticipating
a similar process in the first
movement of Vaughan Williams’ London Symphony by
well over a decade.  There is
a particularly beautiful treatment of the
Mahlerian fragment for flute, but the 
Matter of the rest might be 
harmonized bass-lines or tiny fragments
of fragments of accompaniment!  One doesn’t 
care; the passage is of an 
order of transcendency that feels as 
an out-of-the body experience may.
Argument continues with sudden zeal by
Setting up the recapitulation with swirls
Of some power.  Back comes
The first subject, this time with urgent,
Pizzicato accompaniment.  There is little that 
Seems literal restatement, and still some 
working out, particularly of the first 
subject.  When hard-toned trombones enter 
Schubertianly with another part of it
One feels the close is on 
the way; it is such a 
good effect that it is repeated; moreover,
who would foretell the just
conclusion of the movement as a
whole?  It is like the sudden, 
flaming outrightness of the Dvorak of 
the Seventh Symphony – and worthy of
Dvorak, or of his and Ives’ 
possible mutual influence, Schubert.  Rough Wind
or Judge’s Walk, indeed.  Like the
Schubertian trombones, it is built on
subsidiary material, one of those fragments 
in profusion that proves how good
an idea it is in transformation.
In another form of slowness, hear
the baleful woodwind, strings and brass 
antiphons at the close – how bold 
and dramatically effective they are, the 
woodwind and strings in weak registers
and discord seem voices of imploring 
humanity, the brass callously or maliciously crushing
themIn D Minor… The thematic 
material has occurred before, in quite
another spirit.


Track 3:  1st Symphony, l Allegro


Ives had mastered not only symphonic 
construction but also orchestration.  He might 
be expected to know town-band
instruments, brass and woodwind, but his
scoring for strings is equally assured, 
well-balanced and sensitive to detail.

This symphony is staggering for its 
harmonic and tonal subtlety, its counterpoint 
and melodic resource.  It is comparable 
with any great composer’s First Symphony.  
The daring of its qualities is 
also extraordinary – at times, the proliferation 
of detail is such that academicism 
is really no more than an
expedient veneer – life teems underneath it 
as individual instruments move as individuals.  
At other times, the heart of 
a quite beautifully ardent young man 
burns – how else could the very 
modern lyricism of the slow movement 
be as it is, other than 
that Ives felt as his fellow-
man feels if honest and unafraid 
of having his loving confidence flung 
back in his face?  In this 
connection, it’s hard not to weep 
for the young Charles, who possibly 
believed that people could but reward 
him for his achievement of such 
sounds within a cogent design. Yes, 
the Adagio molto sostenuto begins with 
a nod to Dvorak, a lyrical 
theme given to the cor-anglais
but this is the first true 
New World Symphony to be written 
by an American.  In any case, 
the thematic material and its reserveless
full up-surge are Ives’ own.  
His use of the sections of 
the orchestra is that of an 
old hand who knows unerringly the 
potentialities of his instruments and how 
their sounds can be blended or 
contrasted.  In 1910, Ives was 
given the opportunity to hear three
of the four movements of the 
symphony played-through under the conductor 
Walter Damrosch; still later on, he 
remembered with disgust that Damrosch remarked 
as he conducted that the slow 
movement’s material, with its “nice” chords,
was charming!  Not surprizing, really; charming 
isn’t the word.  If Ives 
intended to express his grief and
loneliness after his father’s death, the 
vacuum inside him, as he himself
described it, he went further:  this 
is music of universal meaning, a 
love-song to life itself, and 
courage.  Overwhelmingly powerful in its occasionally 
vibrato songfulness, its lovely solos, mounting 
climaxes and moments of quiet pathos, 
it is a slow movement such 
as Mahler – or Dvorak – should have 
been proud to compose.  Also, doesn’t 
it suggest that Ives might have 
named his fee as a film-
-composer in the middle of the
20th Century, the mid-1970s 
and even nowadays?  The shape of 
the piece is perfectly-judged.

Track 4: ll Adagio Molto Sostenuto


One of the anti-modernists’ gibes 
used to be, “Can Picasso draw?  
Well, can he?”  implying that modern 
art proceeds from a self-perceived 
incapacity in meeting the challenge of 
traditional techniques and disciplines.  If as 
an example of Picasso’s conventional studies 
was to hand, they might reply,
Yes, well, why doesn’t he do things like that,
instead of the rubbish I’ve seen?  

Ives, like Picasso could indeed draw – 
that is, in his case, write 
conventional musicachieve the 
expected thing, yet, like Picasso, do 
so while stamping his hallmark on 
what he composed in any pre-
-existing style.  His send-ups, or 
as he called them, “take-offs” prove 
this amply, but to hear his 
early works is perhaps to hear 
an Ives as true and wonderful.  
His early songs and First Symphony 
were pure genius; original, vibrant, 
moving – filled with the life and 
soul of a sensitive, compassionate and 
giving person who happened to possess 
the one ear in New England 
made for where he lived and 
when, and a spirit big enough 
to encompass both hard study and 
a composition-technique most musicians can 
only dream of possessingThe aesthetic, 
the idiom, of the times was 
always made his own.  Ives seems 
to have loved music and amateur 
music-making of most kinds – that 
is, music and music-making that 
proceeded from love of music as 
an entity and as an activity.

If the scherzo with trio is 
the most conventional of the movements, 
it is also unique – Dvorak meets 
Bruckner, whose music Ives could not 
have known:  and Dvorak would not 
have written a fugato for a 
scherzo-theme – canons were the closest 
that he came to that.  The 
fugato-theme should have convinced his 
teachers that Ives could write a 
fugato while standing on his head.  
His counterpoint, thanks to his father’s 
method of tuition rather than the 
manual, was as easy as tapping 
out only four different beats at 
once.  Ives’ counterpoint throughout the 
Symphony is as it is because 
of his incredible sense of rhythm; 
many of the faster parts of 
the music prove thisStrict but 
also anodyne counterpoint was taught at 
Yale under Parker.  Continuation that is 
consistent where strict counterpoint ceases to 
be the music’s texture is equally 
as important as being able to 
construct strict counterpoint in the first 
place.  Ives’ Scherzo with Trio, marked 
Scherzo: Vivaceshould have been recognized 
for the achievement of quick-witted,
well-co-ordinated tactics that it was.
How different Ives’ career might have
been if he had attended not 
Yale, but the New York Conservatory, 
and if Dvorak had been his 
professor! Like the slow movement, the 
scherzo with trio ends quietly and 
abruptly:  ho, for the finale!

Track 5:  lll Scherzo:  Vivace

The finale’s reprising of the opening 
theme and theme of the slow 
movement in its latter stages reflects
the influence of Dvorak, and other
Romantics, but is done as well 
as anyone could do it, without 
longeurs or excessive contrivance.  The build-
-up to these passages and the 
Close is both patient and exhaustive,
With several looks and hints backward.  
The motifs and basic themes are 
vivid and their working-out skilful.  
Perhaps the most memorable is the
one that begins with a Wagnerian 
upward flourish of the most blaring –
but is tailed swiftly by a 
thoroughly Yankee resolution:  it is impossible
To believe that there is no 
dry humour in this, but it
is a cogent feature relatable to
other themes, the sockdologer, as Twain 
might have called it:  the American
inflection occurs near the movement’s outset
against the background of the main 
theme.  The harum scarumness of the 
finale as a whole and in 
conclusion might be seen as portraying
happy memories of some red- letter 
day in Danby, Ives’ home-town, 
or at Yale.  Nearly a quarter 
of an hour long, it gives
an impression of scurrying by.  Later, 
or in secret, unfettered by University, 
such musical characterization surfaced without pretence 
of academic veneer or correctness.
All in all, this effort has 
to be worth at least a 
B.  Or possibly an A surrounded 
by stars, an A such as 
Tchaikovsky awarded the student Rachmaninov!  The
March-Scherzo of Tchaikovsky’s Pathetique Symphony 
Of 1893 boasts string 
rushes such as appear before young 
Ives’ lengthy but fizzing coda.  There 
is something of the exhilaration – and 
tonal caprice - of Tchaikovsky’s Ukrainian or 
Little Russian Symphony about it all, 
too.

Track : Allegro Molto

During his four years at Yale, 
Ives wrote no fewer than 80 
separate pieces in many different forms.
The first symphony is a beautiful 
work of art, very different from 
Ives’ later works in the genre – 
but not in the least inferior; 
it is the work of talent 
that is assured and accomplished: he
went on growing, evolving and anticipating 
musical developments by a quarter of 
a century or more, largely unregarded
and asked if he really had 
to make such ugly sounds
or if he had any musical 
training…  He earned his living in
business and got older and spikier!
What has sound got
to do with music? Was the 
multimillionaire Insurance tycoon’s peppery answer, or 
out would come an intemperate remark 
on the emasculated nature of all 
fashionable concert-music!  In truth, every 
such experience of contempt for his
deeply and scientifically musical nature hurt 
him dreadfully.  Now, you’ll know why!
This was Classical Break, on Somer
Valley FM, and I’m Rupert 
Kirkham.  Today’s script was researched and 
written by Mike Burrows.  We hope 
you enjoyed it and will tune 
in again soon.  Goodbye!

(Track 7:  If there’s time, play out with Rough Wind?)

 CB Ives

This is Classical Break on Somer
Valley FM.  Today’s programme centres 
on the American composer Charles Ives’ 
extraordinary First Symphony.  

Revized twice, in 1900  and
In 1902, this charming 
and powerful piece was completed when 
Ives was only 24 and 
student at Yale University.  A 
tall, athletic young man who took 
a full part in team-sports 
and Fraternity musical activities, he was
a great companion, at times ebullient, 
most often thoughtful, humorous rather than 
witty, and popular with everyone but 
music-tutors.  He was already a 
noted local musician, an excellent organist 
“He was all over the thing!” -
who wrote for his instrument but 
also for choir or, as was 
a popular form of church music 
at the time, a quartet of 
soloists.  He composed parlour-songs, organ- 
and choral pieces, rag -pieces and 
student-songs.  He was a superb 
pianist and capable of hearing at 
least different rhythms at once
and of playing three, and if 
he could parody most forms of 
music off the top of his 
head, he was unafraid of using 
harmonies, modulations and tonal procedures that 
were 30 years ahead of their
time in their daring and that 
may have seemed mad.  He had 
been taught music by his father, 
the Danbury town-musician, George Ives, 
a remarkable figure who, during th
Civil War and at the age 
of 17, had been made the 
youngest bandmaster in the Union Army. 
The 2nd Connecticut Heavy Artillery Band
which he had helped found, had
performed for Lincoln in the company 
of General Grant, who had remarked 
there and then that he knew 
only two tunes; one of them 
was Yankee Doodle, and the other 
wasn’t.  Stories of George were legion.  
He led the town band, wrote 
arrangements of and fantasias based on
popular tunes, was known to enjoy 
trying to represent the resonance of 
bells or lightning on the piano; 
devised a microtonal piano and taught 
his boys, Charles and Moss, not 
only to play and sing at 
the conventional instrument, but also to 
play and sing in 2 different 
keys simultaneously!  Charles always held his 
father up as his musical hero, 
if his musical hero wasn’t Brahms!
For George, there was music in 
everything.  Music was quite literally life, 
life, music.

Let’s hear Charles’ song from 19-
-00, setting Shelley, Rough Wind; the 
first of two songs in which 
he employed the first subject of
his 1st Symphony.  Do not adjust 
your set because it breaks off
in a rush; there’s no formal
coda; we are in Ivesland.  
How effective this tiny song should 
have been if one in a 
sequence or cycle of songs, throwing 
emphasis on what came next.  He 
himself applauded it for ending in
two different keys.  Rough Wind, by 
Charles Ives.

Track 1 Rough Wind, Charles Ives (1.00min)




George Ives also taught his son
the theory of composition as represented 
in manual by a noted 
scholar, Jadasohn.  This was to be 
unfortunate, as when Charlie arrived at 
Yale, he found that the textbook 
that underpinned the course was…yes…
Jadasohn…  Teach his grandmother to suck 
eggs, he must have thought.  There 
was a great difference to being
taught from a dull textbook by 
his respected and brilliantly eccentric father and 
sitting in tutorials with a nationally-
established composer to whom that dull 
textbook appeared holy writ. Horatio William 
Parker, the thirty-something professor of 
music theory, soon inured him to
captious reactions to his exercises and 
a University career of average marks.  
In fact, in his musical studies -
as part of a degree in 
General Arts - Ives never gained a 
mark higher than B-minus. In
future, don’bring anything else like 
this to a tutorial.”  

Sadly, Ives’ father died suddenly from 
a stroke within weeks of the 
commencement of those studies.
Charles, aged 20, felt marooned, alone.
Here is the second song based

on the First Symphony first subject.

Written in 1901, the 

longer, thorough-composed setting is of 

dark and terse poem by 

Arthur SymonsOn Judge’s Walk, which 
concludes,

“That night we walked beneath the trees,
Alone, beneath the trees;
There was some word we could not say
Half uttered in the breeze.
That night on Judges' Walk we said
No word of all we had to say;
But now there shall be no word said
Before the Judge's Day.”
The end of the song is

as in Rough Wind.


Track 2 On Judge’s Walk, Ives


Judge’s Day!  The Symphony formed Ives’ 
graduating submission, minus its first movement.  
Why was the first movement not 
submitted? -  Because, as it happened, Professor
Parker regarded it as heterodox.  First,
he insisted that Ives go away 
and write a new opening movement.  
Anyone who knows artistic instinct and 
the grip that material and its 
working out have on a composer, 
writer or poet should have known 
that this would be tantamount to 
giving someone a bucket without a 
bottom and telling him to draw 
20 gallons from the well.  Parker 
didn’t regard Ives as a creative 
artist as Ives was his student.  
Ives reported that he couldn’t do
as he had been asked.  Parker 
smiled and requested he at least 
end the thing in D Minor, 
the tonic; at the time, it 
didn’t!

The open-ended construction of the 
first subject was one commanding fault.  
It was so tonally vagrant, running 
with swift smoothness through a shocking 
8 keys, that Professor Parker had 
dismissed the remainder on sight.   To 
the modern ear, however, the almost 
experimental persistence and actual formal control 
that lie behind its waywardness are 
magnificent – what a paragraph!  Also, similar
interesting means of swift modulation into 
the unexpected are used time and 
again in the symphony as a 
whole.  The first subject seems almost
to dissolve into a second group, several
fragments of theme grown from elements
of its neat accompaniment, perhaps.  All
these fragments have some future significance.
A fragrant, faintly nervous fragment becomes
Akin to a Mahlerian tune of 
childhood, filled with something like childlike 
hope or wonder, characterized by high
woodwind; usually, it comes tailed by 
soft, remote string chords…  Another steps 
out, nifty in turns that end 
on unexpected notes as if drawn in.
The exposition ends with a fugato 
that is not the beginning of 
the development!  There is a repeat!
The piece is marked simply “Allegro”,

But its slow, quiet moments are as
striking for their hypnotic fascination, their
fantasy.  The development is dominated by
extraordinary, remote quiet and slowness, anticipating
a similar process in the first
movement of Vaughan Williams’ London Symphony by
well over a decade.  There is
a particularly beautiful treatment of the
Mahlerian fragment for flute, but the 
Matter of the rest might be 
harmonized bass-lines or tiny fragments
of fragments of accompaniment!  One doesn’t 
care; the passage is of an 
order of transcendency that feels as 
an out-of-the body experience may.
Argument continues with sudden zeal by
Setting up the recapitulation with swirls
Of some power.  Back comes
The first subject, this time with urgent,
Pizzicato accompaniment.  There is little that 
Seems literal restatement, and still some 
working out, particularly of the first 
subject.  When hard-toned trombones enter 
Schubertianly with another part of it
One feels the close is on 
the way; it is such a 
good effect that it is repeated; moreover,
who would foretell the just
conclusion of the movement as a
whole?  It is like the sudden, 
flaming outrightness of the Dvorak of 
the Seventh Symphony – and worthy of
Dvorak, or of his and Ives’ 
possible mutual influence, Schubert.  Rough Wind
or Judge’s Walk, indeed.  Like the
Schubertian trombones, it is built on
subsidiary material, one of those fragments 
in profusion that proves how good
an idea it is in transformation.
In another form of slowness, hear
the baleful woodwind, strings and brass 
antiphons at the close – how bold 
and dramatically effective they are, the 
woodwind and strings in weak registers
and discord seem voices of imploring 
humanity, the brass callously or maliciously crushing
themIn D Minor… The thematic 
material has occurred before, in quite
another spirit.


Track 3:  1st Symphony, l Allegro


Ives had mastered not only symphonic 
construction but also orchestration.  He might 
be expected to know town-band
instruments, brass and woodwind, but his
scoring for strings is equally assured, 
well-balanced and sensitive to detail.

This symphony is staggering for its 
harmonic and tonal subtlety, its counterpoint 
and melodic resource.  It is comparable 
with any great composer’s First Symphony.  
The daring of its qualities is 
also extraordinary – at times, the proliferation 
of detail is such that academicism 
is really no more than an
expedient veneer – life teems underneath it 
as individual instruments move as individuals.  
At other times, the heart of 
a quite beautifully ardent young man 
burns – how else could the very 
modern lyricism of the slow movement 
be as it is, other than 
that Ives felt as his fellow-
man feels if honest and unafraid 
of having his loving confidence flung 
back in his face?  In this 
connection, it’s hard not to weep 
for the young Charles, who possibly 
believed that people could but reward 
him for his achievement of such 
sounds within a cogent design. Yes, 
the Adagio molto sostenuto begins with 
a nod to Dvorak, a lyrical 
theme given to the cor-anglais
but this is the first true 
New World Symphony to be written 
by an American.  In any case, 
the thematic material and its reserveless
full up-surge are Ives’ own.  
His use of the sections of 
the orchestra is that of an 
old hand who knows unerringly the 
potentialities of his instruments and how 
their sounds can be blended or 
contrasted.  In 1910, Ives was 
given the opportunity to hear three
of the four movements of the 
symphony played-through under the conductor 
Walter Damrosch; still later on, he 
remembered with disgust that Damrosch remarked 
as he conducted that the slow 
movement’s material, with its “nice” chords,
was charming!  Not surprizing, really; charming 
isn’t the word.  If Ives 
intended to express his grief and
loneliness after his father’s death, the 
vacuum inside him, as he himself
described it, he went further:  this 
is music of universal meaning, a 
love-song to life itself, and 
courage.  Overwhelmingly powerful in its occasionally 
vibrato songfulness, its lovely solos, mounting 
climaxes and moments of quiet pathos, 
it is a slow movement such 
as Mahler – or Dvorak – should have 
been proud to compose.  Also, doesn’t 
it suggest that Ives might have 
named his fee as a film-
-composer in the middle of the
20th Century, the mid-1970s 
and even nowadays?  The shape of 
the piece is perfectly-judged.

Track 4: ll Adagio Molto Sostenuto


One of the anti-modernists’ gibes 
used to be, “Can Picasso draw?  
Well, can he?”  implying that modern 
art proceeds from a self-perceived 
incapacity in meeting the challenge of 
traditional techniques and disciplines.  If as 
an example of Picasso’s conventional studies 
was to hand, they might reply,
Yes, well, why doesn’t he do things like that,
instead of the rubbish I’ve seen?  

Ives, like Picasso could indeed draw – 
that is, in his case, write 
conventional musicachieve the 
expected thing, yet, like Picasso, do 
so while stamping his hallmark on 
what he composed in any pre-
-existing style.  His send-ups, or 
as he called them, “take-offs” prove 
this amply, but to hear his 
early works is perhaps to hear 
an Ives as true and wonderful.  
His early songs and First Symphony 
were pure genius; original, vibrant, 
moving – filled with the life and 
soul of a sensitive, compassionate and 
giving person who happened to possess 
the one ear in New England 
made for where he lived and 
when, and a spirit big enough 
to encompass both hard study and 
a composition-technique most musicians can 
only dream of possessingThe aesthetic, 
the idiom, of the times was 
always made his own.  Ives seems 
to have loved music and amateur 
music-making of most kinds – that 
is, music and music-making that 
proceeded from love of music as 
an entity and as an activity.

If the scherzo with trio is 
the most conventional of the movements, 
it is also unique – Dvorak meets 
Bruckner, whose music Ives could not 
have known:  and Dvorak would not 
have written a fugato for a 
scherzo-theme – canons were the closest 
that he came to that.  The 
fugato-theme should have convinced his 
teachers that Ives could write a 
fugato while standing on his head.  
His counterpoint, thanks to his father’s 
method of tuition rather than the 
manual, was as easy as tapping 
out only four different beats at 
once.  Ives’ counterpoint throughout the 
Symphony is as it is because 
of his incredible sense of rhythm; 
many of the faster parts of 
the music prove thisStrict but 
also anodyne counterpoint was taught at 
Yale under Parker.  Continuation that is 
consistent where strict counterpoint ceases to 
be the music’s texture is equally 
as important as being able to 
construct strict counterpoint in the first 
place.  Ives’ Scherzo with Trio, marked 
Scherzo: Vivaceshould have been recognized 
for the achievement of quick-witted,
well-co-ordinated tactics that it was.
How different Ives’ career might have
been if he had attended not 
Yale, but the New York Conservatory, 
and if Dvorak had been his 
professor! Like the slow movement, the 
scherzo with trio ends quietly and 
abruptly:  ho, for the finale!

Track 5:  lll Scherzo:  Vivace

The finale’s reprising of the opening 
theme and theme of the slow 
movement in its latter stages reflects
the influence of Dvorak, and other
Romantics, but is done as well 
as anyone could do it, without 
longeurs or excessive contrivance.  The build-
-up to these passages and the 
Close is both patient and exhaustive,
With several looks and hints backward.  
The motifs and basic themes are 
vivid and their working-out skilful.  
Perhaps the most memorable is the
one that begins with a Wagnerian 
upward flourish of the most blaring –
but is tailed swiftly by a 
thoroughly Yankee resolution:  it is impossible
To believe that there is no 
dry humour in this, but it
is a cogent feature relatable to
other themes, the sockdologer, as Twain 
might have called it:  the American
inflection occurs near the movement’s outset
against the background of the main 
theme.  The harum scarumness of the 
finale as a whole and in 
conclusion might be seen as portraying
happy memories of some red- letter 
day in Danby, Ives’ home-town, 
or at Yale.  Nearly a quarter 
of an hour long, it gives
an impression of scurrying by.  Later, 
or in secret, unfettered by University, 
such musical characterization surfaced without pretence 
of academic veneer or correctness.
All in all, this effort has 
to be worth at least a 
B.  Or possibly an A surrounded 
by stars, an A such as 
Tchaikovsky awarded the student Rachmaninov!  The
March-Scherzo of Tchaikovsky’s Pathetique Symphony 
Of 1893 boasts string 
rushes such as appear before young 
Ives’ lengthy but fizzing coda.  There 
is something of the exhilaration – and 
tonal caprice - of Tchaikovsky’s Ukrainian or 
Little Russian Symphony about it all, 
too.

Track : Allegro Molto

During his four years at Yale, 
Ives wrote no fewer than 80 
separate pieces in many different forms.
The first symphony is a beautiful 
work of art, very different from 
Ives’ later works in the genre – 
but not in the least inferior; 
it is the work of talent 
that is assured and accomplished: he
went on growing, evolving and anticipating 
musical developments by a quarter of 
a century or more, largely unregarded
and asked if he really had 
to make such ugly sounds
or if he had any musical 
training…  He earned his living in
business and got older and spikier!
What has sound got
to do with music? Was the 
multimillionaire Insurance tycoon’s peppery answer, or 
out would come an intemperate remark 
on the emasculated nature of all 
fashionable concert-music!  In truth, every 
such experience of contempt for his
deeply and scientifically musical nature hurt 
him dreadfully.  Now, you’ll know why!
This was Classical Break, on Somer
Valley FM, and I’m Rupert 
Kirkham.  Today’s script was researched and 
written by Mike Burrows.  We hope 
you enjoyed it and will tune 
in again soon.  Goodbye!

(Track 7:  If there’s time, play out with Rough Wind?)














































Friday, 15 January 2016

Winter January 16 & 17

Classical Break Winter 2

Intro:  In Freezing Winter Night, Britten 

This is Classical Break, on Somer Valley FM and I’m Rupert Kirkham.  Today’s programme is of winter music and was researched and written by Mike Burrows  We have just heard In Freezing Winter Night from A Ceremony of Carols for three--part treble voices and harp by Benjamin Britten.  This is Winter standing all about one:  everywhere one looks, the frost bareness, a merciless beauty. Our earth is cold; yet the Christmas story of birth and rebirth in love warms deep in one’s soul; we need never lose it.  Wonder is in the frost whiteness as in the white fire of remote stars.  Is this one’s everyday world?   In awe, two boys’ voices move in canon, a third moving with the frost-feeling accompaniment.  This music was written in a cabin on a neutral Swedish freighter crossing the Atlantic, as Britten returned tardily to Britain from the United States in 1942.  Minus its generator-hum, a nearby refrigeration compartment perhaps aided his imagination...  The stiller and sparer it becomes, the more brittle the human mind is made by winter:  and yet, we have the Christmas story; this time of seeming frozen stasis is the illusion.  If much sleeps or shivers, Spring is gathering its force under it all, merely in wait. From John Playford’s English Dancing Master of 1651, and words written later for broadsheet
-sale, here’s All Hail To The Days (To Drive The Cold Winter Away).

Track Two:  All Hail To The Days (To Drive The Cold Winter Away) Trad 

This is Classical Break, on Somer Valley FM and I’m Rupert Kirkham.  Today’s programme was written by Mike Burrows.  Its theme is Winter. 

Gian-Francesco Malipiero was a lonely figure among the Generation of The Eighties - 1880s, that is.  His style was personal:  he was capable of close musical reasoning, a brilliant sense of instrumental colour in combination, but held to no one system of any aspect of music, save instinct.  His music harks back to pastoral and courtly Italy, and forward into regions that are not for nostalgia or the musically faint-hearted.

It can be frankly illustrative of early music, birdsong, bells - or harsh, terse and distorted, and working progressions of thought through regardless of who can follow.  Here is the fourth partita of his Sinfonia Dello Zodiaco, which begins in chant and strict, four-part canon!  It is in three movements, for this Sinfonia is in twelve subdivisions - one each for the zodiacal signs - and divided equally into four ‘Partite’ - Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter...  The composer denied us the crutch of a detailed programme:  what programme there was was, he said, not to be told.  The Sinfonia was written  in 1951.  For its social context, the postwar period in Italy was a time of great bitterness, of the settlings of scores arising from the Fascist regime and its ruinous involvement in the Axis cause, an era of poverty, unemployment and the Marshall Plan.  American aid in funds and food-parcels had as much to do with support for the Left in Italy as with the privations and sufferings of a defeated nation.  In the 69 year-old Malipiero’s complex vision of Winter, there appears to be no place for hope, though there are moments of fleeting beauty and consonance.  It The Partita and Sinfonia end in cruel, growling discord. Perhaps, as Thomas Hardy put it, 

“If a way to the better there be, it exacts a full look at the worst.’

Tracks Three to Five:  Sinfonia Dello Zodiaco, Winter, Malipiero 

A near-contemporary of Caplet and Ravel, and taught by Vincent D’Indy at the Schola Cantorum in Paris, Deodat De Severac was a composer of the Languedoc in Southern France.   His output was largely of character--pieces descriptive of everyday life in this distinct region named after 1the language of its people, Oc.  Here is a movement from his  Georgic Suite, Le Chant De La Terre, or The Song of The Land.  Les Semailles, The Sowings - of seed.  In Winter, we think of - and look forward to - Spring. 

Track Six:  Le Chant De La Terre.  Les Semailles, de Severac  

To see a light moving on the ground in winter darkness is to wonder who carries it, where And why.  It is one of the memorable images from long winter nights, when wits are sharpened and curiosity excited that much more strongly, or when we are tired and reflective, the cold slowing our minds so that we take time to watch and think.  There can be thoughts of threat; who would be walking abroad on a night like this?

For the Jesuit poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins, the lantern that moves along the night and that interests our eyes is the light of soul.  In his late choral and orchestral work based on Hopkins’ poetry, Inscape, Edmund Rubbra set this idiosyncratic sonnet in a nocturne of some gravity.

                        “Men go by me whom either beauty bright
                          In mould or mind or whatnot else makes rare.
                        They rain against our much -thick and marsh air
                        Rich beams, till death or distance buys them quite...”

Hopkins cannot help them, ultimately as out of sight is out of mind; but Christ minds,

                      “Their ransom, their rescue, and first, last, fast friend.”  

Rubbra’s setting seems, aptly, to grow out of chant; the harp has an important, though sparely speaking role, heard bell-like and intermittently against other sombre colours of accompaniment.  

 Track Seven:  Inscape, 2nd Movt, Rubbra 

A song by Ivor Gurney, now, I will Go With My Father A-Ploughing.  The words are by the Irish poet, Joseph Campbell.  There is a wild quality to melody and harmonies - in Gurney’s musical vocabulary, they could be Celtic or Northern:  a similar quality informs his songs On Black Stitchel (a poem with Northumbrian setting), and The Fiddler of Dooney (setting Yeats).  This song has a tragic significance.  Gurney’s Father, a Gloucester tailor, was his hero, and had lately died; Dad, of all his relatives, had understood and admired his musical talent and ambition:  he had died during Gurney’s troubles after discharge from the Army, before he had so much as seen his son’s music in print... 

Track Eight:  I Will Go With My Father A-Ploughing  

The poor are always with us, as the scriptures have it.  For some, there is a simple explanation.  However unwelcome their attentions, however greedy and cruel they become in pursuit of other people’s fair shares; however many lives are broken or ended to provide that last refinement of power and luxury - the rich, too, are always with us.  A folksong now, a carol:  Cold Winter is Come.  Let’s not tolerate its message.  ‘A time to remember the poor’ is an institution in default of refusing at any time to regard poverty as social justice.  The person or persons who composed it have earned no posthumous fame, owing to his or their class.  An enlightened professional recorded it in 1891, before it, too, could die.

Track Nine:  Cold Winter Is Come, Trad 

Here’s a sonnet on Winter, written and read by Mike Burrows:

                                    Winter

         What comes down on the world is not held back
            By words, and protests remind of others –
            Others when mankind was less far off-track,
           That were demeaning enough.  Earth mothers
           The dead as well as she does the living –
           If anything, hugs the dead with more ease,
           The uncomplaining dead to whom giving
            And taking go deep beneath clay and freeze.
            Below the living root they have to lie:
            The poor man lies below the conduit
            Of available wealth, and his sad sigh
            Or rage is a matter of unspirit
            To the soulless for whom those sacrificed
            Are dwarfed by wealth as by the tree of Christ.

That last sprinkle of gold dust on a one-k-snifter as the world goes bust  is a particular pleasure and acquired taste. Local charity replaces the Welfare State,the poor have no cultural ambitions nor skills, no worthy hopes in life, only the dignity of work that they don’t choose.  Off waltz public amenities and common humanity and the rich do rather well - 60 Billion last year alone added to the assets of a thousand people now ‘worth’ between them nearly £400 Billion...  Those who cut, close and sell off our inheritance at will, and those who cost the country over £100 Billion pounds in lost tax-revenues each year, and Billions more in expropriation-contracts, evidently think winter smiles on local charity and ‘austerity’... The relevance to music in this is who writes, performs, criticizes and broadcasts the art-music of tomorrow?  Who grows up sufficiently in this atmosphere of falsehood and denial to create or assist creation in a rich tradition of a thousand years, the phenomenon of mankind’s musical communicativeness?  As music-charities scrabble for a scatter of pennies, children from less well-off backgrounds, it seems, have no entree and need not apply, as most outlets and institutions concerned in musical development close or raise their fees and we return to the days of the common man’s carol we have just heard - of two nationstwo musics.  A composer once watched people as they took their seats in one of our opera-houses and said, “Music starves, but the wealthy could live for months on the fat between their ears.”  Let’s hear Winter Wakeneth All My Care from John Rutter’s choral song-cycle with orchestral accompaniment, When Icicles Hang.

Track Ten:  Winter Wakeneth All My Care, Rutter

Here’s another song by Gurney.  It sets a poem by Edward Thomas. Snow is a brief portrayal of a little girl’s thoughts as she plays in the snow.  The little girl in question was the poet’s younger daughter, Mywanwy.  A strange, dream-like epiphany of universal suffering is treated with fugitive strokes as in a sketch.  The after-impression is of sensitivity and kindness:  the human warmth that snow cannot pretermit.  Gurney loved children and shared their games, preoccupations and humour with genuine enjoyment.  Edward Thomas was a less certain companion, oversensitive, afraid of derision and often simply impatient;  there is a stressed unease in his words:  you might say that in his anxiety to be truthful and avoid sentimentality, he could not find the way back to being young.  He would have been surprized and made sadder to know how his children loved and looked up to him...

 Track Eleven:  Snow, Gurney 

From snow to The Snowdrop, a song for female choir and orchestra from 1909-10, by the late romantic Russian composer, Alexander Grechaninov.

 Track Twelve:  Snow-dropGrechaninov

Born into a highly musical family in Whitchurch in Shropshire, Edward German began as a composer mainly of symphonic and orchestral works and incidental music for the theatre, but in middle life became a successful tunesmith in light opera, regarded as a successor to Sullivan at the Savoy Theatre.  Rather dead-headed criticism by George Bernard Shaw and other commentators had deterred him from more ambitious work, suggesting that his style was too theatrical! The tragedy of German is very English.  ‘Successful’, he wound up confessing, “To tell the truth, I’m afraid to write anymore, they would only laugh at me...”    A scrap of paper found among his last effects stated, “I die a disappointed man because my serious works have not been recognised...”  To put his real talents into perspective, it’s believed that Elgarenjoyed his music more than that of any other contemporary.   The trick is to listen to what German composed it is obvious that he was a progenitor of most of our tradition of ‘British Light Music’ in the 20th Century, but if the imitations are discounted, he can be heard as Elgar heard him, as a fresh, cosmopolitan voice influenced by French and Russian rather than Teutonic models.  His sound owes something to his Welsh blood (and the Welsh hymn-tradition), and the Marchlands in which  he grew up, but nothing to the music of British academicians.  Written for the Leeds Festival in 1899,  The Suite, The Seasons, is a Symphony in all but name.  The finale, Winter, is written in sonata--form, and is a stirring juxtaposition of a solemn hymn and brilliant tarantella, developed and combined at the close with Tchaikovskian fervour; the movement’s qualities are not a million miles from those of early Sibelius.  

This was Classical Break, on Somer Valley FM.  I’m Rupert Kirkham.  Today’s programme was researched and written by Mike Burrows.  We hope you enjoyed it and will join us again soon.  Thanks go to associate producer, Miss Suvi Burrows, aged eight, who requested the Edward German!  Goodbye!

Track Twelve:  Winter from The Seasons, German