Friday, 19 February 2016

CB Blake 20 & 21 February 2016

This is Classical Break on Somer Valley FM and I’m Rupert Kirkham. Today’s programme was researched and written by Mike Burrows. 
Let’s begin with a nocturne of great beauty written for tenor solo, solo viola, semi-chorus and orchestra, by Sir George Dyson,Night Hath No Wings, a conflation of verses by Robert Herrick and Isaac Williams.  
It forms the third movement of a massive “Cycle of Poems” written for performance at the Three Choirs Festival:  Quo Vadis, or in English, Whither goest thou?  The austere timbre of the viola sets the tone for what follows:  an arioso not far removed in melodic or harmonic style from those of the Seventeenth Century of Herrick - incidentally, Isaac Williams was a Victorian and follower of the Oxford Movement.  
Dyson sets the words with modest aptness, but smouldering intensity in which voice, viola and strings vie in pathos, woodwind - flute and clarinet -introducing a kind of sickroom closeness.  Pizzicati punctuate.   
 
Night hath no wings for him that cannot sleep;
And time seems then not to fly, but creep;
Slowly her chariot drives as if that she
Had broke her wheel...
In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress...
When God knows I’m tossed about
Either with despair or doubt,
Yet before the glass be out,
Sweet spirit, comfort me...

Consolation comes slowly and unsurely with Isaac Williams’ smoother, longer-lined verse: 

Unto the east we turn with watchful eyes
Where opens the white haze of silvery lawn
And the still trees stand in the streak of dawn...

The sub-chorus sing, first soothingly, then, after further protest from the soloist, with pizzicato tread of strings...
With a restatement of Herrick’s verse beginning, In The hour of my distress, comfort is perhaps felt at the close, with its repetitions of the words comfort me, and a dying fall.  Written for the cancelled Three Choirs Festival of 1939, Quo Vadis was performed in full only in 1949.
Track One:  Quo Vadis, Night Hath No Wings,  Dyson (10.30 min) 
Next, an improvization by the clarinettist, Richard Stolzmann and the percussion-group, Nexus. Eternal Triangle Beckons
Track Two:  Eternal Triangle Beckons, Stolzmann/Nexus (6.23 min)
Now, a group of orchestral songs by the Finnish composer, Jean Sibelius, all performed by Kirsten Flagstad, and the London Symphony Orchestra, under Oivin Fjelstad.  These are marvellously idiomatic renderings.   First off,Since Then I have Questioned No Further, a setting of a poem by Runeberg, dates from early in its composer’s careerand was praised for its folkishly lyrical quality by no less a figure than Johannes Brahms, when performed at a soiree in Vienna.  In his maturity, Sibelius orchestrated the song in customary neutral tones of effectiveness. 
Why is Spring so fleeting,
Why does Summer never last
Thus did I used to wonde
And ask many a person in vain...
Track Three:  Since Then I have Questioned No Further, Sibelius (2.22 min)
But My Bird Is Nowhere To Be Seen is a song from Sibelius’ maturity, around the time of his Second Symphony, and instinct with pity and sadness that gnaws at the heart of mankind whatever the season.  The poem is again by Runeberg.  A girl longs for her lover, who does not return with Spring, the swan, the lark, the curlew...
Track Four:  But My Bird Is Nowhere To Be Seen, Sibelius (2.43 min)
The last of our Sibelius songs today is To The Night, a setting of AV Forsman-Koskiemies from the period of Since Then I have Questioned No Further.  The spirit of the singer hastens to meet comforting night.
Track Five:  To The Night, Sibelius (1.36 min)












Now, a work for trumpet solo and string orchestra by the Armenian--Scottish American composer, Alan Hovhaness.  The great crisis in his career - rejection by his teachers at Tanglewood Music School after the award of a scholarship - was two years behind him when he set to work on this piece.   It portrays a heroic priest, the eponymous Khrimian Hairig, who led his people through many persecutions.  The trumpet intones as the voice of this man, the strings’ block--chordal responses growing in fervour and canonic contrapuntal independence.  Armenian semitones spice modal forms of chant.  There are moments of holy calm as at the beginning.  The fullest statement of the melodic material is reserved until the close, and broadens in typical idealistic statement, the trumpet like a golden crown.  The piece is subdivided into three sections: The Chalice of Holiness; Wings of Compassion and The Triumph of Faith.  Khrimian Hairig, by Alan Hovhaness. 
Track 6:  Khrimian Hairig, Alan Hovhaness (7.39 min)
Our last work today is the Clarinet Concerto by Howard Blake.  Blake, a Londoner born in 1938, studied as a pianist and composer at the Royal Academy of Music, his lessons in composition given by the Belfast-born pianist-composer, Howard Ferguson.  His catalogue of works is massive, running into over nine hundred opus numbers:  but he has worked intensively as an accompanist and conductor, this secondary hectic career involving much travel and exposure to many styles of music ranging from pop, through jazz, to modern art-music.  A brilliant pasticheur, he has written much music in a tonal idiom recognizably influenced by that of his own teacher, Ferguson, Gerald Finzi, Hindemith, Delius and Peter Warlock.  You will know him by his music for the film, The Snowman
It is fair to say that this much-commissioned composer has an ability to create music that is sometimes described as ‘accessible’.  The idiom is approachable and recognizably of a tradition. 
It’s not revolutionary in style, and for many decades, this was to say that music was dull or fake: in the days when a culture of ‘lightning war’ seems to have been the anti-aesthetic believed on by all fashionable terrible infants and BBC Controllers.
Blake’s Concerto is structurally akin to that by Gerald Finzi (who was himself under-appreciated by movers and shakers in his life-time), and covers much the same emotional range, beginning with a flourish - though one provided by the soloist rather than strings. The first movement, Invocation: Recitativo-Moderato, Molto Deciso,  opens in near-blues, which are supplanted by a mediaeval chant-sounding first subject coloured by the clarinet. Brusque onward movement is held back by the tug of doubt or sadness, complex canonic or imitational textures or semitonal sighs.  The scoring is harsh, with many misalliances in instruments’ weaker registers; the sense of driven-ness not to be put away as the flourish and chant are developed against an ever-changing background of counterpoint.  The semitonal sighs are heard most affectingly in a moment notable for high violin harmonics and held notes in the horn.  The inexhaustible energy and variety in the music builds to baroque or Finzi-like use of high strings with bass accompaniment, leading to a stalking climax, jabbing Dies Irae unisons punctuating the chant-theme. The opening flourish - and clarinet - enter, and a slow fading chord coloured by the horn ends the movement. 
Track Five:  Invocation: Recitativo-Allegro Deciso (7.51 min)       .
The Second Movement, Recitativo - Lento Serioso, is possibly haunted by Ravel’s piano-piece,Le Ghibet, another emotionally complex inspiration.  It begins with the flourish that began the first, but soon, the matter is proved to be a development of the high violin harmonics figure in amongst the imaginative thematic transformations later on.  Again, the horns are involved.  The clarinet and violins with cautionary matter from other parts of the orchestra build to a brief climax - underpinned by an upward scale - and a lowish consolatory sound is made by horn and warbling clarinet and other woodwind in exchanges of the melodic line. Tension comes in on the high strings, stridency bringing back the swaying semitones on misallied woodwind - oboe noticeable - and brass.  Again, the music seeks to expand, and the oboe has its moment, answered by the clarinet.  The upward scale is heard from underneath.  Again, there is consolation, and the strings lead the warmer but quietly peremptory winding-down. 
Track Six:  Ceremony:  Recitativo-Lento Serioso (7.12 min)
The Finale is a Round Dance, marked Vivace.  An impish variation on the solo flourish leads to a jog-trot similar to the chant of the first movement.  Woodwind have a counter-melody that is flat in curve, more blues-like or jazzy and so modern in sound. 
It may remind one of the spikier inspirations of Malcolm Arnold. The clarinet soon dominates it, as does the opening matter.  The semitonal swaying from the first two movements is heard with pizzicato accompaniment and what become roulades in the solo-part.  The chant-like theme is still there.  A crescendo grows with chuckling outbursts from woodwind and a more haunting air in the clarinet’s restricted figures. The opening music of the rondo returns - barer, more gaunt.  Time is passing, even the clarinet is audibly flagging - or a final effort is inspired by the counter-melody, scotched at last by horn and rounded off by woodwind, strings and brass - the clarinet in at the very last.
This was Classical Break on Somer Valley FM , and I’m Rupert Kirkham.  Today’s Programme was researched and written by Mike Burrows.  We hope that you enjoyed it and will join us again soon.  Goodbye!       
Track Seven:  Round Dance: Vivace (6.28 min)

Friday, 12 February 2016

CB Night: 13 & 14 February 2016

Classical Break: Night

(This is a repeat from 2010)



Intro Track: Milford, Slow Minuet and Trio. Fade out.




Hullo, this is Classical Break on Somer Valley FM, and I’m Mike Burrows. All the pieces on today’s programme were inspired by night, a time for reflection, for exploration, for insomnia or sleep, a time when day recedes and there is respite, with an access of heightened consciousness of life, self and environment - or loneliness in the space opened; when memories and dreams are self-sufficient or look to the future, though there may be doubts, fears and nightmares waking or sleeping, and with them, a sense that the sun may not return. Lucretius, the Roman Poet, wrote that it was not possible that earliest man wandered the earth wailing in his dread that the sun had gone down forever, but others have remarked on Man’s inability to learn from remission of personal existential anguish! We shall begin at the beginning, at nightfall. Our first piece is by the French composer, teacher of many eminent composers and musicians and biographer of his own revered master, César Franck, Vincent D’Indy, who was born in 1851 and died in 1931. It forms the last movement of his roughly half-an-hour-long triptych for orchestra, Jour D’Éte À La Montagne. The mountain was visible from his estate at Faugs in the Ardêche Region.In this tone-poem, he describes a Summer day spent on the wooded slopes - Aurora, Daytime Beneath The Pine-trees and Evening. Opening brightly and practically, Evening is yet well-headed by a superscription from a contemporary poet, Roger de Pamplonne:
  “O Night! - eternal harmony subsists under your veil!”




Fiercely dogmatic in all matters, especially music and religion, D’Indy’s evocation of nightfall includes a quotation of plainsong associated with the Feast of The Assumption, sounded on the horn and mused on unhesitatingly by the orchestra, but it is the masterly, veiled, velvet tones of earth-deep mystery by which he puts the day to bed that will remain in the memory of most listeners. The ‘thick’ Wagnerian scoring permits subtleties of colour that register more resonantly every time this work is heard. Listen for slow, deep octaves in the strings and a last bird-call - an owl - before the close. This is dusk turning to night. No instrument sounds without being contingent on another for the full truth in this hauntingly mysterious process; the oboe adds its own peculiar plangency. The music is developed symphonically, that is, by organic, exclusively musical procedures, and yet remains vividly pictorial. What Debussy did for Eastborne in La Mer, D’Indy did for Faugs in his Summer Day On The Mountain. Let’s hear this finale to a labour of love if ever there was one: Evening.




Track One: D’Indy: Jour D’Éte À La Montagne Movt lll




Ottorino Respighi (1879-1936), taught by Martucci and Rimsky-Korsakov, lived almost only for music. He was a tireless editor and arranger of other men’s work, a teacher and prolific composer in his own right. For him, unusually for an Italian of his day, operas were almost a sideline - though as a prolific artist he wrote several - his main compositional interests being in the realm of orchestral and instrumental music and songs. He is best-known for three tone--poems portraying Rome Ancient and modern - The Fountains of Rome, The Pines of Rome and Roman Festivals. Here is a movement from The Pines of Rome, a depiction of the pines of a hill sacred to the Roman Kings, Ianiculum, or the Ianicolo, by night.




The rich beauty of his scoring is pellucid, cool, mild, woodwind, piano, celesta and strings having the sheen of blue night air, a restfulness in which as dreamers turn in their sleep, one feels a sense of blessedness in being awake. At one time, there was much nonsense talked about a particular unprecedented feature of the music, but this feature came as a surprize to me when I first heard it, and if you’ve never heard it yourself, it may seem all the more beautiful and imaginative.




You can’t miss what takes over from trilling woodwind and violins to make explicit what the movement has taken almost as its text.




Track Two: Respighi: Pines of Rome, The Pines of The Ianicolo




That was The Pines of The Ianicolo by Respighi, written in 1924, played by the Orchestre de la
Suisse Romande, conducted by their founder, Ernest Ansermet. They accompanied the recording of an amateur singer of real promise. In the old days, a stone gramophone, presumably one with a good acoustic box for amplification, had to be set up in front of the orchestra for the true voice of a nightingale to steal out over the audience from a shellac record.




This is Classical Break on Somer Valley FM, and I’m Mike Burrows. The theme today is evocation of night in music.




The Lyke-Wake Dirge, a North Country verse of uncertain date grimly treating mortality and the everlasting torment that awaits sinners has been set by a surprizing number of composers in the past ninety years - Bax and Britten being two of the more eminent of them. Geoffrey Burgon, born in Hampshire in 1941 perhaps wrote the most striking example for a radio-play, The Cold Country, about the end of an ill-fated Arctic expedition, broadcast in 1972. The setting is also the barest that I have heard, sung unaccompanied by two counter-tenors moving in canon, as though advancing a pace apart. There is an icy fire of fanaticism or implacable grace about this music. That people who speak of love can also speak of Hell, and have the most disturbingly cruel visions of it. If ever you have been left out in the cold, with no notion of how to gain shelter, or no opportunity, you will feel it.This Ean Night.




Track Three: Burgon: This Ean Night




Next, a song by the Gloucestershire poet and composer, Ivor Gurney, (1890-l937). As a Private soldier of the Second/Fifth Gloucesters, he served bravely in the Ypres Salient and suffered a breakdown in consequence. Seen by the War Office as being employable, he was discharged on a half-pension, about ten-and-six weekly, and tried to resume his interrupted studies at the Royal College of Music, and claim a position in peace-time society as a composer and ‘First War-Poet’. His songs - mainly for voice and piano, were occasionally published - one cycle won him a Carnegie Award - but whereas two books of his early poems had been published, those in his more personal manner disconcerted most editors. He could not find settled employment or a lasting home, and four years passed by in the furious writing of songs, chamber-music, at least one orchestral piece, and collection after collection of poems, the symptoms of shell-shock and breakdown steadily growing on him as he laboured on farms, in food-storage depots and as a cinema-pianist and civil service clerk to support himself and work on his songs and poems with a clear mind and conscience.




He had always been capable of concentration - writing poems and even music at the Front, for example, but self-control suddenly collapsed, disappointed in its hopes of recognition, though he had no shortage of literary and musical friends who tried to look out for him in a society that was inimical to artistic productivity. He was certified and hospitalized at Barnwood and then Dartford Asylum for the rest of his life, where, amazingly, such were his strength of mind and character, that he continued to work, recasting and composing.




I imagine the night-walker finding a place to lay his head in the Cotswold hills above Cheltenham when I hear Most Holy Night, a song for voice and piano setting words by his hero, Hillaire Belloc, whom he had much enjoyed reading in spare moments during army service.
“Most holy night, that dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my eyelids close,
Grant me repose...

Let them that guard the horned moon
By my bedside their memories croon,
So shall I have new dreams and blest
In my brief rest...”




Track Four: Ivor Gurney: Most Holy Night




Traditionally, for poets and some others, the night is a time to feel separation from one’s beloved. Next, a song from the Red Army Chorus and Band: by Mokrousov, You Are Always Beautiful - a soldier thinks of his beloved; while the Northern Lights are chill, with her, happy or sad, it is warm. Soon, their wedding-day will dawn.




Track Five: Mokrousov: You Are Always Beautiful.




Our next piece is by the modernist French composer, Maurice Ohana, an older contemporary of Messaien. It is the first movement of a group of pieces for small ensemble - flute/piccolo, two zithers – one tuned chromatically, the other in third-note microtone intervals - piano and percussion - Signes - L’Arbre, symbolic representations of a tree; this movement is entitled L’Arbre Dans La Nuit, The Tree At Night. The sound is intended to evoke not only the night of a tree but also the style of Japanese ritual-music.




Track Six: Maurice Ohana: Signes - L’Arbre. L’Arbre Dans La Nuit.




Now, a song by EJ Moeran, Far In A Western Brookland.




Born in 1894, he was another student at the RCM who came to grief in the Great War. In his case, service meant being a dispatch--rider and ended when he was badly injured about head and neck by shrapnel. Like Gurney, who was first shot through the arm and then won a blighty by being lightly gassed, there was no escape from the injuries Moeran suffered. After the War, he composed in spite of his wounds and bouts of drinking that dulled severe headache and depression.




He could not be as prolific as Gurney, but wrote songs, choral pieces, chamber music, orchestral works - small tone-poems and rhapsodies – and from the ‘Thirties on, a Symphony and Concertos for Violin and Cello. Brought up in Norfolk, he was inspired by folksong and his Irish ancestry. Making friends with the composer Peter Warlock, and living with him for a time began an interest in Early Music.




Another enthusiasm produced the song Far In A Western Brookland in 1925, nearly ten years after a dry run. The poems of AE Housman attracted many composers by their neat form, countryside imagery and romantic longing, the Shropshire Lad who settled to work in London, leaving behind his home, his past, everything that had made him, had real resonance with the poets and composers who sought to make their names in the metropolis in the first years of the Last Century. Perhaps of the composers, Gurney, as the son of a tailor, came nearest to being what one might think of as a lad, but Moeran here writes one of the best songs about longing for home by night that can be imagined. It has a breath-taking stillness and pathos.




Track Seven: EJ Moeran: Far In A Western Brookland




The American composer, Charles Ives, was music’s only significant composer to make a fortune from selling life-insurance as a partner in a firm founded by him and a friend, and life-insurance’s rarest of types, an honest man, but then, he was a New Englander. He was a hard worker, composing by night after the day’s work, often at his firm’s office; his safe became a repository for scores and fragments of scores that are still being deciphered to this day. He published his own songs and was discovered by the musical world after a retirement brought upon him by the loss of his health. Some time before this, in one of those sad episodes where people wonder what might have been, Gustav Mahler had obtained the score of one of his symphonies whilst in New York, but died before he could present it in Austria.




Over the remaining years of Ives’ life, interest in his music grew and there were performances in Europe and North America, Ives himself viewing the process with alternate impatience and scorn. To his home--town, Danbury, he was a hero, his father’s son - his father had been bandmaster there, and a respected citizen. Ives believed that his Father had made him and his style, that his Father should have had recognition for anticipating many of modern music’s ‘isms. As it was, poly--rhythms, polytonality, atonality, the admixture of popular tunes with original material in collages of sound had maddened or fascinated those around Charles for many decades before music could catch up. One of Ives’ pet projects was a Universe Symphony in which he would render the music of the spheres as he heard it. He had done much to render New England and New York into music, and as a transcendentalist, was unafraid of big projects - if he did them, he did them!


Let’s hear his short piece, entitled simply Hallowe’en. The flames of a bonfire leap, creating crazy shadows in the darkness, as a clumsy seasonal buggaboo limps towards us.




Track Eight: Ives: Hallowe’en




Things that go bump in the night as imagined by the semi-serious child in Charles Ives. For our last piece today, we turn to Camille Saint-Saens, 1835-1921. He wrote a series of tone-poems when the form was yet quite young.



Danse Macabre was based on a short song of the same name and setting a poem by Henri Cazalis. It describes a centuries-old conceit, the Dance of Death: as midnight strikes in the churchyard, Death tunes his fiddle; he taps on the tomb-tops to raise the dead, who answer the call - and night-through, they dance - only the cock-crow stills them and at that, Death himself smiles his rictus and fades from sight. This dance-set of the dead is more energetic and touching than frightening, in spite of all manipulation of the mediaeval chant, the Dies Irae, as a compulsive waltz with affectionate asides takes hold and the wind in the trees is to be imagined as growing higher as excited movement becomes more furious.




Four instances of scoring are noticeable and celebrated, the use of horn and harp to portray the church clock’s striking midnight, the flattening of the solo violinist’s E-string by a semi-tone for the instrument to sound rougher and more sour to the ear, imitating the timbres of a country fiddler, the xylophone representing the rattle of bones and the oboe’s voice sounding cock-crow, but the piece, finding space for fugal writing, is perfectly formed - as are most of Saint-Saens’ multitudinous works, and paced and developed as well as it is orchestrated.




Let’s finish, then, with Danse Macabre, and meet dawn that comes courtesy of Saint-Saens. This was Classical Break on Somer Valley FM, and I’m Mike Burrows. Hope to have your company again soon!




Track Nine: Saint-Saens: Danse Macabre




Tail Track: Milford, Slow Minuet and Trio. Fade out.

Friday, 29 January 2016

CB Rachmaninov 1st Symphony 6 & 7 February

CLASSICAL BREAK
Rachmaninoff’s First Symphony in D Minor, Op13
NOTE:  This script is the original version, but due to it overrunning our time slot, the final programme omits some of the introductory analysis. I have left it in here for interest. 

 “If there were a conservatory in Hell, if one of its talented students were instructed to write a  programme symphony on “The Seven Plagues of Egypt”, and if he were to compose a symphony like Mr Rachmaninov’s, then he would have fulfilled his task brilliantly and would bring delight to the inhabitants of Hell.  But for the time being we are still living on earth, and this music has a depressing effect on us, with its broken rhythms, obscurity and vagueness of form, the meaningless repetition of the same short tricks, the nasal sound of the orchestra, the intense crash of brass, and above all the sickly, perverse hamonization and quasi-melodic outlines, and the complete lack of simplicity and naturalness, the complete lack of themes.”


With these words were dismissed the ambitions of a twenty-four year-old graduate pianist and composer; not just any graduate either, but the Gold Medal-holding Sergei Vasileyevitch Rachmaninoff, lately of the Moscow Conservatoire.  This is Classical Break, on Somer Valley FM, and I’m Rupert Kirkham.  Today’s programme is given over to Rachmaninoff’s extraordinary First Symphony, a work repudiated by him after a disastrous premiere at St Petersburg, given by the Russian Orchestral Society and conducted by Alexandr Glazunov.
Rachmaninoff himself tore up the score and later described it to a close friend as strained, childish and bombastic, but not wholly weak, its worse fault being bad orchestration; furthermore, he could not understand how a musician like Glazunov - one of Russia’s foremost composers and teachers, a great figure among the staff at the St Petersburg Conservatoire - could have conducted  so badly.  Rachmaninoff’s cousin, later his wife, claimed Glazunov had been drunk. 
The First Symphony in D Minor is scored for large orchestra.  From double-basses and (superb) tuba up to piccolo, the instrumentation is extremely well judged.  The form is cyclical with a short, snarling motto that colours or generates all the matter of its four movements.  Autocratically expressive,   this is possibly the first Russian symphony to take its chapter and verse from knowledge of znameniy or Orthodox liturgical chants as well as folk-music, and it echoes also the bells of Mousorgsky’s Boris Gudonov.  Moreover, the Catholic chant, Dies Irae, an idée-fixe of that other pianist composer, Franz Liszt, Is never far from the shape of things. Rachmaninoff was to make this fate-motif his own - it occurs in almost all his large-scale works! 


Cue:  Extract from Piano Trio in D Minor, Rachmaninoff
The first four notes of the motto-theme and an element of the second subject may have been carried over deliberately from the massive slow movement of the elegaic second Piano Trio in D Minor - written in memory of Tchaikovsky, who had mostly been very encouraging of Rachmaninoff’s efforts; assisted as an examiner in his graduation and died tragically two years before the Symphony was begun. The score is headed with the words, “Vengeance is mine (saith the Lord) I will repay.”  This quotation from the Scriptures occurs in Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, of which more later..
The brass motto with which the symphony opens is reminiscent of the beginning of Borodin’s Second Symphony.
Cue:  Opening of Second Symphony In B Minor, Borodin
CueMotto and 1st Subject, Rachmaninoff
Besides a hint of the Dies Irae, there’s a woody coolness and purpose to the first subject, a continuation of the motto-theme - clarinet and then oboe prominent -  the first subject is built up of phrases from liturgical chants, a process his listeners would have been aware of on first hearing.  The subject has kinship  with the allegros of Rimsky-Korsakov, athletic, loose-limbed only because relying on sequence, the self-repetition of Jchoice narrow intervals, and contrapuntal entries.  Descending scalic figures - the clarinet’s being most noticeable - are built into the material.  A curious, overshadowed quality comes with changes in dynamics and scoring.   Tension rises to the hard-hitting first brassy climax, with its repeated-note tattoo - powerful in the lower brass and with an edge of hysteria added by the trumpet; it  falls away in murmurs - and in twirls the sinuous, feminine second subject on violins, astringent appoggiatura not permitting sinuousness to be relaxed.  The oboe, flutes and clarinet add plangency, the swell of the theme given the Tchaikovskian treatment - passionate first violins in unison, the horns glowing.
 Cue:  Second Subject, Rachmaninoff


A kind of gipsy-music or orientalism is found in it, not unlike the orientalism of Balakirev, Borodin and Rimsky-Korsakov - composers venerated by the St Petersburg Conservatoire.  Rachmaninoff had written a stipulated one-act opera for his graduation exercise - Aleko, a story of gipsy life.  After a close - the motto murmuring - the development begins as does that of Tchaikovsky’s Sixth Symphony, The Pathetique:  with a loud crash on brass and percussion. Here is the Tchaikovsky.
Cue:  Diminuendo and Outset of 1st Movt Development of Sixth Symphony in B Minor, Tchaikovsky.
And, for the last of these brief cues, here is the Rachmaninoff:
Cue:  Diminuendo and Outset of Development, Rachmaninoff  
A trumpet-shriek - the motto theme in an instant!  The divided strings launch into a fugato based on it.  Their lack of support elsewhere makes keeping their pitch tricky. 
More is brewing, with vindictive fanfare- and plainchant-like brass twitted by high woodwind, even as the motto sounds underneath on horns.  The strings reassert themselves:  in crashes a variant of the motto, with new, perhaps ‘perverse’ brass chords of real keenness - piccolo - and in some performances, glockenspiel -tingling atop what seem like deepbells.  The trumpets answer trombones and horns in antiphon.  Sublimity!  Yet  the effect of an upward pressure narrows the harmonic scope of the fanfare, if not the melodic.. It is  an intensely personal, memorable transformation, terse and ringing, swaying between feelings of major and minor. The music moves on as the strings take the theme over, returning it to its striving first subject shape.
diminuendo.  All seems indistinct, misty - and clears as the second-subject comes in on flute.  It is now possible to hear this theme as a feminized development of the first subject; its deeply appoggiatura-ed hesitancy and ultimate fervour, and, at last, rich scoring remain moving in this reprise.  The episode of misty indistinctness heard earlier is altered to be like the swing of the tide, rocking.  The brass - gapped chords moving up the scale - presage the close of the movement.  Building up to a savage end derived from what went before it, dovetailing, canons and imitations between the sections of the orchestra now rend reticence to bits.  Derived from the first and second subject and the upward scale that accompanies the first subject, the final cadence, several lashing blows of Fate or impatience, is masterful.  
Track One:  First Symphony, l Grave, Allegro Ma Non Troppo, Rachmaninoff (13.45 min)
This is Classical Break on Somer Valley FM, and I’m Rupert Kirkham.  Today’s programme is devoted to one piece, the Symphony in D Minor by Rachmaninoff.  What hectored critics missed at the premiere was that the ‘perversity’ they perceived is a source of great expressive power.  They reacted against the music’s commandingness, its organization, its aesthetic consistency and yet originality.  The orchestral parts survived, mostly complete, and were exhumed from the Leningrad Conservatoire archives in 1944.  The Symphony was performed in a typical Soviet volte-face the following year:  the performance of Rachmaninoff’s works in the Soviet Union had been banned a while after his escape from Revolutionary Russia.  A celebrity world--wide, he had made no secret, everywhere he went, of his hatred of the crimes of Bolshevism.  He had died in Beverly Hills the previous year, and the discovery proved that he belonged to Soviet Russia after all...  Rachmaninoff, who’d suffered from crippling nostalgia for his country, would not have liked the irony.
That quotation, Vengeance is mine (saith the Lord) I will repay.  Rachmaninoff meant it to be a reference to Anna Karenina - the verse is quoted in the novel, apparently - but also to a lately-concluded affair with a married lady of gipsy blood!  The piece was dedicated to her - A.L. - Anna Alexandrovna Lodizhenskaya. 
Beginning with the motto-theme made douce, a simple, telling transformation in context, The second movement is an intermezzo rather than scherzo, mostly lightly scored.  It seems like woodland music, darting, as if breeze-blown among birch-trees - delicate with woodland flowers, the viola at times wry in solos less airy than the flute’s.  It is a hypersensitive mood-piece, a fantasy of alternate tensions on derivatives of first movement material.  There are harsh, driven moments on brass and lower strings, the first movement’s snarl and motto-theme never distant.  Where the music is brightest, most fine--spun, where it suggests sweetness or the slightest shade or fragrance, is perhaps where Anna is found and dwelt on.  Glazunov made a cut in this movement for the premiere.
After the viola’s nervy solo, the dark elements rise - only to be partly soothed and brought back to the mercurial mood and music of the opening.  Contrarities die out at last in the motto and semitonal oscillation.
Track Two:  ll Allegro Animato.
Another movement of kaleidoscopic orchestration, the third movement is a beautifully-scored love song with lyrical woodwind solos and delicate touches of appoggiatura from the violins and violas.  It begins with the fate-motif and develops the Symphony’s first and second subjects.  Beauty is interrupted by a passage  of savage foreboding in the bass of the orchestra, symbolizing jealousy with the Dies Irae, perhaps.  The viola picks up the song where it left off, and real passion - and hypersensitivity - return to the music, building through repetition and counterpointing of the two tunes of the first movement, the masculine first subject smearing the outline of the feminine second.  These  processes are the structure of this music.  Appoggiatura in lower strings and horn-tone seem either to soothe or to increase pain.  The music dies away overshadowed by a rocking alternation of tones on clarinet.  Dies Irae tells us that the day of judgement is near.









Track Three:  lll Larghetto
The last movement is lashed by brass and percussion into beginning proudly, with dotted-note fanfares.  The first subject of the symphony returns, triumphant and sinister.  It is continued by a zigeuner-like insistence on rhythm in the cellos and double-basses in particular - the horn adds foreboding.  This music was written years before Stravinsky’s percussive, motoric but rhythmically disruptive style became fashionable.  The feminine second subject sweeps one on, now, with Tchaikovskian swelling horns in canon, and castanets imitated by tambourine.  Hectoring brass breaks in with the motto fanfares; a diminuendo brings in the oboe in Anna’s theme.  It is taken up with an accompaniment of nervous quivering in the strings - time is running out.  The deep strings add a swell to the yearning - the horn still doesn’t achieve more than pathos - the gipsy-dance moments drop in exhaustion.  A lulling episode is followed by a bass-led revivification of the gaunt fate-music, with its odd rhythms and ruthlessness more marked, the violas characteristically dry and wiry in tone.
The sweep of the movement continues -down, the obsessive motto brushing aside gipsy tambourine, growing ever more frenetic yet apt to its context, and now, we’re at the ferocious climax of the entire Symphony, repeated whiplash phrases of the first subject or motto-theme continuation more and more short, sharp and frantic, reaching the listener’s breaking point, which comes soon enough, with the finality of drums and tam-tam, the motto-theme sombre in slow deep waves that return us to an image of the tide, one bleak stretch of coast; then, like a tidal wave that one has not seen in its rising, but turns to as it topples - or the wave that one has waited for and now throws oneself into - that last terrifying conflict, a downward chromatic scale pitted against, and out of step with, an upward, and broken thematic phrases in addition, the violins divided, sounding their own semitonal clash, screaming their way down on and through those upward, harmonized sequences of chromatic brass and other interjections until the alto and deeper instruments harmonizes in the downward scale, the violins still out of step - bearing down on everything.  The scale ends in a two-fold downward sequence derived from a four-note element of the second - feminine - subject, semitone-minor-third-semitone; in fact, the whole climax is an immense development of the feminine subject against first subject upward scale and Dies Irae. Curiously there is an echo of Wagner’s Flying Dutchman in there. 
We are left with reiteration of the opening of the motto-theme - altered subtlely from its other appearances - and at first with a response-phrase reminiscent of Dies Irae.  The procession is accompanied by regularly spaced drum-beats and crashes from the tam-tam, until, after five repetitions in the major, the movement is brought to a dead stop, by two identical, thudded chords.  Anna Karenina dies by suicide - throwing herself under the wheels of a railway-engine.  Here, antedating musique mechanique by about thirty years, Rachmaninoff’s First Symphony ends by appearing to evoke just such a death - one is left with the blind, remorseless force  of steam driving tons of steel.  









Track Four:  lV Allegro Con Fuoco
Glazunov’s fluent, ingratiating First Symphony had been premiered when he had been sixteen.  It had been a triumph.  At the premiere of his First Symphony, the twenty-four year-old Rachmaninoff left the hall to pace outside, wringing his hands at the terrible discords he heard.  Had he truly written these sounds? Of course, he most probably had written many of them - calculated them ruthlessly,  as contrapuntal clashes and as-logical harmonic progressions.
The critique that headed our programme - was by Cesar Cui, the least talented of the Moguchaya Kuchka or ‘Mighty Handful’ of great St Petersburg composers - Balakirev, Borodin, Moussorgsky, Rimsky-Korsakov having been the others.  Regarding themselves as the Pan-Slavist torch-bearers for Russian music, they had been rivals to the ‘westernizing’ Nicolai Rubenstein/Tchaikovsky axis in Moscow.  Years previously, Rimsky--Korsakov had groomed Glazunov for stardom...Rachmaninoff had been groomed by Zverev, Arensky and Taneiev, the first two figures Tchaikovskians, the last an expert in Flemish polyphony whose counterpoint-classes had taught Rachmaninoff a great deal. In Rachmaninoff’s last major work, the Symphonic Dances, there is a moment where the first subject of his First Symphony rises almost as if from the grave, shining and beautiful: and the late work - from nearly fifty years on - builds on the quotation of an Easter chant in its later stages. 
Cue from Symphonic Dances, l Non Allegro, Rachmaninoff
Resurrection came, beyond the imagining of the critics of that first performance - or the conscious hopes of Rachmaninoff, himself, who had the misfortune to be a young man caught between old factions fighting for influence over the future of Russian music, the death of Tchaikovsky having left everything to play for! Pace Mister Cui, it is possible not to be an inhabitant of Hell and yet see the critic as a brilliantly perceptive bigot:  his descriptions of the symphony apt so long as one discounts his aesthetic, which leads him to enumerate strengths as weaknesses!  You’ve been listening to Classical Break on Somer Valley FM, and I’m Rupert Kirkham.  Today’s programme was written by Mike Burrows.  We hope you enjoyed it and will join us again soon.  Goodbye!

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?)