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Albert Roussel ► Serenade for flute, string trio, and harp, op. 30 (1925) I. Allegro II. Andante III. Presto ○ Mirage Quintet
I love how well Roussel writes for these instruments from a “shop” standpoint. Also, it’s crazy imaginative and beautiful music. Every so often I remember Roussel, and all is well again.
Percy Grainger ► Walking Tune (piano version) ○ Penelope Thwaites
Because everything is verdant here; soon IT’S GONNA BE MAY, y’all.
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Rameau/Godowsky ► Tambourin
Earl Wild
It does require a fairly dystopian strain of doublethink for a company to celebrate how hard and how constantly its employees must work to make a living, given that these companies are themselves setting the terms
The Gig Economy Celebrates Working Yourself to Death - The New Yorker (via nathanjurgenson)
Persichetti ► Three toccatinas, op. 142 (1979) I. Ben articolato II. Grazioso III. Caloroso
Philip Amalong
There are many forms of dullness—and cleverness is among the worst.
Thomas Mann The Magic Mountain
Thomas Matyas
Retrograde Canon
Oil on board, 2017
One of the things I’m awfully quick to get into when working with young singers is language. I don’t mean diction.There’s that, too, of course. But I’m talking about the actual linguistic and literary content of the text, particularly in art song.
Something that continually flabbergasts me—and I mean this as neutrally as possible, without any hint of condescension—is the fact that so many otherwise earnest and capable students of singing seem to be 100% alright with bringing to the table a level of text comprehension which is somewhere between hazy and non-existent. I encounter this all the time. It’s mind-boggling, particularly when their teachers and mentors don’t seem particularly concerned about it, either.
It’s mind-boggling chiefly because I myself would never find the motivation to sing something at all, without the meaning first fixed firmly in mind.
Without this bedrock, the singer’s worldview is only this:
And I get that: there’s a relentless orientation toward the “final product,” and in my experience singers are rather more susceptible to this than instrumentalists, on the whole. Many of them will get all the way through the studio class or the recital without having the faintest notion that the poet has turned a subjunctive phrase in irony, or that a wry allusion is being drawn, if they can. And they can, so they do.
The choice of shoes, carriage of the hands and arms, and the clarity of the vowel must be minded closely, but not the poetry. Teacher smiles approvingly. Nice performance.
One of the surest signs that the actual, you know, substance and content of the piece are being glossed over a tad is when a singer, whether in his native language or another, gets the stanzas all crossed up: “♫In einem Bächlein helle, da schoss in froher Eil’ / und sah’s mit kaltem ... Blu-...-te... ♫
...Ruh-roh. May we begin again?”
This happens because the act of performance has been rehearsed without the meaning having been completely internalized first.
For me, it’s entirely natural for the absorption and rumination of the text to be well underway long before groundbreaking has begun with the music itself. That’s the process I’m comfortable with and enjoy the most—and it’s exactly the same when I’m accompanying.
I’m beginning to make peace with the idea that it’s not so for everyone, though.
With the singers I coach, I try as far as time permits to be as much language and literature tutor as repetiteur—the goal being to get the students to see that the “final product” they’re after must, if it is to be genuine and secure, emanate from their own personal relationship with the material and not from sheer rehearsal.
It’s crucial, I think, for a singer to be absolutely engrossed in the little black box that is their internal dialogue with the poetry. Crucial for them, if less so for the audience—and so it is ultimately a matter of self-care, I think.
Copland ► Appalachian Spring (Ballet for Martha) 1944 chamber version
Perspectives Ensemble (2012)
When Aaron Copland wrote the music that would become Appalachian Spring, he entitled it Ballet for Martha. The original commission from the Coolidge Foundation was simply for a ballet with an unspecified “American theme,” for the occasion of a festival held at the Library of Congress. The particular tableaux were later developed by choreographer Martha Graham and the composer working in concert, which is why Copland tended only to smile and nod politely whenever he was told by admirers how distinctively his music had captured the essence of Appalachia.
The title was taken from a poem by Hart Crane, and the word “spring” has a double meaning, referring to both a spring of water and to the springtime season. Copland described the general cast of the piece as one of “quiet optimism.”
For some audiences and musicians, genuine interest in Copland pretty much ends in the 1930s, roughly after the Piano Variations. Works such as Appalachian Spring, The Tender Land, and even the Clarinet Concerto have been criticized as populist and jingoistic, an opinion of which the composer was acutely (and unapologetically) aware.
This original orchestration for thirteen instruments is considerably less famous than the orchestral suite later distilled from it, but I vastly prefer the chamber setting. Make of Copland what you will, but it’s difficult to ignore the ingenious economy of mood and means on display here (especially in such an excellent reading by the NYC-based Perspectives Ensemble) — and it’s well nigh impossible to make it through the performance without sprouting a big, warm smile. Iconoclastic it is not, but the sound-world is thoughtful, immersive, and authentic.
In many ways, the essence of Beethoven has very little to do with the Zeitgeist of this period of time today—where 'controversy' has become a dirty word, where we want everything to be smooth, to be accepted by everybody. Beethoven's music, and the indications that he gives in the performance of his music, are totally alien to this. It is about the necessity to push yourself to the limit.
Daniel Barenboim
Just a little lo-fi drip, drip, drip of the rain forest.
You can’t go that direction; the vines block your path.
It’s important to remain sensible; please, keep any excitement to a minimum.
Takashi Yoshimatsu ► And Birds are Still... (1997) Manchester Camerata
A new, unreleased photographic portrait of Fryderyk Chopin has been found by a Swiss physician, Alain Kohler; this photography was most likely taken by Louis-Auguste Bisson in 1847.
http://slippedisc.com/2017/01/swiss-physicist-finds-new-chopin-photograph/
