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AND HEARD CONCERT REVIEW
Prokofiev,
Swayne, Sibelius:
Peter Jablonski (piano), BBC National Orchestra of
Wales (Jac van Steen conductor), St. David’s Hall, Cardiff,
16.11.07 (GPu)
Prokofiev:
Piano Concerto No.1
Swayne:
Symphony No.1, ‘a small world’
Sibelius:
Symphony No.5
The premiere of a new composition by Giles Swayne formed the
centrepiece of a thought-provoking concert. Swayne’s First
Symphony (I shall resist any temptation to lapse into one of those
usually fruitless discussions about terminology – whether the work
deserves the designation ‘symphony’, what is a modern symphony
etc) proved a substantial piece, made up of three movements and
lasting well nigh three quarters of an hour.
Using a large orchestra, with a substantially augmented percussion
section, Swayne’s symphony took environmental crisis as its
subject. In his programme note, and in a brief, unpretentious (and
overly self-deprecatory) address to the audience, the composer
explained his programme. The long first movement is intended as an
expression of Swayne’s anger at man’s despoliation of the natural
world. It carries the title ‘The dogs of war’ – an allusion to
Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar – “Cry Havoc! And let slip the
dogs of war”, the invitation to rape and pillage extended to a
victorious army. Aggressively jagged music embodies the human
destruction of the environment, the toppling over into violence and
destructiveness of the human impulse to know, understand and
control nature. The massed drums (the score calls for seven
percussionists) begin the movement relatively quietly, but become
more assertive as the movement proceeds. The movement is
constructed in two parts, the second a loosely palindromic
reversal of the first, save that the drums (supplemented by the
sound of an anvil) become more and more dominant as the movement
moves towards its conclusion.
The second movement (bearing a title ‘Silent Spring’ – which
alludes to Rachel Carson’s famous book of 1962, a foundation stone
of the modern environmental movement) is built on an attractive
(and powerful) musical conceit.
Carson
famously wrote of a spring without birdsong. Swayne’s movement
begins with a musical allusion to a richly voiced dawn chorus,
created by the interweaving voices of seventeen solo instruments
and sustained by pizzicato strings. Gradually a rather saccharine
waltz intrudes; some of the solo instruments fall silent; the rest
attempt a repetition of their bird-like chorus; the waltz returns,
louder and lengthier, on several more occasions; at each
visitation it silences more of the ‘natural’ voices, until all are
dumb. Or, if not quite dumb, capable only of the briefest of
exploratory utterances; seven such utterances are attempted; each
is savagely and abruptly cut short by a curt explosion from the
orchestra, like so many shots or blows of the axe.
In the third movement (‘Threnody’) a single piccolo – Swayne
imagined it, he tells us, as the last bird singing its heart out
in a dead landscape – states the initial materials. The ensuing
variations have an elegiac quality, some of them decidedly
haunting, with some attractive and powerful writing for the lower
strings and the brass. Sustained notes in the strings evolve into
a kind of grotesque universal funeral march, and the movement
eventually subsides into an eerie silence, emerging from a final
percussive resonance.
There were many fine passages in this Symphony and its ‘argument’
(as much extra-musical as musical) was at times quite compelling.
It is notoriously difficult to make a judgement of a new work at a
single hearing (and without sight of a score), but for what it is worth,
the first movement seemed somewhat inflated and overlong. In being
longer than it perhaps needed to be, this movement diluted some of
its best ideas (and perhaps even dissipated some of the anger
which drove it). The frequent reiteration of ideas seemed to make
the error of confusing insistent repetition with persuasiveness;
at the same time, the sheer length of this first movement
disturbed the proportions of the whole, and came close to making
the second and third movements feel like supplementary
afterthoughts. The relative brevity of the two later movements was
in many respects more impressive and more persuasive – and also
more moving.
There were moments throughout all three movements when the music
became rather static, when one sensed that more impetus was
needed. Without a score, or comparative performances, it is
impossible to be sure how far this was Swayne’s intention and how
far it was the result of the orchestra (and conductor) making
understandably tentative progress through the work's complexities. For the most part, however, the BBC National Orchestra of
Wales played this Radio 3 Commission with conviction, attack and
subtlety. While not finding the work entirely convincing, I was
certainly glad to have heard it – readers may like to know that
the concert is scheduled for broadcast on Radio 3 on the 23rd
of November.
After the interval Jac van Steen (often at his best in the work of
this composer) conducted a stirring performance of Sibelius’ Fifth
Symphony. Particularly when heard in succession to Swayne’s
Symphony, Sibelius’ Fifth Symphony evokes a different, earlier
relationship between man and nature. If one describes it as late
romantic, it is so in a usage of the word which refers as much (or
more) to areas of sensibility and philosophy as to those of
musical history. After its evocative and tonally beautiful opening
the music conveys a rich (and quietly happy) sense of burgeoning
vitality, of newly efflorescent energy. Much of the movement has
something of spring about it, building to a climax of great
rapidity and dynamism. Metaphors of seeds and growth come
inescapably to one’s mind in trying to verbalise this movement, I
find. We have Sibelius’ own testimony to the role of the natural
world in the work’s final movement. In a diary entry dated
April 21st, 1915
Sibelius records that:
...Today at ten to eleven I saw 16 swans. One of my greatest
experiences! Lord God, what beauty! … Their call, the same woodwind
type as that of cranes, but without tremolo. The swan-call closer
to the trumpet … A low-pitched refrain reminiscent of a small
child crying. Nature mysticism and life’s Angst! The Fifth
Symphony’s finale-theme: legato in the trumpets!
The symphony as a whole assumes a relationship between man and
nature quite different from that which (necessarily) underlies
Swayne’s Symphony. Sibelius can contemplate the natural world
without feeling a share in communal human guilt. For Sibelius,
nature is a mirror in which man sees himself, or sees himself as
he might be; for us, and for Swayne, it is a mirror which returns
an increasingly disturbing image to our gaze.
Jac van Steen seemed thoroughly at home with this music and the
performance had an assurance and a visible and audible passion
that gripped from beginning to end.
The programme had begun with a performance of Prokofiev’s youthful
first Piano Concerto. In retrospect it seemed an odd prelude to
what followed. This is urban music par excellence, the
music of man in society, rather man considering himself and
nature. If there are any birds to be heard here, they are, to put
it in Yeatsian terms, more like the artificial birds of
‘Byzantium’ than the “nine-and-fifty birds” of ‘The Wild Swans at
Coole’. The concerto has an oddly disjunctive quality, lyricism by
the side of percussive hammering, the whole sometimes approaching
the febrile. Peter Jablonski was at his very best in the cadenza
which introduces the recapitulation. His work was fluent
throughout; the more percussive passages were played without
overstatement or exaggeration and in the more lyrical passages he
found an appropriate poetry. Some of Prokofiev’s writing for
strings elicited some particularly fine playing from the
orchestra. But somehow the whole never quite took off; this was a
good, rather than a special performance. It was surpassed, in
interest and excitement, by what followed it.
Glyn Pursglove