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SEEN AND HEARD CONCERT REVIEW
Stockhausen:
Bruce Nockles (trumpet), Suzanne Stevens (bass clarinet), Kathinka
Pasveer (flute), London Sinfonietta, Oliver Knussen; Royal College
of Music Orchestra, Diego Masson Michael Olivia (sound projection),
Queen Elizabeth Hall, London 1.11.2008 (AO)
Karlheinz Stockhausen:
Michael’s Greeting
KLANG
–
5th Hour: Harmonien (Harmonies) (bass clarinet) (UK première)
Trans for orchestra and tape
KLANG
- 5th Hour: Harmonien (Harmonies) (flute) (UK première)
People are drawn to music for many different reasons. Stockhausen
might appeal to those who like technology, formulae, ritual and the
splitting of fine hairs. But as Mahler said, “the music is not in
the notes”. Stockhausen was an obsessive personality but, as this
programme showed, there was a deeper vein of creativity in him that
subverted the overt control freakery. On paper it wasn’t promising.
Two versions of Harmonien. interleaved with two performances of
Trans. No wonder so many left at the interval! Why listen to the
same basic pieces repeated? But that’s the whole mystery
Stockhausen presents us with. The music here is not “in the notes”
but in the conceptual challenges.
The Harmonien come from KLANG, the 5th Hour
in Stockhausen’s monumental traverse of the hours of the day. Anyone
sufficiently interested in Stockhausen will know about KLANG,
or could look it up: what’s relevant here is that the 5th
hour is expressed through a protracted melodic solo instrument and
comes in three forms: for bass clarinet, for flute and for trumpet.
The same basic melody repeats in different transpositions, with
minor variations dependent on which instrument is being used.
Significantly all three are dependent on human breathing. Here we
heard the versions for bass clarinet and flute. Before the main
concert the trumpet had its moment of glory in Michael’s-Grüss,
played by Bruce Nockles, the ensemble of the London Sinfonietta
conducted by Oliver Knussen. The trumpet featured in Trans as
well: like a tightly structured puzzle, the different parts of this
programme interlocked neatly. Harmonien for trumpet didn’t
have to be “heard” because it existed in the imagination. Indeed,
we have heard it recently, at the Proms. Please see reviews
here
and
here.
The first five notes of Harmonien evolve into a sequence of
25 notes reiterated in five different transpositions. Jerome Kohl’s
notes are so lucid they cannot be bettered. “Each sequence is
divided into five segments of from 3 to 7 notes, (3+4+5+6+7=25),
each presented at first as a rhythmic motif, then repeated in
loops…in even or nearly even rhythmic values….these ritornelli
result in 3, 5,8, 3 or 21 occurences, fixing these pitch groups into
chordal units, the ‘harmonies’ of the title”. Such exactitude might,
in theory, make for mechanical performance, but this was most
certainly not the case. Suzanne Stevens and Kathinka Pasveer
emerged in costumes of pale blue velvet, vaguely channeling medieval
musicians: an allusion to time, part of the spirit of KLANG.
They moved, too, reflecting in visual form what happens in the
music. At one point Stevens played with her back to the audience. A
tiny detail, but one whose significance will appear again in
Trans. Although the Harmonien are almost identical, this
throws more focus on just how individual each instrument and
performer really is, quite the opposite to the idea of rote
conformity. Despite following Stockhausen’s instructions, neither
Stevens nor Pasveer are mechanical drones. They were communicating a
lot more than notes!
The two Trans are even more intriguing. Again, the visual
element is important. The orchestra sits facing the audience full
on, double basses even spaced on either side, which throws awry the
way we usually hear. Yet it’s not quite confrontation: a gauze
screen separates the players and those who are being played “to” –
or is it “at” or “with”? The screen veils and distorts. The whole
stage is bathed in a red glow. This is a David Lynch movie, but it
was created in 1971, long before Lynch made movies. The setting has
the portent of a strange, fevered dream, whose meaning seems
profound yet is utterly unfathomable. We see only string players,
yet we hear a smaller ensemble of winds and brass, and the harsh
mechanical sounds of what seem to be blocks of wood and metal beaten
together. These are in fact recordings of a shuttle working in a
loom. As it hits the frame it thwacks loudly to change direction.
That’s also its function in the music, marking different stages;
weaving is an important theme in this, pulling threads together. In
the foyer, there was an installation where people could pull
coloured wool across a grid, a sort of communal free form weaving
event. By the end of the evening it was well filled.
Woven in musically were snippets of Ravel, Stravinsky, even
Schumann, just enough to act as points of reference, but too elusive
to pin down. At various points individual musicians are drawn out of
the mass : a trumpeter climbing a ladder in the background (the only
visible non string player), violinists who stand up and play weird
disharmonies, and most memorably a music stand that’s wheeled on
stage, causing a cellist to suddenly break ranks and play what’s on
the stand. As the stand is removed, he tries to follow it to keep
playing, When it’s gone he sinks back into the mass.
“All that rigid conformity, yet the unruly individual can’t be
repressed!” said my ever-perceptive companion. Indeed, what the
strings are playing are unnaturally slow extended figures, their
functions seems almost more ritualistic than musical. Their arms
move slowly and diagonally across their bodies, lit up white with an
eerie glow. The music wavers vertiginously: the musicians’ heads
flop from side to side; they are like automatons, collapsing like a
pack of cards. There’s a grand silence where they stop in freeze
frame for so long the wait itself becomes unsettling. What is
Stockhausen saying about conventional musicianship ?
And why two Transes when one might suffice? Yet this seems to
be the point. There is so much lazy, inattentive listening these
days that Stockhausen is making a strong point. Again, it’s like
studying a puzzle, a “Spot the difference” picture where you have to
be alert. Perhaps hearing the first traverse of Trans sets
out the premise, so it takes less time to absorb it second time
around. It gives us a chance to reflect while still in the process
of listening. With Trans, we are getting close to the wacky
humour of Mauricio Kagel (who made films), to the psychoacoustics of
Gérard Grisey and to the “theatre of sound” of Heiner Goebbels.
Anne Ozorio
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