Who'd be a conductor-composer? You just can't win. 
          Prominent conductors tend to find their compositions caught in the 'reputation 
          trap'. You know how it goes. This man is a revered conductor so how 
          can he be ... what right does he have ... to be a composer of any merit. 
          On the other hand as a conductor you do tend to be able to make opportunities 
          to perform and record your own music. 
        
 
        
Segerstam, the very beaming bearded image of Brahms, 
          treats us to two of his works each of similar duration and each in one 
          great swathe of a movement. 
        
 
        
The Symphony represents the complete solar eclipse 
          seen in Finland on 22 July 1990. This is a glittering, blistering, boiling, 
          silvery chaos of sound with the predominance going to the upper registers. 
          The whale, bird and dolphin chirrups of 12.00 onwards suggest lessons 
          imbibed from Rautavaara and Hovhaness. The lines and vertical assimilation 
          are kept just the right side of excess and Segerstam orchestrates with Bergian 
          - even Ravelian - discrimination. The music's rhapsodic surging and 
          rising heaves decked out in the most argent of colours and metallic 
          clatter. The occasional Beethovenian stomp punctuates the proceedings 
          as do black Sibelian brass apostrophes (14.03). This is a symphony of 
          heroic striving close in style to Ned Rorem's heart-generous music Lions. 
          The Tampere Philharmonic are well under the skin of this piece: modern 
          music requiring the slightest of resolve to absorb. 
        
 
        
Leaving aside a large number of symphonies we can next 
          sample one of Segerstam's numerous orchestral diary sheets: Thirtieth 
          Orchestral Diary Sheet. This is more obviously varied than the symphony. 
          There are clear sections some using the same freepulsativity 
          (the composer's word) as for the symphony while others wash slowly backward-forward 
          in the depth-dulled lullaby sway of the ocean. Whale groans, a constant 
          violin solo narration (such that this could easily pass for a discreet 
          concerto), swannee whistles and an Abschied of digital alarm 
          bleeps. The event being waited for was the January deadline the passing 
          of which marked the start of the Gulf War. Segerstam marries into this 
          tension the magical expectation of a child's Christmas Eve. 
        
 
        
We have the composer's own liner notes on which to 
          rely and they are in English and French. 
        
 
        
Although this is, I think, the one and only Segerstam 
          disc in the Kontrapunkt catalogue he is also very well served by more 
          than half a dozen BIS discs which I do not recall receiving reviews. 
        
 
        
The playing duration on this disc is rather short but 
          I found the experience of hearing the disc very satisfying in its own 
          right. 
        
 
         
        
Rob Barnett