"If there is a finer composer of song with piano alive and
working in the world today, I would very much like to know his
or her
name." This quotation, about American composer John Musto,
appears in biographical information published about him at different
places on the web, and is attributed to Graham Johnson, no less.
Those who acquire this collection of songs, and it comes recommended,
will be able to decide for themselves.
The title of the set of five songs which opens the disc,
Viva
Sweet Love, comes from the closing words of the set, by E.
E. Cummings, and Musto is very successful at matching the rather
breathless quality of that very particular poet. The first song
is to a Cummings poem too, and the other three are by James Laughlin.
I may be wrong to have doubts about the punctuation of these
Laughlin texts as they appear in the booklet, but doubts I have
all the same. In any event, the order of the songs as sung and
in the booklet is different.
You Came as a Thought reads
to me like a short serene love poem, but Musto sets it in lugubrious
style, as he does, more understandably,
Rome: In the Café.
The poem
Crystal Palace Market demonstrates significant
lightness of touch, and Musto’s jazz-inflected setting
matches it very well indeed. The singer doesn’t actually
sing much in this song, but croons rather, in a very cool and
updated version of
sprechgesang. Elsewhere, I wonder how
many times I will have to hear these songs before I come away
actually singing - or whistling - the vocal line. This ought
to be possible, shouldn’t it, in song?
Most of us would find it a bit of a challenge to sing the vocal
line of a song by Webern, but songs they most certainly are,
and the vocal line most certainly is melody, albeit of the most
challenging kind. I don’t find much melody, as such, in
Musto’s vocal writing; in its place there is a sort of
continuous
arioso. The second song in the set of six entitled
Quiet
Songs is only four lines long and is worth quoting in full:
You are with me
And I am with you
I surely would die
If that were not true.
By Amy Elizabeth Burton, this is hardly great poetry, but it
does express an idea succinctly and effectively, and Musto has
found just the right music for these words and this idea. It’s
almost, but not quite enough. Elsewhere in the cycle the vocal
line blossoms into something truly melodic in
Palm Sunday:
Naples, but this is I think because the composer is creating
a kind of Italian pastiche atmosphere, and very successfully
too. The insert notes also suggest there might be a quote from
Rossini in this song. There is no discernible theme in the poems
which make up
Quiet Songs, but again the notes tell us
that the final song,
Lullaby, contains elements of the
preceding ones, thus giving musical unity to the cycle. I’ll
have to live with these songs a little longer, I think, before
I’ll be able to hear this for myself.
Résumé sets Dorothy Parker’s famous
lines about suicide - “Gas smells awful;/You might as well
live” - and features a rather sombre vocal line over a
heavily charged accompaniment, as does
Nude at the Piano,
which does not celebrate a classical sculpture, but rather a
disappointed lover, beer in hand, lamenting the departure of
the one for whom he had bought the wretched instrument. The barbed
humour of both poems seems to demand a different kind of treatment
than this.
Social Note, on the other hand, also to words
by Dorothy Parker and the first really fast music on the disc,
seems just right. There is a fair amount of pastiche in both
the vocal line and the accompaniment of
Flamenco. Then
comes
Penelope’s Song. The poem, by Didi Balle,
contains the refrain “Don’t hurry home, love. Don’t
hurry home.” It is perhaps a hymn to the wonder of love
which can, nonetheless, leave little space for other essentials
in an already crowded life. This is a modern preoccupation, and
Musto has found a musical solution which results in a song which,
though challenging, would not be too out of place on Broadway.
And it isn’t simply because the vocal line follows a more
tonal framework that I find Musto has, at last, found exactly
the notes needed to sing these particular words. He almost achieves
it in the final song too,
Triolet, but before that the
two singers join forces for an extended duet,
The Old Gray
Couple. The opening has the two singers sometimes singing
in unison, sometimes not, and sometimes almost. It’s a
very striking effect, and the song, which explores love from
the standpoint of a couple who have been together for fifty years,
is an affecting one.
Having listened to these songs several times now I am left with
the feeling that Musto’s piano writing is considerably
more individual and memorable than his vocal writing. I don’t
think much of the meaning of the words would be communicated
by singing the vocal line alone, and I crave for something more
substantial to catch on to in the vocal line. The musical language
is modern but without extremes, late Copland maybe, not at all
John Adams, though curiously it does sound very American. The
two singers are absolutely excellent, and each plays a part in
convincing the listener to stick with these songs and get to
know them better. The composer is the outstandingly successful
piano accompanist, so we must suppose that the performances achieve
his objectives. The recording is immediate and life-like, and
the booklet carries the essay by Roger Evans to which I have
referred, and which takes too long to apply itself to the repertoire
under consideration. The words of all the songs are printed in
full.
William Hedley