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Lysøen - Hommage à Ole Bull
Stusle Sundagskvelden
La Mélancolie
Belg og slag
Grålysning
Sylkje-Per
Solstraum
Theme from Nocturne
Eg ser deg utfor gluggjen
Ole Bull-vals
I Rosenlund under Sagas Hall / La Folia
Tjødn
Jeg har så lun en hytte
Solveigs sang
Sylkje-Per
La Mélancolie
Sæterjentens Søndag
Nils Økland (violin, hardanger fiddle), Sigbjørn Apeland (piano,
harmonium)
rec. September 2009/January 2010, Villa Lysøen, Hordaland, Norway
ECM 2179 2740246 [62:04]
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Norwegian violinist and composer Ole Bull (1810-1880) was very
much inspired by the landscape and nature of his native country.
His description of the island of Lysøen opens the booklet notes
for this release: “I have never seen anything which attracts
me so mysteriously ... The atmosphere is certainly very peculiar,
[and] the grand views of the mountain must be seen with caution
or they will overpower you.” Bull bought Lysøen in 1872, and
Nils Økland and Sigbjørn Apeland are the first
musicians to record an album in the magnificent wooden villa
he had built there.
With this environment, and extensive use of the harmonium which
was the last musical sound Ole Bull heard as his wife played
a passage from Mozart’s Requiem as he passed away, this
is already a recording highly charged with atmosphere and expressive
poignancy. The musicians chose to “emphasise the contemplative”
in their programme, which includes versions of music associated
with Bull, such as Grieg’s Solveig’s Song. Grieg played
that harmonium in the music hall of the villa during Bull’s
funeral ceremony, seeing him as his ‘saviour’, showing him the
beauty and originality of Norwegian folk music. For this and
other traditional or traditional-sounding pieces the nasal tones
of the hardanger fiddle are expertly and movingly played by
Nils Økland. The piece here, as are many others, is played as
if being recalled from a distance, gathered in and brought to
ghostly life from the surrounding air. The effect is at times
one of almost unbearable sentiments of loneliness and lament.
The programme opens with Stusle Sundagskvelden or ‘Dismal Sunday
Evening’, which sets up the mood nicely. The players introduce
the theme, and improvise further within the same feeling and
atmosphere, Sigbjørn Apeland’s piano at times moving towards
something comparable to Keith Jarrett in contemplative mode
– an aspect which I only mention in order to give an idea of
style: he also manages to keep within some unwritten boundary
which prevents the improvised playing clashing with the original
themes and harmonies. The musicians acknowledge their contemporaries
in terms of influence when it comes to improvisation, and they
are not attempting a re-creation of Bull’s manner of playing.
Ole Bull’s pieces, of which there are four in this set – La
Mélanicolie appears in two versions – are also adapted with
a good deal of freedom, something for which the composer himself
was noted in his style of performing. There is a good deal of
what one might term ‘new simplicity’ or spirituality in these
versions which might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but while
there is a weight of melancholy around much of the music there
is no denying its timeless power. Belg og slag and Grålysning
are fascinating inventions by the musicians themselves,
exploring the resonance of the harmonium along with an unusual
ostinato bouncing over the strings of the fiddle. Use is also
made of a so-called troll-tuning scordatura effect to
alter the sound of the stringed instrument, which improvises
over a halo of gentle notes from the piano.
There is only one piece which really lightens the melancholy
mood of this programme, but the Ole Bull-vals on fiddle
and harmonium is a sheer delight. The violin used here is Ole
Bull’s own 1734 Guarneri which adds another frisson to the recording.
Each of the pieces here has its own strength, but I was particularly
drawn to the lonely musical landscape of Eg ser deg utfor
gluggjen or ‘I See You outside the Window’, with its growling
harmonium bass lines. The directness of emotional contact with
traditional melodies such as Jeg har så lun en hytte
or Sylkje-Per with their open intervals and feel of honest
expression are also impossible to pass by.
This is a recording which, all things combined, has something
quite magical about it. As I say, it won’t necessarily be everyone’s
cup of tea, and if you are prone to introspective misery then
this may either work as a homeopathic cure or tip you over the
edge into even darker realms. For myself I found myself quite
profoundly moved by every aspect of this recording’s content,
which is sympathetically produced to reflect the fairly intimate
nature of the location’s interiors; these in turn being illustrated
in the booklet.
Dominy Clements
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