Most composers would give their eye teeth to be 
          wealthy enough to get their music performed without the hassle of continually 
          seeking commissions or funding. Even for composers who are multi-millionaires 
          like Gordon Getty life may not be a bed of roses. Then again, to do 
          Getty credit, while he has poured substantial sums of money into music, 
          he has not used his benefactions to promote his own music at the expense 
          of others. The number of recordings of his music is small, but we have 
          enough on disc to be able to judge that his music - written in a conservative 
          but not reactionary style - is fully worthy of the accolade of performance. 
          His song cycle 
The White Election alerted us some years ago to 
          an individual voice; and more recent CDs of his orchestral music - performed 
          by a no less distinguished body than the Academy of St Martin-in-the-Fields 
          under Sir Neville Marriner - 
review 
          - and choral works - conducted by Michael Tilson Thomas and Alexander 
          Vedernikov - have given us the opportunity to discover some really enjoyable 
          music. The latter disc in particular has shown us that Getty has a real 
          feeling for words, and can set them in an approachable but involved 
          style. 
            
          All this made the prospect of a recording of his opera 
Plump Jack 
          really enticing but, at any rate, on the basis of this performance, 
          one can only register a sense of profound disappointment. What has gone 
          wrong? 
            
          In the first place, the idea of an opera on the subject of Shakespeare’s 
          fat knight Sir John Falstaff is hardly new. Settings based on 
The 
          merry wives of Windsor by composers such as Salieri, Balfe, Nicolai, 
          Vaughan Williams and Verdi are all established in the mainstream or 
          fringe repertory. The Falstaff scenes from 
Henry IV have been 
          less often mined, although Holst’s 
At the Boar’s Head 
          retains a small toehold in the catalogue. 
            
          Getty has similarly used Shakespeare’s history plays as the basis 
          for his libretto. Although he does not set the ‘honour’ 
          monologue which Boito extracted for Verdi, some of his texts do parallel 
          those set by Holst. Much of Getty’s libretto focuses ironically 
          enough not on Falstaff himself, but on the development of the character 
          of Prince Hal from the street-wise ruffian into the noble King Henry 
          V. This aspect extends to including settings of passages from Shakespeare’s 
          
Henry V in which Falstaff does not appear at all. The real problem 
          with this is that the passages he has selected are not generally ones 
          which lend themselves to musical treatment although he does include 
          such speeches as “O for a muse of Fire” from 
Henry V, 
          putting the words into the mouth of Pistol. 
            
          The manner in which Getty treats his selected texts only serves to compound 
          the problems he has set himself. In his booklet notes Getty is quite 
          frank about his methods: “I place most of the musical content 
          in the orchestra, like Wagner in 
The Ring, and fit a recitative-like 
          prosody to this melodic background.” Now this is not quite an 
          accurate description of Wagner’s method; for what Wagner generally 
          writes is not recitative-like but a form of arioso, where the voice 
          shares in the melodic material rather than merely providing a counterpoint 
          to it. Getty goes on to draw some rather unwelcome conclusions from 
          his thesis: “This bias towards recitative, leaving most of the 
          melody to the accompaniment, makes it easy to write 
ossias to 
          suit voices of different ranges. I need only pick other notes in the 
          harmonies that keep the rough shape of the line.” This approach 
          produces real dangers. Time and again in this performance one is brought 
          up short by a vocal line that simply does not approximate the patterns 
          of real speech - which is after all the point of recitative - and at 
          the same time lacks any melodic distinction which might transform the 
          recitative into arioso. In fact, the sense of feeling for a text which 
          Getty has demonstrated in his choral music is really lacking here. 
            
          Another thing that is disturbing is Getty’s sense of dramatic 
          timing. The booklet gives us the full English text, including the stage 
          directions; but there simply would not be enough time in a stage performance 
          for some of the action to take place in the time allowed. At the end 
          of the First Act the directions read: “Falstaff puts on his cuirass, 
          hoists his sword belt over his shoulder, puts on his helmet, and strides 
          to the door. At his most imperious, he throws wide the door and stares 
          down the Captains. He then turns to the Hostess, with a deep and courtly 
          bow.” All this would make for a fine curtain, but Getty allows 
          almost no time at all for any of it; instead there are just a few bars 
          of orchestral postlude and a very abrupt conclusion. At other points 
          there are changes of scene where one would welcome a degree of expansion 
          in the orchestral music, but we just don’t get it. At the same 
          time there are unwanted pauses at other points in the text which don’t 
          appear to be dramatically motivated. There are also points where the 
          recitative delivery is so rapid that the singers in this performance 
          have to swallow their words. Holst received a lot of adverse comment 
          about his dramatic pacing in 
At the Boar’s Head, but by 
          comparison with much of 
Plump Jack his opera was a model of rectitude. 
          
            
          Getty has been working at 
Plump Jack over a period of years, 
          and we are informed that the scenes were not all composed at the same 
          time, nor indeed in the order that they are given here. This may account 
          for the uneasy feeling that there is a lack of dramatic development 
          in the characters as the plot progresses. The overture, which was added 
          at a fairly late stage in proceedings, has already been included in 
          Marriner’s disc of Getty’s orchestral music, and is given 
          at least as good a performance here; but it has an unfortunate tendency 
          to stop and start, as if it had been patched together over a period 
          of time rather than conceived as a whole unit. The earlier disc of choral 
          music also contained the 
Jerusalem scene of the death of King 
          Henry V, and that scene was given complete in that recording, while 
          here some five minutes of the music has been removed. 
            
          That is because what we are given here is a ‘concert version’ 
          of the score rather than a full recording; perhaps indeed the dramatic 
          timing is affected because of that. We certainly lose two whole scenes 
          which would serve to round out the plot; and a number of the other scenes 
          are truncated, not always to good effect. For example, we are given 
          the raid at Gadshill, but not Falstaff’s boasting narration of 
          it which follows to such comic effect. Getty has set it - it is included 
          in the synopsis of the action - but the whole passage here is simply 
          omitted. We are only given four scenes (out of twelve) which are not 
          subject to abridgement of this kind, and these include the two final 
          scenes of Act Two describing Henry’s preparations for war with 
          France and Falstaff’s death. The description of Falstaff’s 
          death is not as moving as it ought to be; the narration of the Hostess 
          is accompanied by a series of orchestral gestures which fail to cohere 
          into a musical and dramatic whole. Immediately following this passage 
          there is a real jolt as Bardolph and the soldiers enter with their jolly 
          preparations for embarkation, where the quotation of sections of the 
          
Agincourt Song - one of the best tunes in all of mediaeval music 
          - serve only to underline the relative plainness of the music that surrounds 
          them. The sense of contrast, which could have been smoothed and made 
          more palatable by an orchestral transition, cannot here be blamed on 
          abridgement. 
            
          Nor do the performances here help to bring the musical drama to life 
          before our eyes and ears. The best-known singer in the cast is Susanne 
          Mentzer, who sings the Hostess and does the best she can with such passages 
          as the description of Falstaff’s death. The remainder of the singing 
          is serviceable rather than gripping. Lester Lynch has a fine baritone 
          voice, but there is no sense of rotundity in his singing such as one 
          expects from a Falstaff. Christopher Robertson, who oddly doubles the 
          roles of King Henry IV and Pistol, sounds rather too woolly in tone. 
          Nikolai Schukoff, Austrian rather than Russian despite his name, commands 
          the English language idiomatically, and makes the best he can of passages 
          such as “I know thee not, old man” but he has to work to 
          inject drama into the music, rather than bringing out what should be 
          there already. Melody Moore is rather wasted in the small roles of the 
          Boy and Clarence. The decision to make the first of the travellers ambushed 
          by Falstaff into a mezzo-soprano seems perverse. Would a - presumably 
          wealthy, because worth robbing - woman be travelling alone with but 
          a single male companion in the lawless England of Henry IV’s reign? 
          Robert Breault and Chester Patton give us some nice character sketches 
          as Shallow and Davy in the Gloucestershire scenes, but both their scenes 
          are subjected to cuts and what we have lost might have helped to round 
          out their portrayals. 
            
          The orchestra and the chorus - singing in excellent English - are fine 
          and responsive under the baton of Ulf Schirmer, to such an extent that 
          one wishes they had rather more to do. It is nice to see the Bavarian 
          Radio Choir and the Munich Radio Orchestra, who have over the years 
          given us so many recordings of rare and valuable operas, back in harness 
          again. They sound as good as ever. One just wishes that 
Plump Jack 
          itself had been less disappointing. Getty regards it as his best score, 
          but I personally much prefer works such as 
Victorian scenes - 
          included on the disc of choral music in a superb performance conducted 
          by Vedernikov - which shows a much greater sense of ability in Getty’s 
          setting of words.  
            
          I very much wanted to like 
Plump Jack, but in the event the main 
          feeling I came away with was one of frustration. Perhaps another round 
          of revision might help. 
            
          This disc seems to have been a long time coming for review - 
Fanfare 
          published a review as long ago as last September - but its international 
          release is welcome. 
            
          It comes in a gatefold booklet, with full notes in English and translations 
          of the synopsis into French and German - other translated material is 
          available on Pentatone’s website. The booklet contains also some 
          rather charming period illustrations of episodes in the plot; one just 
          wishes that it could have not been glued into the gatefold so that it 
          could be extracted for greater ease of use. 
            
          Those, like myself, who admire Getty’s music, will want to hear 
          
Plump Jack, but despite the discovery of some intermittently 
          beautiful passages they should be prepared for disappointment too. Those 
          who do not know Getty should investigate the discs of orchestral and 
          choral music first. 
            
          
Paul Corfield Godfrey 
            
          Some intermittently beautiful passages but be prepared for disappointment 
          too.