Christoph Willibald von GLUCK (1714-1787)
            Airs de Ballet arr. Gevaert; Air [1:43]; Slaves’ Dance [2:49]; 
            Tambourin [1:03]; Chaconne [5:38] from 
Iphigenia in Aulide 
            (1774): Gavotte from 
Armide (1777) [1:56]
            
Johann Sebastian BACH (1685-1750)
            Suite No.6 for solo cello; Gavotte in D arr Leopold Damrosch [4:19]
            
Camille SAINT-SAËNS (1835-1921)
            Ballet Divertissement from 
Henry VIII (1883) [15:18]
            
Gabriel FAURÉ (1845-1924)
            Pavane, Op.50 (1887) [4:47]
            
Moritz MOSZKOWSKI (1854-1925)
            Suite No.1 Op.39; 
Perpetual Motion (c.1887) [4:29]
            
Gabriel PIERNÉ (1863-1937)
            Cydalise et le Chèvre-Pied; Entrance of the Little Fauns (1923) 
            [3:00] ¹
            
Maurice RAVEL (1875-1937)
            Ma Mère l’oye (Mother Goose) Suite (1908-11) [18:17]
            
Ludwig van BEETHOVEN (1770-1827)
            Symphony No.3 
Eroica in E flat, Op.55 (1803) 
Funeral 
            March explained at the piano by Walter Damrosch [8:38]
            National Symphony Orchestra/Walter Damrosch
            New York Symphony Orchestra/Walter Damrosch ¹
            Walter Damrosch (piano and speech) ²
            rec. 1927-30 New York City
            
PRISTINE AUDIO PASC 395 [71:54]
            
            
There was a time, as the song goes, when easy 
              consensus condemned musicians to the crudity of caricature. Thus 
              whilst Olympians such as Weingartner and Toscanini generated square 
              feet of critical thrust and counter-thrust, men such as, say, Henry 
              Wood, Frederick Stock and Walter Damrosch (1862-1950) were condemned 
              to that critical limbo in which reside the unconsidered, the taken-for-granted 
              or the plain dismissed.
               
              One of the blessings that has accrued from the digital revolution 
              is the wide availability of the recordings made by such conductors. 
              Certainly, of the three, Damrosch made the least important contribution 
              to recorded history. In that sense, maybe there’s a logic 
              as to why he’s long resided in the shadows.
               
              His major project was a recording of Brahms’s Second Symphony, 
              though he had in fact, as Mark Obert-Thorn notes, pioneered orchestral 
              music in America, leading the first native orchestra to record under 
              its own director – rather than exalted European imports – 
              as early as 1903. There was then a lacuna until these 1927-30 sides, 
              of lighter fare in the main. He was still with Columbia, as he had 
              been in 1903, when he set down the Mother Goose suite in 
              1927. A few years later he contracted with Victor. Thus, with the 
              exception of the Brahms, which is not here, what we have in this 
              single-disc is his complete Columbia and Victor studio recordings.
               
              I’m convinced that for years people didn’t really listen 
              to Henry Wood’s records – they preferred to review his 
              name. Coming blind to this disc, stripped of all prejudice and assumptions 
              as to the — let’s guess — lumpy, unimaginative 
              qualities of a conductor who didn’t record much so couldn’t 
              be any good, I am sure that – on the contrary - you would 
              be strongly impressed. Damrosch was given largely ballet music to 
              record, not all of it terribly elevated as to the processes of interpretation, 
              but nearly everything reveals imagination, a propensity for colour, 
              characterisation, pathos and an intelligent, practical musicality. 
              It’s no great surprise that he was selected to head the forerunner 
              of the NBC Symphony – the National Symphony Orchestra was 
              the orchestral arm of the 1930 NBC.
               
              The Gluck extracts, almost all from Iphigenia in Aulide, 
              are heard in the Gevaert arrangements and are all aptly pointed, 
              on their toes rhythmically, and not subject to any Stokowski-like 
              inflations. String tone remains lean, the ethos respectful and functional 
              in the very best sense. The Bach Gavotte movement from 
              the sixth Cello Suite (not a Sonata, obviously, as the jewel case 
              has it in a clear typo) is an arrangement by Damrosch’s illustrious 
              father, Leopold. This is no mere act of filial piety, but a fine 
              arrangement in its own right. A standout is the ballet divertissement 
              from Saint-Saëns’ Henry VIII in which the bagpipery 
              and the drones are put across with just the right amount of knowingness. 
              Anyone who doubts the Frenchman’s ‘filmic’ imagination 
              can listen to the end of the Scotch Idyll. Mother Goose 
              is atmospheric – the birdcalls are well defined - and full 
              of nuance that justify the record companies’ interest in Damrosch 
              setting down French repertoire, albeit of a rather specialised light 
              kind. Fauré’s Pavane is another example, and 
              Pierné’s little Faun piece is very reminiscent of Grieg.
               
              Finally there is one of those oddities that crop up in earlier recorded 
              history, a piece of descriptive musical analysis. Around this time 
              Walford Davies recorded extensive extracts on the piano accompanied 
              by the fiddle player Marjorie Hayward in what were called ‘Lecture 
              Illustrations’. Music and talk, in other words. Damrosch does 
              much the same, solo though, in over eight minutes, talking about 
              the Funeral March from the Eroica. Sophisticated 
              contemporary listeners may find this ‘explanation’ rather 
              naïve; to use a word suggested in Pristine’s note. Oh 
              well, call me naïve. I think it’s tremendous. If you 
              smirk at Damrosch’s talk of the ‘fluttering of angel’s 
              wings’ you’re probably too sophisticated.
               
              So, a terrific disc, one that enshrines largely ‘inessential’ 
              repertory played with artistry and sensitivity. The transfers are 
              first class. That said, and whilst I appreciate space is limited, 
              I’m not taken by Pristine’s decision to relegate some 
              of the recording details to their website. I’m up in my bat 
              cave listening and I want it all in black and white, please.
               
              Jonathan Woolf