These Conrad Leonard songs declare a talent unabashed 
          by sentimentality. The songs are often bluff, exhorting laughter, and 
          hymning music and life. The style is light and ballad-like. The genre 
          fits well into the more serious end of the music-hall manner or the 
          lighter end of operetta. In the UK you can imagine these songs (all 
          for voice and piano) fitting like a glove into a BBC Radio 2 playlist 
          (once upon a 1950s time, the Light Programme). 
        
 
        
Leonard was born in the London suburb of South Norwood 
          on 24 October 1898. He served in the trenches with the Middlesex regiment 
          during the Great War being demobbed in April 1919 with the rank of Second 
          Lieutenant. Two years at the Guildhall School of Music prepared him 
          as a professional musician engaged in the touring life of summer seaside 
          shows and pantos. He had a ten piece orchestra in Eastbourne. London 
          musical-theatrical life beckoned and showland became his home in the 
          1930s and 1940s. His work brought him into contact with Peter Dawson, 
          Ann Ziegler, Webster Booth and Gracie Fields and latterly with Petula 
          Clarke, Fred Astaire and Cole Porter. Composing all the while he penned 
          in total some four hundred songs as well as many orchestral sketches. 
          Perhaps one of these days Campion or Marco Polo will treat us to a selection 
          of the orchestral genre pieces. Every Thursday lunchtime he can be found 
          playing his compositions at the Plantation Centre at Squire’s Garden 
          Centre, Twickenham, UK. See also www.conradleonard.com although currently 
          the only thing you will find there is the cover of this CD. 
        
 
        
This Leonard collection mixes songs with pieces for 
          the piano. The songs predominate. Life Can Be a Song (reprised in the 
          final track) is a hymn to enjoying life ringingly done by Stephen Gadd. 
          In much the same stream we hear the brazen heroics of The Clouds 
          Are Horsemen -a fine noble song in the stream of John Ireland’s 
          ballad Great Things. The Light Of The Sun is a duo all 
          exultant with a smile and a chuckle. There is a touch of Richard Rodgers 
          here and at least equal to his lyric strengths. Shelagh is an 
          isolated example of Leonard’s distinct novelty song. It marries Sullivan’s 
          Titwillow with Molly Malone and a host of Leprechaunery. 
          It would fit like a glove into a McCormack recital. 
        
 
        
I Heard A Robin Singing arrives complete with 
          melisma imitative of the song of the robin and catching, on the wing, 
          something of Rachmaninov’s Vocalise. It also sports a smartly turned 
          out second subject. Claire Rutter gives it the full operatic treatment. 
          Leonard reserves a romantic sensibility for the beguine style of the 
          marvellous In The Depth Of My Heart to words by Ronald Frankau. 
          This fine song really suits Ms Rutter’s voice and is one of the highlights 
          of this disc. There are weaker moments as well; such as the light operatic 
          duo Only For You in a style crossing Lehár and Julian 
          Slade style - though hearing it for the third time I have come to like 
          it. Much more refined and yet touching is Whispering Dreams which 
          lightly explores the edge of the Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninov song heritage. 
        
 
        
The Lone Fir Tree is a piano solo; a genre piece 
          with a soothing and sinuous oriental sway. Leonard’s solos, on this 
          showing, are more often skilfully written to provide a modest and gentle 
          sentimental backdrop - a skill all its own fully on show in the gentle 
          and artlessly fluent Noonday Sun and the modest True Devotion. 
          No traces of ragtime or jazz here - rather expect something closer to 
          a Tchaikovsky salon piece crossed with light popular romance. 
        
 
        
These performances have the authority of the composer’s 
          accompaniment - spry and skilful at the age of 102. The notes are rather 
          scant and I could have done with more about the context of the songs 
          and about their history. A pity also that the words are not given though 
          they can be heard well enough. 
        
 
        
If you know that you like the sentimental approach 
          and appreciate the repertoire associated with Peter Dawson or the young 
          Julie Andrews and the musicals of Richard Rodgers and the operetta of 
          Lehár you are very unlikely to be disappointed. There are some 
          really lovely songs here. 
          Rob Barnett  
          
          AVAILABILITY  
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