William Grant Still’s experiences in Memphis, writing 
          band arrangements for W C Handy’s orchestra and subsequently for Eubie 
          Blake (where he also played the oboe) seem to have been as formative 
          and formidably productive as his studies with Varèse and Chadwick. 
          Composed in 1930 whilst he was still involved in arranging and orchestrating, 
          the Afro-American Symphony is an immediately attractive and expressively 
          scored work in four movements. 
        
 
        
Opening with tightly muted trumpets Still employs the 
          black vernacular of the Blues – or a species of it – imbedded in an 
          orchestral sound world which in the opening Modearto assai is spare, 
          rather impressionistic, with subsidiary harp passages adding a Gallic 
          taste to the musical argument. Still’s stated purpose was to show how 
          the Blues "could be elevated to the highest musical level"; 
          to this end he introduces a variational section in the first movement 
          followed by an expressive theme played on his own instrument, the oboe, 
          in the form of a spiritual. The slow movement – superscription Sorrow 
          – is again in sonata form, once more with oboe lines prominent, 
          some Delian lines flecking the score, textures augmented by bass clarinet, 
          for which he writes well, harp and that oboe’s continuing sinuous progress 
          and by some massed bluesy strings. The short third movement – an animato 
          – is certainly a jaunty affair with its tenor banjo ringing out Showboat-style 
          and adding a rather Plantation Club feel to the affair. The movement 
          seems to play with musical stereotypes adding hints of raunchy syncopation 
          and the "Red Indian" motifs so beloved in the clubs and societies 
          of contemporary New Orleans. The finale, Aspiration, begins as 
          a harmonized gospel tune with deep cellos and harp arpeggios adding 
          more emphatically phrased material, out of which a sonority of twilit 
          nobility emerges, stripped of extraneous clutter (is that a spectral 
          vibraharp augmenting the string lines?) The plangent oboe and bass clarinet 
          still manage to "speak" their songs, as the music seems to 
          wind down before, suddenly, bursting into renewed life for the short 
          final section. This is a string-laced spiritual, lashed with cross currents 
          of brass and, relatively discreet, percussion. 
        
 
        
If Still’s Symphony was, to an extent, the embodiment 
          of Dvořák’s dictum that America should 
          look to its plantation and minstrel songs, or at least to its black 
          American music, Amy Beach sought inspiration in the heritage of the 
          folk songs of Britain and Ireland. Her Gaelic Symphony, 
          written thirty-four years before Still’s is the Bardic Symphony to end 
          all Bardic Symphonies. It opens in heroic style, rich in chromaticism 
          and mountain top horn calls before the second movement introduces the 
          song The Little Field of Barley – a beautiful tune, simply voiced 
          by Beach, repeated on the oboe with delicate woodwind accompaniment. 
          The light brown strings lead to a pizzicato episode and skirling fiddles 
          that frolic over the tune’s increasing development. It’s the third movement 
          in which much of the greatest power of the symphony resides. Beginning 
          powerfully it relaxes into the slow tread of returning pizzicati to 
          uncover folk melodies anew. It rises to more romantic peaks in the central 
          panel of the movement with its nourishingly rich violin solos and ends 
          in a kind of twilight gloaming, underpinned by the percussive tap, burnished 
          strings, winding woodwind and final, dying violin notes. The finale 
          reveals its debt to the central European Romantics – Schumann principally 
          – and does so in a rather martial way, followed by free flowing romanticism 
          that builds up to a forceful peroration and ends the Symphony in some 
          powerful splendour. 
        
 
        
The recordings are well over thirty years old and they 
          sound splendid. Notes are good, in English only, and the music of these 
          profoundly different composers makes for constructive parallel appreciation. 
          I enjoyed both immensely and all praise to Bridge for this reissue. 
        
 
        
        
Jonathan Woolf