Strauss 
                was not averse to making himself the subject of his own works, 
                for example as a hero in Ein Heldenleben, a lover in Intermezzo 
                and a father figure in Sinfonia Domestica, which he 
                dedicated to his ‘dear wife and children’. That he pursued this 
                lavish self-promotion through thrilling melodies and brilliant 
                orchestration does not alter the fact that the ‘plot’ is not particularly 
                interesting; so why not relax and let this voluptuous music wash 
                over you? This could be a reasonable alternative to trying to 
                sort out the domestic squabbles, splendours and miseries of the 
                Strauss family while listening. Papa might occasionally sound 
                like a self-obsessed old windbag, but he’s never boring.  
              
 
              
It 
                seems almost as though both these works were allowed to evolve 
                in an improvisatory way; yet Strauss’s mastery of form and dramatic 
                incident is evident throughout. Nothing happens by chance, and 
                through all five movements of the Sinfonia the rich fabric 
                is embroidered with colourful threads and thrilling highlights. 
                As in Ein Heldenleben, there are quotations, and near-quotations, 
                from other Strauss works; yet, though Sinfonia Domestica 
                might appear an obvious example of programme music, it possesses 
                relatively few of the deft programmatic touches that make Til 
                Eulenspiegel and Don Juan masterpieces of musical scene 
                painting.  
              
 
              
Zinman’s 
                approach is refreshing, highlighting the invention and vivacity 
                that pervades this unusual work. The well-upholstered sound that 
                has long characterised Strauss performances by most of today’s 
                European orchestras is replaced by a clean, clear interpretation 
                with a by no means leisurely beat that neatly evades pomposity. 
                 
              
 
              
Strauss 
                added a further ‘chapter’ to his story in Parergon, written 
                a year later for piano (left hand) and dedicated to the pianist 
                Paul Wittgenstein (1887-1961) who had lost his right arm in the 
                war of 1914-18. It contains five interconnected sections, and 
                is described in the insert booklet as ‘a symphonic virtuoso piano.piece’. 
                Parergon has been said to reflect Strauss’s undefined anxieties 
                about his own son. Once again these subjective allusions need 
                not unduly bother the listener. The work is markedly different 
                in scale and size from the Sinfonia, tonal and academic 
                in character, it does not lack interest and its inclusion on this 
                disc is justified, if only on the grounds of completeness. But, 
                though excellently performed, in my view it does not make a satisfactory 
                link to the Sinfonia and it is easier to regard it as a 
                separate work.  
              
Roy 
                Brewer