After my experience 
                of the Grace 
                Bumbry DVD in this series, I was 
                not sure what to expect. But Sylvia 
                McNair’s contribution is simply superb. 
                Whatever minor caveats one might have, 
                there is a security of interpretation 
                and a visceral love of the music she 
                sings that makes this disc irresistible. 
                Add to this the bonus of the Corigliano 
                cycle, written for McNair; a real work 
                of substance. 
              
 
              
The programming is 
                exemplary (the works appear exactly 
                as in my title to this review). The 
                emphasis, pre-Corigliano, is French 
                and Spanish, McNair clearly playing 
                to her strengths. In her first interview 
                sequence (they speckle the programme, 
                in between works), she talks of her 
                respect for and awareness of the importance 
                of the text. If this element is strong 
                throughout, it comes to a head in the 
                Corigliano. 
              
 
              
But to start at the 
                beginning, with Duparc’s Phidylé 
                (McNair: ‘I love it!’) has 
                the singer spinning her thread over 
                Vignoles’ softly pulsating chordal accompaniment. 
                Vignoles is in almost every way the 
                perfect accompanist, and he helps McNair 
                to capture the song’s near-ecstatic 
                climax. 
              
 
              
The Fauré (in 
                C sharp minor - ‘a grrreat key’, 
                apparently) is notable not only for 
                McNair’s sensitive handling of line 
                but also for Vignoles’ care with counter-melodies. 
                But maybe it is the Messiaen that will 
                surprise. The harmonies are characteristically 
                ‘slippy’, chords sliding to the next 
                sensually. This is a lovely song (very 
                approachable, if that worries you) and 
                McNair obviously loves this, too. 
              
 
              
Punctuating the vocal 
                items is a brief Gymnopédie 
                that Vignoles despatches with great 
                sensitivity; McNair stands to the side 
                of the piano and gazes on. 
              
 
              
As McNair puts it, 
                one advantage of the Vocalise is 
                that there are no words to forget. Ravel’s 
                example of this genre is, perhaps unsurprisingly, 
                sensual in a less developed - or perhaps 
                more refined - way than the Messiaen. 
                A rapid, quick-fire Debussy ‘Chevaux 
                de bois’ contains a marvellous sense 
                of mystery later on. McNair says she 
                wants to sing Mélisande; maybe 
                she has done since then? It would be 
                wonderful to hear. Vignoles, too, speaks 
                before this item, reflecting on the 
                differences between German Lied and 
                French Mélodies. His mode of 
                delivery is very English and very different 
                from McNair’s so they complement each 
                other well. 
              
 
              
So to the first of 
                the two sets of songs. Falla’s popular 
                Spanish songs are magnificent. The singer 
                claims to love the language and the 
                pianist does a mean guitar-strumming 
                impression. McNair does the intensely 
                Spanish ornaments in the vocal line 
                especially well - try No. 4, ‘Jota’. 
                The strength of the McNair/Vignoles 
                partnership is that they can immerse 
                themselves in a lullaby (No. 5, ‘Nana’) 
                as easily as they can in the more extrovert 
                numbers (the final song, No. 7,’Polo’). 
              
Finally, for the advertised 
                part of the programme, anyway, John 
                Corigliano’s Mr Tambourine Man. 
                McNair had been singing in Chicago in 
                Corigliano’s opera The ghosts of 
                Versailles. When asked who she would 
                like to write a cycle for her, her response 
                was immediate and this is the result. 
                Finished in February 2000 and premiered 
                in Carnegie Hall, this finds McNair 
                and Vignoles at their very best, don’t 
                let the fact that McNair uses the printed 
                music put you off. Following on from 
                the folk-like settings of Copland and 
                the songs of Leonard Bernstein, this 
                cycle is highly impressive. 
              
 
              
Interestingly, the 
                piano introduction to the first song, 
                ‘Prelude, Mr Tambourine Man’ is not 
                a million miles away from the Franco-Spanish 
                Impressionist feeling we have heard 
                thus far. 
              
 
              
Even more notable is 
                the way the concentration is screwed 
                up even higher from the performers. 
                It seems obvious that they want to do 
                the very best by this piece. 
              
 
              
The second movement, 
                ‘Clothes Line’, is sparse, along the 
                lines of Copland. The piano introduction 
                put me in mind of the slow movement 
                of Copland’s Duo for flute and piano. 
                This is very still music, very delicate 
                and spare. For ‘Blowin’ in the Wind’, 
                the third song, the piano seems to reflect 
                the line, ‘How many roads must a man 
                walk down?’ in its trudging gait. 
              
 
              
The final Postlude 
                carries straight on from the fifth song, 
                ‘Chimes of Freedom’. The music gets 
                ever more spare, until McNair is left 
                to begin the Postlude on her own; and 
                beguilingly she does so, too. This is 
                the art of the simple to make the greatest 
                point, the greatest affect as well as 
                effect. 
              
 
              
The encore is very 
                much an optional extra, as the Corigliano 
                demands prolonged contemplation long 
                after the music stops. However the Mozart, 
                the odd man out in the programme, too, 
                features superb melismatic passage-work 
                from McNair. It is not really thrilling 
                and there are some tuning problems that 
                indicate some fatigue. Finish with the 
                Corigliano, though, and you will not 
                be disappointed. 
              
 
              
Thoroughly recommended. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke