Good things continue 
                to come from the Nashville connection 
                with Naxos. The latest presents Carter 
                the doyen of avant-garde discontinuity 
                alongside Carter the young blood of 
                the American outdoors tradition. 
              
Holiday Overture 
                is cheeky and cheery, happy 
                and airy. Much to your surprise if you 
                have been off-put by his Symphony for 
                Three Orchestras (1977) and most of 
                his music from the 1960s you will find 
                this on all fours with Copland (Outdoor 
                Overture), Robert Ward and Randall 
                Thompson (Second Symphony). The strings 
                rage with Tippett-like ecstasy (7.12) 
                and while the melodic material leaves 
                little in the memory it is all agreeably 
                confident ebullience. 
              
 
              
His wartime Symphony 
                No. 1 is in three movements. The 
                idiom is much the same as the overture. 
                After a movement that celebrates the 
                graces with an easy drawl the second 
                seems to be a frontiersman's prayer 
                with the trumpet taking the part of 
                the modest orator (4.55). After the 
                serene glowing close of the ‘prayer’ 
                we are pitched into a vivacious finale 
                at first dominated by the silvery blade 
                of the violins which then playfully 
                toss rhythmic convulsions around the 
                orchestra. This is closer to the joie 
                de vivre of Thompson and perhaps Prokofiev 
                7 than to the then contemporary epics 
                such as Schuman 3 and Copland 3. For 
                all that this piece is for chamber orchestra 
                the Symphony sounds 'big'. 
              
 
              
The Piano Concerto 
                is dedicated to Stravinsky. It was 
                written two decades after the Overture 
                and is squarely in Carter's accustomed 
                astringent style - a radical contrast 
                with his 1940s self. Fragmentation, 
                shudders, momentary flashes of light 
                and interruptions, splenetic wrestling 
                and assault, discontinuous layers and 
                strata without obvious articulation 
                are the order of the day. I cannot imagine 
                many people who like the first two works 
                finding much to warm them in the Concerto. 
              
 
              
Wait is Dean and Piano 
                Professor at Vanderbilt University, 
                Tennessee. He has been the pianist in 
                a performance of Carter's Double Concerto 
                for piano and harpsichord in 1989 at 
                Alice Tully Hall. 
              
 
              
As a chronologically 
                proportionate selection this fails. 
                So much of Carter is in 1970s avant-garde 
                style. However as a portrait of Carter 
                as he was at the start and as he became 
                this is excellent. Performances seem 
                fine especially in the Concerto. More 
                polish was apparent in the recording 
                of the Symphony made in the 1980s by 
                Paul Dunkel and the American Composers 
                Orchestra. Certainly it has more colour 
                and vitality than the old mono LP recording 
                by the Louisville Orchestra and Robert 
                Whitney (LOU 611). Still this remains 
                enjoyable in the extreme and will especially 
                please those on the lookout for lyric-convulsive 
                Americana of the 1940s. Next the complete 
                Pocahontas ballet (the source 
                of the Symphony's material) and The 
                Minotaur, please. 
              
Rob Barnett