Comparison recording: 
                Monn, S12, Schneider, La Stagione cpo 
                999 391-2 
              Neither of these Monn 
                concertos is the one Schoenberg arranged 
                for cello and orchestra. The g minor 
                keyboard concerto appears on the Schneider 
                disk in the harpsichord version and 
                also in a version for cello. 
              
 
              
Following the Monn, 
                the Wagenseil sounds at first like something 
                Schoenberg should have arranged instead. 
                It’s already cute and sparkly, but on 
                familiarity its virtues become more 
                apparent. In his time Wagenseil was 
                a popular and well known musician, his 
                style very influential. Here he produces 
                a beautiful andante of tragic 
                proportions, and Simpson’s ability to 
                ornament an eighteenth century melodic 
                line contributes a great deal. 
              
 
              
The Monn Triple 
                Concerto is perhaps really a trio 
                sonata, but the concerto aesthetic is 
                unmistakable. This work can be compared 
                to Bach’s unaccompanied Two Harpsichord 
                Concerto in C, except that of course 
                the Monn work is very much in the Eighteenth 
                Century style. Unfortunately the synthesis 
                of solo violin leaves something to the 
                imagination and some may find this recording 
                unconvincing, even though the keyboard 
                and flute are rendered very well, and 
                the violin part is not musically "leading," 
                and is tacit in the slow movement. 
                As with all synthesised music concerts, 
                some persons will find the sound intolerable, 
                and that’s a shame because they will 
                miss some fine music they’re not likely 
                to hear any other way. For most persons, 
                the sound quickly becomes familiar and 
                the musical rewards fully repay a little 
                patience. See William Zagorsky’s review 
                of these disks in Fanfare Magazine 
                V. 21 #3 and V. 27 #6 for some additional 
                comments on this issue. 
              
 
              
Johann Christoph Mann 
                might be called the Franz Liszt of the 
                18th Century, and his music suffered 
                a similar fate. The same nineteenth 
                century musicologists who revived Bach 
                with loving collection and collation 
                had a contempt for two kinds of virtuosos: 
                1) arrangements of "popular" 
                airs to allow performance in piano recital 
                of orchestral and vocal works, and 2) 
                pieces designed to showcase the skill 
                of the performer. Victorian musicologists 
                solemnly pronounced that such music 
                had no divine inspiration in it as it 
                was written for unworthy purposes, therefore 
                it was beneath contempt and deserved 
                to perish. Liszt’s Transcendental 
                Etudes, Hungarian Rhapsodies 
                and opera transcriptions were consigned 
                to these yawning dustbins and would 
                have rotted away there had not 20th 
                century musicologists, encouraged by 
                Bela Bartók, decided to take 
                a second look. 
              
 
              
After all, Bach wrote 
                a lot about God, therefore whatever 
                he wrote was "inspired", even 
                his transcriptions of popular airs and 
                his virtuoso showpieces. Travelling 
                virtuosos like Silvius Leopold Weiss, 
                Johann Christoph Mann, Nicolo Paganini, 
                and Franz Liszt not only were not obsessed 
                by writing about God. Worse, they associated 
                with show people, probably had sex, 
                perhaps even frequently, and were therefore 
                evil and ungodly, and their music would 
                corrupt any students with whom it might 
                come in contact. Liszt’s assumption 
                of holy orders was condemned as a posturing 
                hypocrisy, and his composition of religious 
                music was denounced as sacrilege, for 
                reality cannot be allowed to conflict 
                with theory. "The Devil must not 
                be believed even when he tells the truth." 
                Such a quaint and silly idea still casts 
                its huge shadow. The music of Liszt 
                was buried unheard for nearly fifty 
                years after his death. Only in the last 
                decades have the works of Weiss begin 
                to be revived, and only with the release 
                of Initium disks has the world heard 
                any of the works of J. C. Mann. 
              
 
              
The Menuetto and 
                Trio presented here, only one of 
                many that exist in manuscript, is a 
                masterpiece and alone worth the price 
                of this disk. It contains bizarre touches 
                of seductive Spanish rhythm, capitalising 
                on the popularity of the then newly 
                published Scarlatti harpsichord sonatas, 
                but it doesn’t sound at all like Scarlatti, 
                instead it looks forward astonishingly 
                to Astor Piazzola. Performed here with 
                wit and grace, it is music to astonish 
                and delight. You may find yourself laughing 
                out loud at some of the twists and turns, 
                swoops and glides. Whether it was intentionally 
                satirical or not, it succeeds admirably 
                in this, and may even remind you a little 
                of Ravel’s La Valse. Mr. Simpson, 
                may we please have many more of these 
                Menuettos? 
              
 
              
The Monn Sonata 
                for Organ is a bright and tuneful 
                work, one you’ll find yourself whistling; 
                you’ll be sure you’ve heard it before 
                somewhere, but, no this is the first 
                time. The music is so much fun that 
                Simpson imagines Monn playing it with 
                the percussion stops on the organ turned 
                on and offers us an alternate track 
                so recorded. This track alone will ensure 
                you never have another dull party. 
              
 
              
Paul Shoemaker