Comparison recordings: 
              Hermann Scherchen, VSOO, Westminster LP 
              ..DG/Westminster 471 263-2; also [1953 
              mono ADD] MCA Millennium Classics MCD 
              80082; also [96/24 re-mastering] DG/Westminster 
              
              Hermann Scherchen, VSO ["1960" 
              (1950?) live, mono ADD] AS Disk AS 302 
              
              James Levine, Chicago SO RCA RCD 24581 
              
              Pierre Boulez, Cleveland SO DGG 447 756-2 
              
              Leonard Bernstein, NYPO [ADD] Sony SMK 
              60564 
              Bernard Haitink, Royal Concertgebouw SO 
              [live] PHILIPS DUTCH MASTERS 50 (9 CDs) 
              Mahler’s Seventh 
                Symphony is generally regarded as 
                his most difficult to conduct, the most 
                difficult to listen to, and hence the 
                least popular. 
              
 
              
The form of the Seventh 
                is, typically, somewhat strange. Depending 
                upon your viewpoint, it’s either a five 
                movement symphony, or it’s a three section 
                symphony with the combined functions 
                of the scherzo and the slow movement 
                served by a "scherzo" flanked 
                by two "nachtmusik" movements, 
                the three together totalling nearly 
                40 minutes in this recording. It was 
                with these two "nachtmusik" 
                character-pieces that the work was conceived 
                and with which composition of the work 
                began, from the middle out so to speak. 
                After their composition, they were "framed" 
                by the first, middle, and last movements. 
                Then in the finale Mahler writes some 
                elaborate musical jokes satirizing Meistersinger, 
                (there are odd moments from Bruckner 
                and Mozart and his own Second Symphony, 
                as well as his Eighth Symphony 
                which he hadn’t written yet) which have 
                led some to think he was incompetent, 
                others that he was mad, cynical, or 
                just plain vulgar. Some describe the 
                whole symphony as a nightmare, the complete 
                opposite to the exultant optimism of 
                the following Eighth Symphony, 
                and also quite different from morbid 
                but concrete tragedy of the preceding 
                Sixth Symphony. And parts of 
                the Seventh are just plain spooky. 
              
 
              
Having written the 
                two "nachtmusik" movements, 
                Mahler came to a complete stop in the 
                composition of this symphony, unable 
                to proceed. Then one day it occurred 
                that he was rushing about, late for 
                an appointment, and hired a boatman 
                to row him out to an island in a lake. 
                As he relaxed into the boat, with the 
                first dipping of the oars the first 
                movement of this symphony first began 
                to play through in his imagination. 
                It was probably equally the idea of 
                the island in the lake as well as the 
                repeated motion of the oars which were 
                suggestive. Within weeks the full symphony 
                was sketched out and composition was 
                under way again. Whether Mahler though 
                of the complete symphony as two islands 
                or five islands in a lake, of all of 
                Mahler’s symphonies these movements 
                lean on each other the least. There 
                are virtually no themes, motifs or structures 
                in common among them. It’s almost as 
                thought Mahler wrote five unrelated 
                orchestral pieces and programmed them 
                to be played in order on one night. 
              
 
              
But Mahler conducted 
                this symphony several times and made 
                some slight revisions so we may assume 
                that he said just what he intended to 
                say. The interpreter’s problem is to 
                allow each of these disparate elements 
                to find its full expression while conveying 
                a sense of logic and wholeness. Obviously 
                Mahler felt these elements related to 
                each other, belonged together. A conductor 
                who cannot convince us of this has not 
                done his job. However, it is very difficult 
                to find words to analyze why a performance 
                of this symphony succeeds or fails. 
                All one can say is, "it works" 
                or "it doesn’t work." 
              
 
              
Hence we might expect 
                that opinions would be more diverse 
                than usual as to which are the best 
                performances of this particular Mahler 
                Symphony. However it turns out that 
                this is not necessarily the case. The 
                Scherchen and various Haitink performances 
                are have been very widely admired and 
                for many years, while partisans of Bernstein 
                naturally admire his performance. More 
                recently the Boulez and, now, the Michael 
                Tilson Thomas performances attract attention 
                partly because this symphony makes the 
                greatest use of the widest possible 
                palette of symphonic sounds and the 
                most modern high definition recorded 
                sound is of great advantage. 
              
 
              
James Levine’s was 
                the first performance to be issued on 
                CD, and his unerring dramatic instincts 
                and the superb playing of the Chicago 
                Symphony Orchestra carried them through 
                with great credit. It is not surprising 
                that Scherchen and Boulez should be 
                particularly successful at playing Mahler. 
                Both have had extensive experience in 
                twelve tone music, music where tonality 
                is only one of many ways of vertically 
                organizing notes. The twelve tone system 
                is said by some to have been made inevitable 
                by Mahler’s music. Many conductors are 
                at some level still uncomfortable with 
                Mahler’s innovations, whereas Scherchen 
                and Boulez view Mahler as no more startling 
                than Schubert or Mozart, and can concentrate 
                on playing the notes just as written, 
                avoiding facile solutions and approximations 
                that other conductors might have required. 
                Michael Tilson Thomas also has extensive 
                experience with modern music; in particular 
                he is one of the finest Stravinsky conductors 
                of all time and no slouch at Villa-Lobos 
                and Ives either. 
              
 
              
Scherchen’s 1953 recording 
                with the VSOO was sold as a hi-fi demo 
                disk, but many consider it the finest 
                performance ever recorded. It wasn’t 
                really until Kubelik and Bernstein embarked 
                on complete cycles in the late 1960s 
                that the work was widely recorded. Scherchen’s 
                live recording on AS disk is listed 
                as "1960" on the disk packaging, 
                and as 22 June 1950 in René Trémine’s 
                Scherchen Discography; apparently 
                this recording was also available temporarily 
                on the Orfeo label. A third recording 
                by Scherchen from 1965 made with the 
                Toronto Symphony was available briefly 
                without authorization of the Scherchen 
                family and is no longer in print. Since 
                evidently Bruno Walter never recorded 
                the work, these Scherchen recordings 
                are our clearest window into Mahler’s 
                contemporary world, since Scherchen 
                was in some ways as close to Mahler 
                as Walter was. The interpretation is 
                monumental, but unfortunately they are 
                not among Scherchen’s best rehearsed 
                or best played performances. 
              
 
              
I think of my knowledge 
                of the German language as being quite 
                limited, but if I’m starting to think 
                in terms of German puns perhaps I know 
                more than I think I do. Mahler’s description 
                for two of these movements is nachtmusik. 
                We know what Mozart’s definition of 
                nachtmusik was, a translation 
                of the Italian serata or serenata, 
                music of the evening, that is, relaxing 
                music suitable for the background of 
                pleasant diversion. But what Mahler 
                has written is more like "nachmusik." 
                There is no such word in German, but 
                if there were it would mean something 
                like "almost" music, or something 
                beyond music, meta-music. This idea 
                is not so far fetched as one might imagine 
                when one considers that Viennese dialect 
                is very careless, very slurred. I’m 
                convinced Mahler heard Mozart’s work 
                referred to over and over again in Vienna 
                as "Eine Kleine Nach’musik" 
                and possibly the idea of nachmusik 
                began to roll around in his imagination. 
                Another "night music" precursor 
                might lie in Verdi’s music at the beginning 
                of Aïda, act III, music 
                suggestive of crickets and insects, 
                setting the scene of a tropical evening* 
                full of portent. Indeed, there are passages 
                in these movements of Mahler’s which 
                resemble insect sounds, or demented 
                bird sounds, or some mad combination 
                of both. But that is only a small part; 
                the music moves on into bizarrerie 
                of the most profound. After this music 
                the next step, twelve tone composing, 
                is all but inevitable. Is it then a 
                coincidence that Schoenberg’s first 
                twelve tone composition (also including 
                mandolin) was his Serenade? 
              
 
              
In addition to his 
                excellent Haydn and Sibelius, most of 
                those recordings by Leonard Bernstein 
                which I admire are of modern music; 
                his recordings of Nielsen, Honegger, 
                Stravinsky and Milhaud rank among the 
                very finest. Since the Seventh is perhaps 
                the most "modern" of Mahler’s 
                symphonies I hoped this would be the 
                exception to my general dislike of Bernstein’s 
                Mahler Symphony recordings. Unfortunately 
                I was wrong. I found his approach, as 
                with the other symphonies, so unpleasant 
                that I could listen to no more than 
                a few minutes of each movement before 
                I was forced to remove the disk from 
                play. When I attempt to express just 
                what is the problem, my first clue is 
                given by the cover of the disk. Stokowski 
                once said that conducting is "all 
                done with the eyes." Bernstein 
                has his eyes closed, his face in a rapt 
                ecstatic expression. He is obviously 
                having a wonderful time. But another 
                conductor stated the very essence of 
                conducting is that the conductor not 
                feel emotions, that he remain objective, 
                alert and in control, so that the emotion 
                is produced mostly in the audience, 
                not necessarily in the musicians. Recall 
                when Kathleen Ferrier apologized to 
                Bruno Walter for her "unprofessional" 
                conduct when she broke down in tears 
                while singing Mahler. 
              
 
              
To my ear, Bernstein’s 
                performance of this work has no temporal 
                relationships; the notes are just played 
                one after another with no apparent reason 
                or structure. It’s somewhat like some 
                of Glenn Gould’s slow staccato Bach 
                performances where each note is detached 
                from all the others and there is no 
                flow. It’s no wonder Gould and Bernstein 
                didn’t get along personally, at times 
                they both tried to do the same thing 
                the same way and, like two chefs, got 
                totally in each other’s way. But if 
                you like Bernstein’s approach to Mahler, 
                you probably already have those recordings 
                and you will probably not like anybody 
                else’s approach, so you aren’t likely 
                to care for Michael Tilson Thomas either. 
                Tilson Thomas may have taken some lessons 
                from Bernstein, but is utterly unlike 
                him in style. 
              
 
              
Immediately after listening 
                - or more correctly attempting to listen 
                - to the Bernstein I put on the Haitink 
                recording. The difference was night 
                and day even though the tempi were virtually 
                the same. Each note in the Haitink performance 
                is a word of a sentence in an eloquent 
                narrative; you are pulled along, gradually 
                lifted up, settled down, stopped for 
                a minute then started up again. The 
                virtuosity of the orchestral playing, 
                their ensemble and sense of commitment 
                are breathtaking. This is not surround 
                sound but what a good four channel decoder 
                is able to do with this two channel 
                master is extremely credible. The music 
                moves inexorably along its appointed 
                course to a shattering conclusion, at 
                the end leaving the Dutch audience on 
                their feet shouting. Even in SACD sound, 
                can Tilson Thomas surpass this? No. 
              
 
              
Michael Tilson Thomas 
                gives us a very, very fine performance 
                of this symphony and his engineers deliver 
                a brilliant wide range low distortion 
                recording. This is an excellent performance, 
                a very fine performance, an astounding 
                performance, particularly in the third 
                movement. But in every way the Haitink 
                is just a tiny bit better**. The problem 
                is that to get the Haitnik performance 
                you have to buy 9 CDs of "Christmas 
                Mahler Concerts," or would have 
                to buy if the disks were still available 
                commercially, but the only way to buy 
                the set now is directly from a website 
                in Holland. If all this is too formidable 
                for your collector’s mania, settling 
                for the Michael Tilson Thomas performance 
                will be an extremely comfortable second 
                best. You will never regret buying this 
                recording. 
              
 
              
So far the Michael 
                Tilson Thomas San Francisco Symphony 
                Mahler cycle has done all of the completed 
                symphonies except the Eighth. 
                In this series the purely instrumental 
                works have come off best, the Sixth 
                best of all, with some sort of problem 
                in each of the works with solo vocal. 
                Choral performance was excellent in 
                the Second symphony, so I look 
                forward to their recording of the first 
                movement of the Eighth. It is in part 
                two of the Eighth where I would 
                be concerned. But I hope that my fears 
                turn out to be completely unfounded; 
                I hope to be overwhelmed. 
              
 
              
I am grateful to Professor 
                H. F. Redlich of the University of Manchester 
                Faculty of Music for valuable insights 
                expressed in his essay to accompany 
                the Eulenberg edition of the miniature 
                score. I do however disagree with his 
                characterization of the distant cowbell 
                sound in Mahler’s Sixth and Seventh 
                Symphonies as describing "extreme 
                loneliness." The image I receive 
                from this sound is of a view from a 
                high place overlooking a verdant valley 
                with farms, cows, crops, streams; and, 
                in the distance, high snow covered mountains. 
                But — no humans except the observer. 
                In other words, the sound of the distant 
                bells symbolizes the overwhelming spaces 
                and grandness of Nature perceived in 
                solitude. It reminds me of a time when 
                I sat on the edge of the Grand Canyon 
                in Arizona with no one else around*** 
                and listened to the very quiet sounds 
                of the birds flying by, a snake crawling 
                by, tiny sounds which all but masked 
                the distant roar of the mighty river 
                a mile below me. To me this is solitude, 
                yes, but not loneliness. This is as 
                close as one can get to the sense of 
                participation in the natural world, 
                and I felt the presence, perhaps even 
                the companionship, of the living nature 
                spirits. And Mahler was at least as 
                crazy as I am. 
              
 
              
*A Doctor of Music 
                friend insists that this evening music 
                is the greatest music Verdi ever wrote, 
                that it shows true creativity, whereas 
                he considers merely writing tunes is 
                a vulgar pastime barely worthy of note. 
              
 
              
**It turns out that 
                the first recording review I ever published 
                was of Haitink’s very first recording 
                on the strength of which I predicted 
                that he would one day be reckoned among 
                the great conductors of our age. It’s 
                nice to be proven right. (When he let 
                me go, the editor complained of me that 
                I was afraid to take risks.) 
              
 
              
***Solitude at the 
                Grand Canyon is a generally impossible 
                condition as this is one of the most 
                crowded places in North America. It 
                happened that in 1963 I managed to slip 
                into the park’s North Rim section before 
                official opening when the staff were 
                assembling prior to opening the hotel, 
                and someone had left the main gate ajar. 
              
 
              
              
Paul Shoemaker