This was my first acquaintance 
                with the music of the American composer 
                Jeremy Beck. Beck grew up – playing 
                the cello – in Quincy, Illinois and 
                later went on to study at the Mannes 
                College of Music, Duke University and 
                Yale School of Music. His teachers have 
                included Lukas Foss, Jacob Druckman, 
                Stephen Jaffe and David Loeb. He is 
                presently based in Louisville, Kentucky. 
              
 
              
On the evidence of 
                these three compositions, Beck’s music 
                is very well crafted, in an idiom which 
                has much in common with the twentieth 
                century ‘mainstream’ of American music 
                – as found in the work of figures such 
                as Barber or Roy Harris or, in some 
                respects, Bernstein. His tonal compositions 
                are largely orthodox, even old-fashioned 
                in the way they work, in the emphasis 
                they place on melody, though that isn’t 
                to deny that Beck makes imaginative 
                use of the inherited tradition. There 
                is, interestingly, a common thread one 
                might describe as ‘literary’ linking 
                the three works on the present CD. 
              
 
              
The Cello Sonata heard 
                here is apparently Beck’s third venture 
                in the form; a first sonata was written 
                as an undergraduate in the 1980s, a 
                second during his time as a graduate 
                student at Duke University. The three 
                movements of this third all have titles 
                or headings, and what Beck calls "an 
                ending title". The first movement 
                is headed Aria da capo and is 
                accompanied by the words "sings 
                upon waking"; the second is headed 
                Pavane and has as its ending 
                text the phrase "receives a Princess"; 
                the final movement is headed Galliard 
                and has the words "observes the 
                precious foibles of the Earth" 
                as its "ending title". Beck 
                explains his purpose in using such texts: 
                "the headings are classical references, 
                suggesting historical derivations and 
                structural nuances; the endings are 
                poetic, all of which are connected to 
                the primary image of the sonata. The 
                poetry is meant to open emotional windows 
                into the interior of the piece, rather 
                than suggest specific visual cues". 
                A slightly cool melancholy pervades 
                all three movements, more evocative 
                of the moon’s effect on an earthly, 
                sparsely peopled landscape than of the 
                moonscape itself. This is a human piece, 
                rather than an astronomical one, as 
                it were. Aria da Capo begins 
                with some attractively singing music 
                for the cello and, in what follows there 
                are passages of lively interplay between 
                the two instruments. Expectations that 
                we will return to the original da 
                capo aria are not, however, fulfilled. 
                Analogously the second movement – Pavane 
                – again seems to imply a ternary structure 
                which isn’t completed; the rapid section 
                of this movement is particularly exhilarating. 
                In Galliard Beck plays a witty 
                hand, formally speaking. The ‘missing’ 
                third section of the second movement 
                is unexpectedly introduced and is followed, 
                in turn, by the ‘absent’ repeat of the 
                aria from the first movement. This neat 
                way of belatedly keeping the formal 
                ‘promises’ made earlier is a nice example 
                of how traditions can be (and always 
                are) made new by gifted composers. 
              
 
              
Songs Without Words 
                is again in three movements, each of 
                which is designed as a response to a 
                specific poem and each of which gets 
                its title from that poem. The first, 
                ‘Irresistible Death’ is inspired by 
                a passage from Pablo Neruda’s ‘Alturas 
                de Macchu Picchu’; the second, ‘…mists 
                of brightness’ gets its title from one 
                of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Sonnets, 
                and the last, ‘Night Watch’ offers a 
                kind of musical articulation of a short 
                poem by Vikram Seth (whose An Equal 
                Music of 1999 is, incidentally, 
                surely one of the finest of modern ‘music’ 
                novels, in its study of relationships 
                between - and beyond - the members of 
                a string quartet). Though the music 
                is pleasant, and though both Elizabeth 
                Sadilek and Gretchen Brumwell play with 
                winning tenderness, I found this less 
                gripping than the Cello Sonata. I wasn’t 
                always able to hear quite how the music 
                related to the poem, and wasn’t always 
                sure that the music had quite enough 
                substance to stand entirely on its own. 
              
 
              
The longest work here 
                – and rather different in character 
                from the two which precede it on the 
                disc – is Black Water. This originated, 
                Beck tells us, in a reading of Joyce 
                Carol Oates’s novel of the same name. 
                The novel is a fictionalised account 
                of the events of what happened on Chappaquidick 
                Island in July 1969, the accident in 
                which Mary Jo Kopechne drowned when 
                Senator Ted Kennedy’s car left the road. 
                It is presented from the point of view 
                of the drowning woman – called Kelly 
                Kelleher in Oates’s version – as she 
                reacts to the reality of her situation 
                and also experiences both hallucinations 
                and sudden rushes of memory. In part, 
                the novel is a study in how and why 
                powerful men can have a destructive 
                attractiveness for certain women. Beck 
                has produced his own libretto – printed 
                here in full - from the text of Oates’s 
                novel. It makes an extended monody for 
                soprano and here gets a powerful performance 
                from Jean McDonald and Robin Guy. There 
                is a considerable range of moods, many 
                rapid switches of pace and idiom, a 
                sustained intensity – all communicated 
                in a performance which has both force 
                and subtlety. If I say that I would 
                like to hear other performers tackle 
                this work I don’t mean in any way to 
                denigrate McDonald and Guy; I say it 
                because I think this is a work which 
                would reward other performers too and 
                which would lend itself to a variety 
                of interpretations. 
              
 
              
Black Water 
                is a compelling work; the interestingly 
                inventive Cello Sonata gets an excellent 
                performance from Emilio Colón 
                and Heather Coltman; the Songs Without 
                Words are, at the least, pleasant, even 
                if I find them less attention-grabbing 
                than the other two works. In short, 
                this is a fine sampler of a composer 
                whose work I shall certainly look out 
                for in future. 
              
Glyn Pursglove