Thankfully this isn’t 
                  the umpteenth recording of Appalachian 
                  Spring but a collection of lesser-known 
                  Copland. As always this music is quintessentially 
                  American, the suite from his opera 
                  The Tender Land, the bluesy 
                  piano concerto and the Old American 
                  Songs, the latter in choral 
                  arrangements. Appropriately enough 
                  the orchestra is the Illinois-based 
                  Elgin Symphony, which has embarked 
                  on an ambitious project called 
                  In Search of Our American Voice. Helping 
                  them in this endeavour are the St. 
                  Charles Singers, a multi-talented 
                  chamber choir founded in 1984. 
                
 
                
Speaking of voices, 
                  Copland has a unique, instantly recognisable 
                  ‘voice’ of his own and that is clear 
                  from the first bars of The Tender 
                  Land suite. In his illuminating 
                  liner-notes Joseph Horowitz reminds 
                  us that although this has a Depression-era 
                  rural setting one could argue that, 
                  in part at least, it’s also Copland’s 
                  response to the McCarthyist witch 
                  hunt of the 1950s. 
                
 
                
Interestingly the 
                  suite, arranged after the opera’s 
                  premiere in 1954, starts with the 
                  introduction to Act 3 and the love 
                  duet between the farm girl Laurie 
                  Moss and her drifter beau, Martin. 
                  The second movement is based on the 
                  party in Act II and the final movement 
                  comes from the quintet,’ ‘The Promise 
                  of Living’, at the end of Act I. 
                
 
                
Whatever Copland’s 
                  intentions the music is not far removed 
                  from the Pennsylvanian hills of Appalachia, 
                  with its open, unpretentious scoring. 
                  The usual epithets ‘folksy’ and ‘homespun’ 
                  apply but there is also a degree of 
                  disquiet reflected in the brass at 
                  the start of this movement. The ensuing 
                  harp melodies are most affecting in 
                  their simplicity and directness, Robert 
                  Hanson securing warm, idiomatic playing 
                  from his orchestra. 
                
 
                
The recording is 
                  clear and detailed, notably in the 
                  vigorous party music, and there’s 
                  no sign of strain or grain in the 
                  climaxes. Indeed, it’s an almost perfect 
                  acoustic for such a lucid score, the 
                  surging music of the last movement 
                  lovingly shaped and projected. This 
                  is vintage Copland and hearing this 
                  music may spur you to try the opera 
                  itself. 
                
 
                
Horowitz makes the 
                  point that Copland’s piano concerto 
                  was somewhat eclipsed by Gershwin’s 
                  much better known effort, written 
                  the year before. It doesn’t have the 
                  latter’s Broadway-inspired razzamatazz 
                  but what it does have is a 
                  more sophisticated, cosmopolitan feel 
                  to it. The insouciant, bluesy first 
                  movement – introduced with the usual 
                  fanfare – has the pianist doodling 
                  quietly at the keyboard. Benjamin 
                  Pasternack captures the languor of 
                  this movement very well indeed, the 
                  piano ideally placed and faithfully 
                  recorded. Copland’s detailed scoring 
                  is wonderfully realised too, the more 
                  expansive moments thrillingly intense 
                  but never overheated. 
                
 
                
The doodler is back 
                  in the second movement, his random 
                  notes followed by raucous music that 
                  has a real swing to it. The drums 
                  and percussion are certainly reminiscent 
                  of Gershwin but there is a fresh, 
                  individual quality to this concerto. 
                  Pasternack is suitably foot-stompin’ 
                  in those repeated jazzy phrases and 
                  the Elgin players give him wonderful 
                  support throughout. But it’s the final 
                  minute or so that’s the real tour 
                  de force, with the splendid percussion 
                  chasing the pianist all the way to 
                  the finish line. 
                
 
                
This is exhilarating 
                  stuff and quite possibly the most 
                  enjoyable item on the disc – go on, 
                  give it another whirl – so the choral 
                  arrangements of the Old American 
                  Songs needs to be pretty special 
                  to top that. Most listeners probably 
                  know these pieces in their original 
                  scoring for voice and piano; if that’s 
                  the version you want do try Willard 
                  White on Chandos CHAN 8960. 
                
 
                
Alas, first impressions 
                  of the choral arrangements aren’t 
                  very encouraging, baritone Nathaniel 
                  Stampley’s rather wide vibrato spoiling 
                  ‘The Boatmen’s Dance’. The St. Charles 
                  singers are another matter entirely; 
                  they are clear and nimble and, to 
                  be fair, Stampley does improve in 
                  ‘The Dodger’. Those who have heard 
                  Willard White in this repertoire will 
                  know just how much character and personality 
                  he brings to bear in these songs. 
                  Well worth seeking out. 
                
 
                
The Elgin Symphony 
                  is never less than excellent and the 
                  chorus sing eloquently in the ballad 
                  ‘Long Time Ago’. Diction could be 
                  clearer but with such heartfelt singing 
                  it seems churlish to complain. And 
                  then there’s ‘Simple Gifts’, the Shaker 
                  hymn we know from Appalachian Spring, 
                  essayed here with a wonderful sense 
                  of innocence and optimism. They even 
                  manage the farmyard onomatopoeia of 
                  ’I Bought Me a Cat’ which, if you 
                  don’t mind this kind of silliness, 
                  will probably put a smile on your 
                  face. 
                
 
                
Really it’s the chorus 
                  that makes these arrangements stand 
                  out; their bright, focused sound is 
                  invariably pleasing, even if the music 
                  doesn’t always sound like Copland. 
                  They are also suitably impassioned 
                  – febrile, even – in the Revivalist 
                  hymn ‘Zion’s Walls’. Then Stampley 
                  and tenor Jeffrey Hunt join them for 
                  a spirited rendition of ’The Golden 
                  Willow Tree’. Both soloists acquit 
                  themselves well here and for once 
                  the quirky orchestration actually 
                  sounds like authentic Copland. 
                
 
                
Of the two remaining 
                  songs the hymn tune ‘At The River’ 
                  could have been penned by Charles 
                  Ives, such is its mix of devotional 
                  text and strange harmonies. Hanson 
                  and his band bring this music to a 
                  stirring close before launching into 
                  the utterly delightful ‘Ching-a-ring 
                  Chaw’. If you haven’t smiled so far 
                  then this will surely do the trick, 
                  the singing and playing pin-sharp 
                  and full of fun. An upbeat finale 
                  to an enchanting disc. 
                
 
                
Minor caveats about 
                  the baritone aside this is another 
                  collection of American classics that 
                  deserves the highest praise. With 
                  exemplary playing, singing and an 
                  acoustic to match this is plainly 
                  indispensable. And the song texts 
                  are included as well, which is a welcome 
                  bonus. Buy it and enjoy. 
                
 
                
                
Dan Morgan