Robert Savage is a new name to me, and probably to you too. This 
                is a most satisfying sampling of his music and I am very impressed.
                
Savage died in 1993, 
                  at the age of 42, of complications arising from AIDS. Sudden 
                  Sunsets is, according to the very good notes, the only work 
                  of Savage’s which stretched over several years. This is because 
                  it covers the time from his first awareness of being HIV-positive 
                  to his death. At first hearing I found this piece to be difficult, 
                  but repeated hearings have shown me the beauty of the work. 
                  Starting with an elusive funky dance for violin and piano, 
                  bass clarinet and flute join in, obscuring the original music. 
                  An animated section follows, filled with tunes. A cello cadenza 
                  leads to a section of stasis and the work ends with a quasi-minimalist 
                  piece culminating in the most beautiful coda. It is a perfect 
                  composition.
                
I use the word beautiful 
                  because this is beautiful music. Savage can write a good tune 
                  and present it attractively and put it in the perfect context.
                
The Wallace Stevens 
                  songs, Florida Poems, derive from a hiking trip to the 
                  Florida Everglades and were written on the other side of the 
                  country in Taos, New Mexico! These six songs are gratefully 
                  laid out for the voice with a magnificent piano accompaniment. 
                  This economy of means in song can only have been learned from 
                  his teacher - Savage didn’t study with Ned Rorem for nothing. 
                  Christine Schadeberg sings with a pure voice, vibrato held to 
                  a minimum, and Sara Laimon’s accompaniments are discreet and 
                  quite lovely. This is vocal music well written for the voice 
                  with tunes to the fore.
                
The AIDS Ward 
                  Scherzo was written whilst Savage was a patient at Lenox 
                  Hill Hospital. Beginning with jazzy chords, but in a context 
                  culled from Ruggles not Ornette Coleman, the music starts violently 
                  and aggressively. The first trio brings respite, marked nostalgic, 
                  it is languid and, dare I say it, laid-back. The scherzo reappears, 
                  but seems less distracted, to be followed by another trio. The 
                  ending has a single chord repeated in ever-increasing volume, 
                  only to be snuffed out at its height. Is Savage here making 
                  a reference to the fleeting nature of life and the imminent 
                  end of his own, I wonder?
                
Frost Free 
                  is a brief duo for clarinet and piano, playful and joyous, and 
                  it’s a real winner!
                
Cowboy Nocturne 
                  is the earliest work here. The notes tell us that although its 
                  surface alludes to a Chopin Nocturne the voice is obviously 
                  American – the voice of the gay Cowboy(?). It’s a lovely piece 
                  which ends, as the notes tell us, with “… a gesture unknown 
                  in Chopin’s Paris but common in every cocktail bar of Savage’s 
                  New York”!
                
I have kept the 
                  best for last – The Eye-Sky Symphony. The opening movement 
                  builds from simple material into a climax of gigantic proportions. 
                  The scherzo is wild and fantastic, ideas flying all over the 
                  place, nothing really settling down - urgency is the name of 
                  this music. An insistent timpani leads into the finale. A gorgeous 
                  oboe solo gets things going, then it all changes and elements 
                  of Ives from The "St Gauden's" in Boston Common 
                  (Col Robert Gould Shaw and his Colored  Regiment) (from 
                  Three Places in New England) appear amid trumpet fanfares. 
                  A lonely fanfare has the last word. It’s a very fine piece indeed.
                
I am always pleased 
                  to discover a composer new to me who writes with an original 
                  voice, knows how to develop and use his material to the full, 
                  can orchestrate and say what he has to say without frills or 
                  padding. In Robert Savage I have found one such composer. The 
                  tragedy is that his life was too short and there isn’t a large 
                  body of work left to us.
                
              
The performances are, 
                I am sure, totally authoritative and the recorded sound is excellent 
                with a wide dynamic range, allowing the climaxes to be very full. 
                This is a disk for everyone interested in music of our time. It 
                also serves as a fantastic introduction to anyone wanting to investigate 
                something new but who might be scared from modern music by the 
                likes of Harrison Birtwistle and Charles Ives.
                
                Essential listening.
                
                Bob Briggs