John
                        Corigliano is a man of many talents – composer,
                        teacher, record producer. This enterprising disc showcases
                        both his earlier work (the violin sonata) and a set of
                        variations based on his score for François Girard’s 1997
                        film 
The Red Violin. Sensibly, Naxos have paired
                        them with violin vignettes by Virgil Thomson, perhaps
                        best known for his film scores 
The Plow That Broke
                        the Plains and 
The River.
                    
                     
                    
                    The
                        Russian-born violinist Philippe Quint may not be a household
                        name on this side of the Atlantic but he has made quite
                        an impact in his adopted homeland. Apart from winning
                        a slew of prestigious awards he is dedicated to performing
                        American music. He is partnered here by the charismatic
                        pianist William Wolfram, who made an impact of his own
                        with a fine disc of Donizetti opera transcriptions [see 
review].
                    
 
                    Briefly,
 The Red
                          Violin traces the travels of the eponymous instrument
                          from Italy in the late 1600s to 19
th-century
                          England, China during the Cultural Revolution and finally
                          to Canada in the 1990s. The conceit will be familiar
                          to anyone who has read 
Accordion Crimes by 
Brokeback author
                          Annie Proulx. 
                     
                    
Corigliano
                        won an Academy Award for the original score
, which
                        he has reworked as a set of five variations. From the
                        outset it’s clear we are in the presence of a very fine
                        fiddler. Quint produces a lovely warm tone in the elegiac
                        opening to Variation 1, not to mention some scintillating
                        passagework in the ensuing Con bravura. But it’s in the
                        third variation that he really surprises, with an almost
                        throaty sound. He seems perfectly in control at all times,
                        especially in the quick, rhythmically precise writing
                        towards the end of this variation. In Variation 4 he
                        is wonderfully eloquent, too, and the instrument’s upper
                        registers really sing. He also imbues the music with
                        a meditative quality that is most attractive, notably
                        in the final variation. Even in the more agitated passages
                        he bows with great precision and bite, the engineers
                        capturing the weight and character of sound very well
                        indeed.
                     
                    
For
                        anyone looking to sample Corigliano’s work this is an
                        excellent place to start. His music is described as ‘neo-tonal’ but
                        as so often the label doesn’t tell you a great deal about
                        what to expect. Lightweight it may be but this is skilful
                        music adroitly played. Ditto the violin sonata, where
                        Quint is joined by Wolfram, whose first imperious entry
                        is a sign of what’s to follow. Both soloists are warmly
                        recorded, the violin tone nicely balanced by a weighty
                        piano.
                     
                    
Wolfram
                        proves he can play quietly and with feeling in the Andantino,
                        in marked contrast to his jaunty Allegro. They both respond
                        well to this meanderingly beautiful movement. But even
                        here the music has a habit of modulating into something
                        a little wilder before returning to its gentle wanderings.
                        Indeed, there are times when one is reminded of Korngold’s
                        violin concerto. But whatever the echoes it’s delectable
                        stuff and superbly played.
                     
                    
The
                        third movement – Lento – is more austere than anything
                        we’ve heard thus far; Wolfram restrains the violin’s
                        attempts to break free with darker more declamatory music.
                        The tension is never fully resolved – shades of Shostakovich’s
                        piano trios, perhaps – the movement ending in an enigmatic
                        violin fade.
                     
                    
The
                        final Allegro has a rollicking, silent-film quality that
                        conceals writing of some subtlety and skill. Wolfram
                        springs the rhythms with real affection, Quint shooting
                        the musical rapids with ease. It’s a witty and engaging
                        conclusion to a delightful work, helped by playing of
                        rare commitment. Indeed, it’s hard to imagine this performance
                        being easily trumped.
                     
                    
Virgil
                        Thomson, like his contemporary Aaron Copland, belongs
                        to that small group of composers whose work captures
                        the spirit of America, whether in rousing tributes to
                        the Wild West or evocations of its landscapes and rivers.
                        But the works recorded here are altogether more urban – sophisticated,
                        even – dating as they do from Thomson’s years in Paris.
                     
                    
The 
Three
                          Portraits, arranged for violin and piano by Samuel
                          Dushkin, are charming vignettes. It’s not essential
                          to identify the subjects, who are rendered here with
                          obvious insight. The first is a tipsy barcarolle, the
                          second a haughty tango, both essayed with rhythmic
                          subtlety and an artist’s eye for defining detail. The
                          bird-like third portrait, complete with trills, is
                          for violin alone. Fresh, open, never sly or knowing,
                          these pieces are little gems.
                     
                    
Five
                          Ladies, written in the 1930s but only published in 1983, offers more of the
                          same but this time without the intervention of an arranger.
                          If anything these pieces are more focused, the writing
                          more distinctive than before. They really are the simplest
                          of sketches, a series of telling musical pencil strokes.
                          The soloists echo this disarmingly simple style with
                          playing of lightness and grace. 
                     
                    
The
 Eight
                          Portraits, written between 1928 and 1940, give
                          Quint another chance to demonstrate his skills. At
                          first they can seem a little dry, almost like a set
                          of practice pieces, but Quint individualises each of
                          them with a range of mood and colour that is most impressive.
                          That said, the material is overstretched at times.
                          Minor caveats aside this really is playing of a high
                          order, self-possessed yet never self-regarding.
                     
                    
Such
                        fine performances of rarely heard works are what make
                        the American Classics series indispensable. Indeed, this
                        is one of the most consistently satisfying projects in
                        the entire Naxos catalogue. And while this disc doesn’t
                        qualify as mould-breaking or profound, it’s well worth
                        hearing.
                     
                    
Dan
                            Morgan