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Judith Lang ZAIMONT
(b.1945)
Chroma - Northern Lights (1985) [10:33]
Symphony No.2, Remember Me (2000): I. Ghosts [12:15]
II. Elegy for strings [10:07]
STILLNESS - Poem for Orchestra (2004) [20:00]
Robert Marecek and Josef Skorepa (violins)
Slovak National Symphony Orchestra/Kirk Trevor
rec. 8, 9, 11, 12 September 2008, Slovak National Radio, Bratislava,
Slovakia. DDD
NAXOS 8.559619 [52:26]
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Zaimont’s music is, according to the notes in the insert,
“… often cited for its immediacy, dynamism and palpable
emotion. Her largest ensemble works especially capture her expressive
strength … employing a wide, nuanced palette of instrumental
colors used to clarify her characteristic rich and imaginative
textures.”
Don’t you just love the idea of a “nuanced palette
of instrumental colors” being used “to clarify characteristic
rich and imaginative textures.”? It might better have
been said that Zaimont uses a rich orchestral palette and her
orchestration is viably colourful.
Chroma - Northern Lights is a well crafted work, but,
despite its obvious energy and the composer’s delight
in instrumental colour - her nuanced palette obviously at work
here - there doesn’t appear to be any real personality
here. It’s all very pleasing but I’ve heard it all
before - especially in the larger orchestral works of Alun Hoddinott.
Ghosts, again according to the notes, “visits with
six other composers, all commingling in a mercurial structure
where one morphs into another in unexpected ways.” One
of the six composers named is Benjamin Britten and the piece
begins with an unashamed quote from the opening of the Tennyson
movement from that composer’s Serenade, op.31.
Thereafter, the music changes direction and mood rapidly, and
Zaimont creates a kaleidoscope of sound. It’s quite a
thrilling piece and obviously difficult to play as the orchestra,
at one point, is so obviously under strain that there is a scrappiness
to the performance. The Elegy for strings (which incorporates
parts for two solo violins) is a much more satisfying work -
deeply felt and without any histrionics. It has a British string
music feel - the British have been especially successful in
writing for strings, from Elgar, the Introduction and Allegro,
Tippett, the Double Concerto and Corelli Fantasia
right up to the present day and Howard Blake’s Month
in the Country Suite, John McCabe’s Concertante
Variations on a Theme by Nicholas Maw and Maw’s own
Life Studies. It turns out that, according to the notes,
the overt Britishness in this music is entirely due to the fact
that the composer’s aunt was “… of British
heritage.”
The final work, STILLNESS, is “… the fruit
of Zaimont’s study of the works of Morton Feldman and
Frederick Delius, and her inquiry into how each manages the
art of ‘staying in place’ even as their music progresses”.
All well and good, but Feldman and Delius were two of the most
unique voices in 20th century music and how they
did what they did was inimical to themselves - think of Feldman’s
Coptic Light and Delius’s On Hearing the First
Cuckoo in Spring - both stay in the place in which they
started but travel a big journey. Zaimont’s is an interesting
idea but she creates a work which doesn’t stay in place
for there is far too much forward movement and momentum; there
is also a visit with Tippett at one point! Overall, this is
an interesting work for it shows what the previous pieces fail
to show: that here is a composer who can think her own thoughts
and carry them out successfully.
The notes in the inlay don’t do Zaimont any favours for
I was led to believe that here was a major talent screaming
to be heard. Certainly Zaimont has a talent - STILLNESS
alone proves that - but no amount of pretentious prose can elevate
the music from the position it now holds. This music is worth
hearing but, as I often find in recent music, there isn’t
sufficient personality in it to make one wish to return to it.
However, there is enough worthwhile material to make me want
to hear more of Zaimont’s music, perhaps on a smaller
scale.
Bob Briggs
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