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Johannes BRAHMS
(1833-1897)
The Songs of Johannes Brahms - 3
Wach auf, mein Herzensschöne Wo033/16 [2:08]
Erlaube mir, feins Mädchen Wo033/2 [1:22]
Mein Mädel hat einen Rosenmund Wo033/25 [2:01]
Ein Sonett op.14/4 [1:54]
Ständchen op.14/7 [3:18]
Der Kuss op.19/1 [1:51]
An eine Äolsharfe op.19/5 [4:03]
Magyarisch op.46/2 [2:54]
Die Schale der Vergessenheit op.46/3 [1:43]
Fünf Lieder op.49 [12:37]
Mein wundes Herz verlangt op.59/7 [1:54]
Im Garten am Seegestade op.70/1 [2:23]
Lerchengesang op.70/2 [2:51]
Serenade op.70/3 [1:21]
An den Mond op.71/2 [3:17]
In Waldeseinsamkeit op.85/6 [2:35]
Auf dem Schiffe op.97/2 [1:07]
Es hing der Reif op.106/3 [2:52]
Ein Wanderer op.106/5 [3:02]
Die Sonne scheint nicht mehr Wo033/5, Wo gehst du hin, du Stolze?
Wo033/22 [1:18]
Es steht ein Lind Wo033/41 [2:45]
Simon Bode (tenor), Graham Johnson (piano)
rec. 23-25 November 2009, All Saints’, Durham Road, East Finchley,
London
Original texts included with English translations
HYPERION CDJ33123 [60:51]
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This is the third volume of the Brahms song edition masterminded
by Graham Johnson. He explains in some detail, and even a little
defiantly, his reasons for not arranging the project chronologically
or by opus number. Here is just one significant passage:
There is a modern tendency to see a famous cycle like
Winterreise as the nineteenth-century norm to which all other
groups of songs should be made to conform, and this ‘search
for cycles’ has become something of an obsession in present-day
musicology, a means of using the popularity of Schubert’s
and Schumann’s genuine cycles as an excuse to pretend
that there are similarly cohesive works in the repertoire waiting
to be rescued, or restored to the unified shape the composer
had intended for them all along. It is perhaps a symptom of
our ‘bigger is better’ society that solitary songs,
exquisite miniatures, are thought to be more significant if
they form part of something bigger. If this is true, it represents
an ongoing challenge to the planners of programmes whose efforts
can yield far better and more imaginative results when allowed
to range over a broader canvas than that of a single opus where
all sorts of practical considerations, including commercial
ones, had restricted the composer’s choices.
This is all music to my ears, since I have always been inclined
to think that the modern tendency of doing things rigorously
by the opus-full, or chronologically, is in a way an abdication
of the responsibility earlier performers felt they had towards
their audiences. You have to be careful if you’re not
Graham Johnson. The planning of this Brahms series will doubtless
be universally acclaimed - not least by me - as yet more proof
of Johnson’s brilliant and masterly approach to programme-planning.
I’ve found, to my cost, that if I spend sleepless nights
devising what I hope is a listener-friendly sequence of a selection
from an area of a composer’s work, rather than sticking
to opus-number sequence and numerical order within the opuses,
I just get accused of making a random selection. I admit, though,
that in a complete edition it is easier to find a particular
song if it’s all laid out encyclopaedically. If you want
your Brahms done that way, it’s already there on CPO,
with such fine singers as Andreas Schmidt and Juliane Banse
accompanied by Helmut Deutsch, maybe a less probing artist than
Johnson but a splendid purveyor of received-opinion Brahms.
Received-opinion Brahms isn’t quite what you get here,
but since I realized this gradually, let me come to it gradually.
Johnson lays stress on the importance of folksong arrangements
in Brahms’s output. He points out that, while Brahms came
too early for what we now know as ethno-musicology and happily
took on board tunes that sounded like folksongs but weren’t,
he was nevertheless the only one of the great Lieder composers
to dedicate substantial time and passion to arrangements of
this kind. The largest collection, the 49 Deutsche Volkslieder,
will be spread across the entire project. Here we have three
at the beginning and three at the end. One can only delight
in the transparency of the piano textures and the simplicity,
yet high art, of the singer’s response. It cannot be easy
to sing “Du la la la la la!” differently every time
it comes, and without mannerism, but here it is achieved.
As the original songs begin, there is the same clarity of texture,
the same refinement of the vocal line. Gone, for the better
I thought at first, was the thick-textured Brahms we used to
know. Johnson’s analysis of the vocal problems Brahms
creates in “Der Kuss” - as ever, he provides a minutely
detailed commentary on each song - almost seems designed to
induce the reaction that it sounds easy enough as sung here.
I’m not quite sure just at what point I began to wonder
if I was getting the full story. Maybe “Die Schale der
Vergeissenheit” was the moment, for the climax is placed
fairly high in the voice, and forte. Something in sheer fullness
seemed to be missing from both artists.
Having begun to think that way, the thought came more and more
often. Simon Bode has an unquestionably beautiful voice, his
line is exquisitely controlled and his care over words and meaning
were already evident in the folksong settings. One of his specialities
seems to be high notes that are gently floated, honeyed, with
the help of a generous dose of falsetto. When forte high notes
come, it has to be said that the voice is inherently a little
small. He resolves the situation by maintaining the same refinement,
still with a spot of falsetto. Better this, clearly, than strident,
forced tones. Given the resources he has, his husbanding of
them is admirable. In most Schubert and a lot of Schumann, maybe
the point wouldn’t have crossed my mind. I daresay I’ve
been living in Italy too long, but in the fullness of a Brahmsian
climax I longed for more sheer, even brainless, singing.
Did Johnson choose Bode as the ideal singer to give him the
Brahms he wanted? In the piano parts, too, I began to suspect
an excess of refinement. Take “Sehnsucht”. The bass
crotchets are marked staccato, but are also grouped in threes
with a legato line. The triplet quavers, harmonic rather than
melodic, are also marked with slurs. Did Brahms literally want
a dry, unpedalled staccato, or are the staccatos intended as
touched, to be taken in conjunction with a careful pedalling
to give warmth to the harmonies outlined by the triplets. Alexander
Schmalcz, accompanying Stephan Loges (Athene 23202) thinks the
latter. This is Brahms as we traditionally understand him, warm
and not at all muddled. Johnson thinks the former. The bleakness
seems closer to Hindemith than to Brahms.
Then, in the same op.49 group, should not the repeated bass-notes
of “Abenddämmerung” resonate with a funereal
quality, something like the beginning of the “Deutsches
Requiem”? What to think of “Im Garten am Seegestade”,
where the staccato - but also slurred - quavers are taken as
an invitation to seek a two-part invention in what is surely
meant as an evocation of the waves lapping on the shore. Don’t
get the idea that this is all dry and unpedalled, there are
many occasions, such as a little later in this same song, where
Johnson uses tiny little dashes of pedal to create textures
of almost impressionist refinement. Brahms isn’t Ravel
and in the moments I have described this seems to me not so
much Brahms as anti-Brahms. Does not Brahms call for a broader
brush? Even the detailed commentaries, full of perception as
they are, sometimes read like an insistence on little points
that, while true, should be just “there”. One thing
Brahms won’t take is fussiness, and in certain moments
Johnson seems to fuss over his Brahms like an old woman at her
embroidery.
There are marvellous things, such as a wondrously sustained
“Es hing der Reif”. Indeed, according to their own
lights, all the performances are marvellous. Put it another
way. Every Brahmsian quality you could want is here except fullness
of heart, free-flowing generosity of spirit. If these are the
qualities you most value in Brahms, you might have some problems.
If, on the other hand, you’ve never taken to the blue-eyed
old sentimentalist, with his swings between schmaltz and grumpiness,
you may be in for a revelation.
Christopher Howell
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