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Alfredo CASELLA
(1883-1947)
Notte di maggio op.20 (1913) [15:03]
Cello Concerto op.58 (1934-35) [21:29]
Scarlattiana op.44 (1926) [29:46]
Olivia Andreini (mezzo) (Notte), Andrea Noferini (cello)
(Concerto), Sun Hee You (piano) (Scarlattiana)
Orchestra Sinfonica di Roma/Francesco La Vecchia
rec. Auditorium Conciliazione, Rome, 25-26 November 2007 (Notte),
OSR Studios, Rome 23-24 October 2008 (Concerto), 13-14 July 2009
(Scarlattiana)
Text and English translation included
NAXOS 8.572416 [66:18]
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Notte di maggio came near the end of the composer’s
sojourn of almost twenty years in France. It was written at
a time when Casella, like most Paris-based musicians, had been
knocked for six by Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring. And
also by the seemingly innocent but harmonically subversive discovery
that, if you pile perfect fourths one upon the other, you get
a chord containing all twelve notes of the chromatic scale.
Those for whom the description is too technical can hear the
process in action at the beginning of Schoenberg’s First
Chamber Symphony.
Casella’s work is full of fascinating orchestral sounds, all
very skilfully realized in this performance. Oddly enough, I
don’t think today’s listeners will be particularly reminded
of the Rite. Modernism, after all, is not what you
do, it’s what you are. The Stravinsky work still feels modern
a century later. Casella’s seems more like a richly-hued, decadent
extravaganza. Lusciously enjoyable. Enjoyment is slightly tempered,
though, by a mezzo-soprano of the kind who seems made for Azucena
and Ulrica and not much else. Some notes are very good, but
she tends to bark in the chest register and to push rather than
open out at climaxes. But I don’t want to exaggerate. It’s a
valiant attempt at a difficult score.
In choosing to set a poem by the Italian Nobel prize-winner
Giosuè Carducci, Casella was declaring his vocation as a specifically
Italian composer. In 1915 he returned to Italy and from then
on took his national identity very seriously.
The shock-waves of The Rite of Spring can still be
felt today. It’s harder to realize that Stravinsky’s neo-classical
pamphlet, Pulcinella, affected its contemporaries scarcely
less. In Italy, in particular, every self-respecting composer
had to bring out his Vivaldiana or whatever. Casella’s
Scarlattiana is probably the one that has best withstood
the test of time, with several recordings to its credit. It’s
said to incorporate over eighty themes from Scarlatti sonatas,
though it would be interesting to see them all traced and listed.
Neither of the liner-note writers mention this, but at the end
of the fourth movement – Pastorale – it also introduces
a traditional Italian Christmas tune for bagpipes, one which
Berlioz used at least once, in a harmonium piece. If this appears
in a Scarlatti sonata, I’d like to know which one. In any case,
it’s a charming work, exuberant, cheeky and sometimes tender.
Casella’s last period has always inspired qualified rapture
from his admirers. From bright-eyed Stravinskian neo-classicism
he moved to a more marmoreal brand, supposedly “inspired by
the magnificence of the baroque in Rome” but somewhat akin,
in its results, to the most workaday effusions of Hindemith.
The fact that the works invariably came in tripartite form –
fast-slow-fast – added to the impression that he’d got stuck
in a rut. David Gallagher’s liner-note suggests a parallel between
Casella’s works from the previous period and such Italian Metaphysical
painters as De Chirico and Casorati. So we might continue the
comparison by finding a measure of correspondence between third-period
Casella and the studied but cold grandeur of certain Italian
painters of the Novecento movement of the 1920s and 1930s: Campigli,
Casorati again – for some of these painters underwent a stylistic
retrenchment similar to Casella’s – Donghi, Funi or Oppi. Or
with such buildings as the Courthouse of Milan. We might go
further and find a parallel between this rediscovery of classical
ideals and Mussolini’s dream of reviving the glories of ancient
Rome. Here we get enmeshed in political quicksands that have
sucked Casella et al beneath public view in Italy for
most of the post-war years. Better, then, to examine these works
and to discover that, taken one by one, they are worthy specimens
and sometimes more than that.
Criticism of the Cello Concerto is likely to centre on the first
section, which chugs along rather uninspiringly, though finding
the time for more lyrical material. Casella felt that the “central
aria seems to me one of my best melodies”. The word
“melody” raises expectations of a memorable tune which are not
really met – and which we do get at least once in the Pizzetti
Cello Concerto – but the impassioned phrases carry conviction
and the listener who has sat respectfully through the first
section should find himself involved now and drawn upward as
a powerful climax is reached. Finer still, perhaps, is the noble
threnody that concludes this section. Casella described the
finale as “the flight of the improved bumblebee”. Presumably
unintentionally, it also quotes a couple of bars from the finale
of Tchaikovsky’s Fourth Symphony. For a busy finale that does
not fall into banality it has a lot to be said for it.
It is something of a cliché to conclude a review of a little-known
cello concerto with words to the effect that, given the small
number of cello concertos, there ought to be a place for this
one. But there it is, once past the moderately engaging first
movement, Casella’s has a strong, even moving slow movement
and an entertaining finale. Maybe it’s time to turn the cliché
on its head and point out that, for all that cellists bemoan
the lack of good concertos, there are far more worthwhile ones
than they actually play. The performance here carries conviction.
The impression created by this Naxos series of 20th
Century Italian composers is that the performances offered by
the Orchestra Sinfonica di Roma under Francesco La Vecchia are
very carefully prepared with an attention to nuance, texture
and balance that we didn’t get from the live RAI performances
that were for many years, in their not-infrequent re-broadcasts,
our only way of knowing much of this music. The downside is
that they can seem studio-bound, more like careful last rehearsals
than actual performances. With Notte di maggio and
the Cello Concerto I have no comparison, though only the former
is a first recording. For Scarlattiana I went back
to a taping of the 1959 performance by Lya De Barberis and the
Naples Scarlatti Orchestra of the RAI under Franco Caracciolo.
De Barberis, who has contributed some Martucci to this Naxos
series, was Casella’s last pupil and a favourite pianist of
composers such as Petrassi. While one hopes that Casella’s lessons
were not dedicated entirely to the interpretation of his own
compositions, it seems likely that she knew what he wanted.
Caracciolo, too, began his career in a musical world dominated
by the likes of Casella, Malipiero and Pizzetti and conducted
their music frequently. So when De Barberis and Caracciolo shave
three minutes off Hee You’s and La Vecchia’s timing, one is
bound to wonder if the latter haven’t misinterpreted something.
Two minutes of the three are accounted for by the second movement,
Minuetto. De Barberis and Caracciolo don’t sound at
all hurried, but they give the music a wry humour. Hee You and
La Vecchia are sufficiently delicate to avoid heaviness, but
the music does seem to go on a long time at this tempo. In the
other movements the difference is not so much of interpretation,
it’s just that De Barberis and Caracciolo, playing live, let
things fizz that little bit more. In the Pastorale,
the Christmas bagpipes quotation has all the poetry required
under Caracciolo without being drawn out.
This series undoubtedly offers reliable performances of a more
extensive selection of Casella than has been available till
now. It may be wondered whether truly compelling performances
might have brought the repertoire to the attention of those
not previously attracted to it. As usual, the booklet has separate
essays in English and Italian by David Gallagher and Marta Marullo,
both very good and both worth reading if you can.
Christopher Howell
see also review by Jonathan
Woolf
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