I’m sure that Graham Johnson 
          was referring to people like me when he wrote 
          in tonight’s programme that certain connoisseurs 
          might regret the presence of so many ‘plums’ 
          in one evening, but of course even I recognize 
          that there are times when it’s right to assemble 
          a programme of beloved works, and this was 
          the perfect occasion – a celebration of the 
          anniversary of the composer to whom Johnson 
          always refers as ‘our beloved Franz Schubert,’ 
          with the music chosen exclusively by the Friends 
          of the Wigmore Hall. I had no qualms about 
          letting go of my habitual desire to experience 
          new insights at a recital, although I did 
          wonder how some pieces managed to get into 
          the final cut (can a large number of Friends 
          really have voted for the Szene aus Faust 
           as opposed to, say, Im Frühling? 
          )
        
        The singers were a contrasting 
          pair, and I do not mean that in the sense 
          of being a soprano and a baritone: Geraldine 
          McGreevy must be one of the least ‘hyped’ 
          singers around today – her career seems to 
          be progressing quietly, without much glitz 
          about it, whereas Christian Gerhaher had barely 
          made his Wigmore Hall debut before one found 
          him popping up all over the place, copiously 
          endowed with lavish praise and, astonishingly, 
          making recordings of Schubert’s song cycles, 
          not to mention a forthcoming Schumann Dichterliebe. 
          Happily, he appears to have come through the 
          hype relatively unscathed, and he has lost 
          some of his rather irritating mannerisms, 
          but this is still not an especially remarkable 
          voice: he is one of half a dozen or so baritones 
          who make a very pleasing sound, but he does 
          not possess any special quality that would 
          make me want to listen to him in preference 
          to others. He opened the evening with ‘Sei 
          mir gegrüsst’ which would certainly be 
          high on my list of least  favourite 
          Schubert songs: as Gerald Moore wrote, ‘…the 
          beloved sends greetings and kisses with awful 
          tedium about twenty times’ and it’s quite 
          a challenge for the singer to vary those expressions 
          of love – Gerhaher sang it with a smooth line 
          and confident projection, also much in evidence 
          during ‘Greisengesang’ with its taxing low 
          notes.
        
        McGreevy’s voice is similarly 
          pleasing rather than exceptional, but she 
          has a freshness and directness of approach 
          which sometimes brings Elly Ameling to mind, 
          and her singing of ‘Lachen und Weinen’ was 
          unfussy and had just enough charm not to be 
          too cloying. The following song ‘Du bist die 
          Ruh’ is surely one of Schubert’s most challenging, 
          and it was here given a very fine performance, 
          maybe just lacking the perfect finish to ‘deinem 
          Glanz’ but shaping ‘Oh füll es ganz!’ 
          beautifully – Graham Johnson accompanied her 
          with loving skill, although there were times 
          elsewhere in the programme where I found his 
          playing uncharacteristically percussive and 
          detached. The soprano’s most successful singing 
          came in the two ‘Suleika’ songs, where she 
          gave just the right note of enraptured bliss 
          at ‘Ach, die wahre Herzenskunde’ and conveyed 
          all the beloved’s breathless emotion at ‘Eile 
          denn zu meinem Lieben.’ Graham Johnson clearly 
          relished the brisk accompaniment in the second 
          song, but in the first I would have liked 
          a more sensitive transition at that wonderful 
          moment after ‘Vielgeliebten’ when the piano 
          part begins its devoted reflection.
        
        Gerhaher’s ‘Erlkönig’ 
          was workmanlike rather than frisson – inducing, 
          but he gave a fine performance of ‘Die Taubenpost’ 
          showing how much he has grown in musical stature 
          since I first heard him sing it about eighteen 
          months ago. Seidl is not everyone’s favourite 
          poet, but he called forth from Schubert some 
          of his most perfect songs, including ‘Wiegenlied’ 
          with its wonderfully evocative rocking accompaniment, 
          sung with warmth and tenderness by Geraldine 
          McGreevy, and ‘Im Freien’ which was given 
          a well judged performance by Gerhaher – ‘Durch 
          die blanken Scheiben sehn / Augen, die mir 
          gut!’ went particularly well. 
        
        ‘Totengräbers Heimweh’ 
          would definitely be high on my list of favourites: 
          I think it is one of the greatest songs in 
          the whole repertoire, and it was fitting that 
          it should be here as the penultimate piece: 
          Gerhaher gave it a stoically determined performance, 
          strong on commitment and ease of line but 
          weak on that essential sense of a journey 
          which this song must have. With similar appropriateness, 
          ‘An die Musik’ concluded the scheduled programme, 
          sung with sweet devotion by the soprano, who 
          also gave the single encore, ‘Ganymed’ which 
          was apparently one of the ‘also – ran’ selections. 
          How could one do other than leave the hall 
          enveloped in a rosy glow, after being warmed 
          by so many perfect songs by the composer who, 
          as Johnson remarks in his programme notes, 
          knew how to reach his public and to keep them 
          enchanted for nearly two centuries.
         
         
        Melanie Eskenazi