Photo by Jim ArndtFinished Symphonies Aaron Coplands Third Symphony, on at the Hollywood Bowl last week, was the most significant out-of-the-way music in this summers Bowl programming. It dates from a time when the notion of the Great American Symphony was taken as a cultural imperative: the triumphant assertion of this countrys ordained place in the cultural firmament. Never mind that an American cultural identity had by 1945 already nailed down its place in that firmament, and Copland had done his part along with others Gershwin, Thomson, Ellington, you-name-em in inventing a serious musical language. Still, there was something magic about symphony; it implied the privilege of sitting with the grownups, membership in an international club. And so we got symphonies: grandiose extended works by Americas first symphonic generation. Roy Harris, William Schuman, Roger Sessions, David Diamond, Walter Piston and their lesser colleagues wrote symphonies by the basketful. Conductors of the day, most of all Bostons eager-eyed Serge Koussevitzky and his acolyte Leonard Bernstein, introduced each work as the greatest since Brahms. Copland had the good sense to stop at No. 3. (His first two, actually, came early in his career, his lively experimental days; he really only contributed the one to the basket.)While it might be taken as bad manners to generalize over so considerable an output of music that has kept so many orchestral musicians employed and recorded over half a century and enabled minor figures like Seattle Symphony conductor Gerard Schwarz to carve a niche for themselves as champions of Americas symphonic glory I am obliged to insert my own small voice right about here and suggest that the Great American Symphony still remains uncomposed, and rightly so. Do we live in hope? I dont see why we should; there are better ways for todays composers to occupy themselves than engaging the symphonic chimera, and better names for the results. (In case anyone asks, I consider the Second Symphony of Roger Sessions the least disastrous American symphony so far.)The Copland Third received a strong performance under the Eugene Symphonys Giancarlo Guerrero. From his credentials I gather that he devotes a fair amount of time in Eugene to new American music, and the more power to him. But the Copland is, to me, beyond salvation. Its first two movements force bland, formulaic music into symphonic attitudes they do not fit: development, variation, repetition. The second movement has some of Coplands fine jiggety-jog, but again forced into repetitive symphonic patterns; a few cowboys or Appalachian settlers whoopin across the stage would help. The slow movement is deadly dull and morose, and the finale gains somewhat by its inclusion of the famous Fanfare for the Common Man, although the peroration strikes me as cheap. Overall, I cannot see Coplands motivation for cantilevering any of this material out to symphonic length. The symphony runs nearly 45 minutes, the longest of his orchestral works and the most diffuse. The two by Tchaikovsky that began the program the Romeo and Juliet, and the Rococo Variations with the young Johannes Moser, the mettlesome cello soloist made their musical points far more tidily than the lumbering behemoth of a pseudosymphony that ensued.Mom, Pop, Uncle George and Bill Bridge Records is a small mom-n-pop company up the Hudson from New York, run by guitarist David Starobin and wife Becky, and one of its missions is to create a complete recording of the music of grand old George Crumb. The ninth disc, now at hand, includes music that stood as a landmark in my generation at least and, Im sure, others for its revelation of the far boundaries of classical music, and for how little those boundaries really mattered anymore. Ancient Voices of Children was a piece like no other, drawing on known poetic sources (the dark lyrics of Garcia Lorca) but set, with remarkable freedom, to musical resources beyond definition: a boy soprano, a percussionist using tuned stones, a musical saw. Its time was the start of the Solid 70s, but here was music beyond time, existing untethered in pure air, and even beckoning to us to join. On the original LP with Jan DeGaetani among the singers, the work turned the Nonesuch label into a generational imperative. I had smoked my first joint shortly before Ancient Voices came around. The disc has made it possible to repeat the experience anytime, straight. It was the first head music respectable enough to appear on a concert stage. (Crumbs Black Angels, from the same era, was the second.)The new recording comes 35 years too late to revisit upon civilization exactly the same impact, but the music is there still, and the aura remains as well. Tony Arnold is the soprano, Justin Murray the boy soprano; David Colson leads the marvelously heterogeneous ensemble. There are further treasures: four sets of Garcia Lorca settings (Madrigals) for soprano and ensemble, and, I happily report, the EineKleine Mitternachtmusik (A Little Midnight Music), Crumbs extended set of the ruminations not quite improv, in other words on Thelonious Monks Round Midnight that we heard during last seasons Pacific Symphony Crumbfest in Costa Mesa.William Bolcom has seven symphonies to his name, but the world knows him better for his vocal music the operas, which have triumphed at the Chicago Lyric and Met, and the great cycle of William Blake poems Songs of Innocence and of Experience, which the Pacific Symphony gave us two years ago and which has now been recorded on Naxos. Now, again on Naxos, there is a glorious collection of solo songs: pieces from his off-Broadway musicals, childrens songs and a cycle of American womens poems. As with the Blake cycle, the amazement here is in the variety of Bolcoms music, from the most endearing childlike charm to a song called The Last Days of Mankind wherein youd swear that the ghosts of Kurt Weill and Bert Brecht were again abroad in the land with heavy tread. The powerhouse singer is Carole Farley, whom I have admired as Bergs Lulu; Bolcom himself takes charge of his complex, nicely shaded piano collaborations. The disc begins with a lumbar-leveling scream, and goes onward and upward from there.
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