What a great rehearsal last night!

Somehow all the hard work put in over the past however many weeks came good.  The contrasting pieces all came together into a fabulous evening’s music making.  The Schubert sounded graceful; the Ramirez was lively and engaging, and the songs were great fun to sing with all the contrary rhythms competing with each other.

Some concerts come together gradually.  This one has struggled over the past few weeks so it was especially gratifying last night when everything seemed to suddenly come together as if by magic.

Of course we all know that if there is any magic, it comes from Carlos, ably assisted by Bethany.  Bethany has been a wonderful accompanist for us, and we owe her a huge “Thank you” for her support this session.  And we owe, as always, a huge “Thank you” to Carlos for sharing his consummate musicianship with us during rehearsals.  We are very privileged to have a musician of his calibre as our conductor.

And part of last night’s magic was having the orchestra and the instrumentalists, Los Incas, with us for the first time.  The Ramirez in particular sounded so good with their backing.

So we are well set for another great performance on Sunday.

I hesitate to say it, but it was all Anne’s fault.  I had set aside Tuesday evening to go through the Schubert and Ramirez, not to mention the South American songs, so as to be fully on top of them for last evening’s rehearsal.  Then Anne switched on ABC Classic FM.  It was impossible to do anything other than list to the sublime music which poured forth for two hours, non-stop and without an interval.  Hence a few slip-ups last night, such as forgetting to sing the bass entry at the end of Anitia’s first solo!

The music was the Monteverdi Vespers of 1610, performed by Pygmalion, a French ensemble of just 42 voices including soloists, recorded in the Royal Albert Hall in London as one of this year’s Proms.

It was stunning!  The music is sublime, full of movement and contrast.  One moment it is quietly devotional, the next moment it is loud and declamatory.  There are solo items and plainchant, single choir and double choir sections, rich polyphony and intricate counterpoint, all accompanied by an ensemble which can at times be merely supportive, and at times full of show-stopping bravado.

Anne had heard the trailer for the concert earlier in the day, in which the background of the music and the setting for the performance were described.  It sounded intriguing.  This was apparently a piece designed to show off all Monteverdi’s skills to potential patrons at a time when he wanted to move from a provincial town to a prestigious city where his true ambitions could be realised.  And the performance in the RAH was to use the huge oval space to best effect, with singers placed both on the stage and around the high-level gallery.  All with a modest size of choir and a conductor who is no more than 32 years old!

Well, as I said above, it was stunning.  The singing was superb – technically faultless and full of colour, light and shade.  And somehow it was apparent when a section was being sung from up in the gallery – don’t ask me how the BBC sound engineers managed to record it so, but they did.

Strange to relate, I then found a copy of the score in my bookcase, all marked up as though I had sung it myself.  I have no recollection of the event.  It must have been around thirty years ago when I sang with the Salisbury Music Society, but they have recently done away with their interesting and informative website and settled on a rather sparse Facebook presence; in doing so the archive of past performances has disappeared, so I am none the wiser.

How can I have possibly have sung such wonderful music and not have remembered it?  I am at a loss.  But all is not lost.  On Friday September 15th at 11am and at 7pm, it is to be performed by St Mary’s Cathedral Choir and the Song Company in St Mary’s Cathedral.

It could be well worth making the trip across the Harbour for such an event!

Click here for more information about the performances on September 15th.

Many thanks to Naomi for contributing this lovely description of her own Music Festival.

Music festivals are events for which one normally has to plan way ahead and travel a considerable distance to get to them.  But I had my own, private music festival earlier this month, which required only short forays out of my home and not much planning.

On the Friday at the Conservatorium of Music I attended the gala evening of the ‘Out of the Shadows’ event – a project aimed at discovering and performing the rarely heard music of composers who perished or survived the Holocaust.  The Con’s Verbugghen Hall was full to capacity and there was a buzz of excitement and awe but the event did not live up to expectation.  The music was good; indeed some probably deserves more exposure than it has received, but the organizers failed to seize on the opportunity to celebrate the occasion.  Scant program notes, no presence of relatives, no stories, no sense of a memorial.  We came, the musicians performed, we listened, we clapped, we went home.  Pity as the concept behind the event is so worthwhile. 

Then I spent almost the entire day on Sunday at Cremorne Orpheum for the New York Met’s production of Strauss’ ‘Der Rosencavalier’.  It was Renee Fleming’s and Elina Garanca’s farewell performance to their iconic roles in this opera and it was sheer magic.  Everything that opera should be – the design, the lighting, the costumes and above all the voices and the acting – perfection.  Even the story is engaging! 

And finally on the Monday at the City Recital Hall I heard Pieter Wiseplwey play the six Bach Cello Suites – an amazing experience.  I love that music but I have never heard the six performed together and wondered how I would last the distance.  But in fact after more than three hours, I was sorry Bach had not written ten cello concertos.  I was awed by the cellist’s stamina and his ability to have all that music in his head; no scores. 

And we find it too difficult to memorize a few bars when Carlos asks us to!

Have you ever been listening to one piece of music and found yourself thinking, “That sounds rather like something else , but I can’t quite place it?”  Usually it’s the melody which causes that pondering, or sometimes just the general sound.

For us basses in this current concert, there is an even weirder connection.  Three of the pieces start with essentially the same set of notes:
the Kyrie of the Schubert Mass,

the Kyrie of the Misa Criolla

and El Gavilan.

The notes, in tonic sol-fa notation, are basically doh, re, mi, fah, soh.   There is some sliding between notes in semi-tones, and one piece is in a minor key whereas the other two are in a major key, but essentially it is the same sequence.  Schubert and Ramirez leave the phrase hanging with the last note as soh: in El Gavilan the phrase finishes with a concluding return to doh.

What is it about this sequence?  It is like an announcement, “Sit up and take notice”, or a sort of subdued fanfare commanding attention before the real music starts.

Can anyone think of any other pieces of music which start in the same way?  If there are only these three in the repertoire, it is something of a co-incidence that we are singing all of them in one concert!

There have been a number of commentaries recently about the power of music.  Usually it’s about big occasions like a “come and sing Messiah”  in a huge venue like the Opera House.  But of course music does not have to be big and brassy to move listeners.  Think of the Schubert Mass we are singing at the moment – small scale and personal yet still very moving in its own way.

Speaking of which, our Choir Secretary, Naomi, writes:

Every Friday afternoon I work as a volunteer at Bear Cottage.  Most of you would know what ‘Bear Cottage’ is.  For those who don’t – it is a hospice for children with limited life expectancy.  It is a wonderful, amazing place.  Volunteers do a variety of tasks – folding laundry, chopping vegetables, stacking dishes, play with siblings, chat with parents or grandparents, perform administrative tasks.  But the prime task is to interact with sick children; to give them company and support.  And that is the task that I find the most difficult.   Over time I have learnt to cope with the proximity of seriously, sometimes terminally sick children but what I still find so difficult is to interact with a person when there is no response at all.  I feel lost when I don’t get a sense that a child is aware that I am there beside him.

 But the other day, perhaps for the first time ever, I actually left Bear Cottage feeling that I did something useful; that I made a difference to a child.  Jack (not his real name) was on the floor, wriggling. He can’t talk, walk or control his movements.  He just lay there and wriggled.  I sat beside him on the floor; he was watching TV, or more correctly, his face was turned towards the TV.  I can’t say whether he was watching or taking anything in.  No expression at all.  I asked him whether he wanted me to read him a story.  No response.  None expected.  But I read all the same and indeed got no response.  He shifted his head from me to the TV – I didn’t know whether he was aware that I was there.  But then I wondered: how would react to my singing?  I started singing – some Hebrew melodies, something from ‘The Sound of Music, the last chorale of the ‘St John Passion’ – a random selection of songs. To my surprise our interaction changed immediately.  He looked at me, engaged my gaze and smiled.  He was obviously not only listening but also enjoying it.  There was real pleasure in his face.  He can’t ask for more but when I stopped, I had a feeling that he would have wanted to.  And the most amazing thing is that after a while of singing, I started reading again, and Jack seemed more responsive to the story I was reading.  He actually seemed engaged.

The power of music!

Thank you, Naomi, for sharing with us what must have been a very special moment.