Do you remember the BBC’s Morecambe and Wise show where Andre Previn was the guest?  Eric Morecambe pretends to play the opening of the Greig piano concerto with Andre Previn conducting an orchestra.  Needless to say it is a shambles. When Morecambe is taken to task by Previn, he says aggressively that there cannot have been a problem because he was definitely playing all the right notes, but then adds sotto voce that they may not necessarily have been in the right order.

I was reminded of that last night for different reasons when we sang all through A German Requiem, but not in sequence.  I seem to remember that it went something like No 1, the fugue from 3, the fugue from 6, 2, 3 (complete), 4, 7, 5.  This made us focus more than usually on the words and the character of the music, as we had to stop and think at the commencement of each item where we were in the overall piece.

Other than that, there was not much time for reflection at last night’s rehearsal.  Carlos kept us all working hard throughout the evening, with only modest pauses when he focused on the tuning for one particular voice.

In such moments, I found myself wondering what we were all thinking as we sang this inspiring music to such a powerful text.  Carlos caught me unawares as he movingly translated the opening words of No 3 into English:  “Lord, let me know my end and the measure of my days; what it is, that I may know how frail I am.”   We all know people who are dealing with the imponderable nature of chronic illness.   We have all lost loved ones, Carlos himself most recently with the untimely death of his beloved soulmate Alexandra in December.

It is very fitting that this concert is dedicated to Alexandra’s memory. I am sure we will all rehearse that little bit more and concentrate that little bit harder in order to make it a performance worthy of someone who was both a consummate musician and an inspiration to us all, and who gave so much to MWC in so many ways.

It is Good Friday morning, and as I write the sublime sound of Bach’s St Matthew Passion pervades the house, a tradition for Anne and me of several years’ standing.  It is a recording made by the Bach Choir in 1979, conducted by Sir David Wilcox, and sung in English.  We used to hear the same ensemble perform this work in London on one of the two Sundays prior to Easter.  Sir David made each performance a very moving occasion.  The work was performed very reverentially but without compromising any the of drama inherent in the story.  He instructed that there should be no applause.  At the end of the performance audience and choir members alike were invited to remain in their seats, reflecting on what we had just heard or sung, and to leave when we felt ready.  It is amazing to think that this took place in the secular environment of the Royal Festival Hall, yet each performance verged on an act of worship in the truest sense.

There is something about the way Bach tells the story of the passion which is compelling.  This note will doubtless take much longer to write than usual as I pause every so often to listen more intently to some of the key passages.

In addition to listening to this recording of the St Matthew Passion today, we had the privilege last week of hearing the St John Passion sung by the choir of St James King Street, with the special treat of Richard Butler as the Evangelist. That brought back memories of this time last year, when we were in the final throes of preparing our own performance, which was indeed a triumph for a community choir such as MWC.

But back to this year.  Last night we managed a second full run through of Ein Deutsche Requiem, which was both exhilarating and tiring.  Who was the most exhausted at the end of the rehearsal?  Carlos, from watching and giving all the beats and entries, and communicating to us the ever-changing atmosphere of the music?  Angela, from playing the relentlessly fiendish piano reduction of a full orchestral score?  Choir members, from giving their all in concentration and the physical effort of singing?  I do not know the answer, and to some extent it does not matter. There was a wonderful sense of satisfaction at having sung the full piece, and in the realisation that, with some more hard work over the next few weeks, we are well positioned to give a very creditable performance on May 6th.

It has indeed taken longer than usual to compose today’s musings  It’s already the end of Part One of the St Matthew Passion.  Time now to make the coffee!

Over the past few weeks we have spent a lot of time on No 6 in A German Requiem, and last night’s rehearsal included a final polish of the piece.   I had noticed some familiar words in the English translation: Behold, I tell you a mystery.  Isn’t that from Handel’s Messiah?  I read on: We shall not all sleep but we shall be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. Yes, checking in my score of Messiah, those are the words of the bass recitative introducing The trumpet shall sound.   This might be worthy of more investigation.

Handel wrote Messiah reputedly over the space of twenty-four days in 1742, and Brahms wrote A German Requiem over several years leading up to 1869.  There is only 120 years separating the composition of these two remarkable works.  But the treatment of the words in common between the two works is so different.

Handel sets the words above for bass soloist in pure recitative, whereas Brahms  involves the choir and orchestra, adding colour and a little drama.

Then there comes a big difference.  Handel sets The trumpet shall sound and the dead be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed for the bass soloist and a wonderful trumpet accompaniment in the orchestra.  The duet between the two is clear and triumphal.  Brahms on the other hand sets the words for the full choir with a powerful orchestral accompaniment which is not only triumphal but also much more dramatic.  The music is not just beautiful – it demands to be listened to and taken notice of.

And then comes the biggest contrast.  O death, where is thy sting?  O grave, where is thy victory?  In Messiah, this is a charming duet for Alto and Tenor soloists, which is most often omitted in performance due to time pressures.  You cannot possibly omit this section in A German Requiem.  There is an added line of text: Death is swallowed up in victory.  The Choir is forceful, challenging death and the grave to prove their victory whilst knowing that they cannot do so. Last night, Carlos described the character of this music as angry:  I like to think of it as aggressively assertive to the point where no-one would dare to argue.

Two settings of the same words, 120 years apart.  Each setting is wonderful, but what a contrast between them!  And how fortunate we are to have them both to hear and to sing.

Well, that is what it almost felt like last night.  Although we were protected from the elements during rehearsal, we certainly had to battle them to get there and to get home again – Carlos especially with his two-hour journey to Wollongong.  It was indeed one of those evenings when one could be forgiven for wrapping oneself up in a blanket on the sofa and watching one’s favourite TV show rather than going out for the evening, even to Choir practice.

But I would not mind betting that everyone who went to rehearsal last night, despite the weather, felt better afterwards than beforehand.  It has been another week of reports, both formal and informal, of the health benefits of singing in a choir.  In the April edition of Limelight, Guy Noble talks about the importance of including as many pupils as possible in school choirs.  By extension, I think he means community choirs such as MWC as well.  And as he says, “The joy of a choir is that sense of being part of something bigger than yourself.”  It is why many of us prefer choral singing to performing solo.

Then Gina Cottee passed on a copy of an article from the NSW Doctor Magazine, by a doctor who is a member of the Sydney Male Voice Choir.  He cites research from Gothenburg, London, Harvard and Yale universities, proving that choral singing is good for the heart, for the immune system, for upper body and facial muscle tone and even increases life expectancy.  It also reduces feelings of depression, calms and soothes like Yoga, improves memory and concentration, broadens the imagination, and enables a greater appreciation of the world around us.

But then, we understand all this already, don’t we?

However, we all know people who do not sing: for some of us, it might be our nearest and dearest.  Should we worry about their missing out on all the benefits we derive from MWC?  Well, other reports emphasize similar benefits of other activities.  Team sports feature highly.  I have never played any, but I can imagine the combination of physical and mental effort combined with teamwork giving similar benefits to singing.

Gardening is also supposed to be good for you.  Gardening?   Spending all your time getting rid of the plants you do not want in your yard so there is barely time or energy left to think of what you do want to grow there?  Carefully placing and nurturing the plants you do want, only for the flowers and fruit, or possibly even the plant itself, to be destroyed by the local possums, bandicoots and cockatoos?  How can the most frustrating activity ever devised by man possibly yield any benefits? 

But then I suppose that’s what some people might think about singing.  And I may have quite the wrong idea about gardening.  Anyway, I will leave gardening to others, and just stick to what I know works, which is indeed singing.

Earlier this week, thinking about possible themes for the weekly musings, many possibilities came to mind – the delightful concert by the Ryde Hunters Hill Orchestra which Carlos conducted last Sunday, a stunning cross-cultural concert on Tuesday by The Song Company in the spell-binding acoustic of St Mary’s Cathedral Crypt, and further evidence of the health benefits of choral singing, were all candidates.  However, they were all blown away by last night’s run-through of the complete A German Requiem. 

First full run-throughs are always special, but this one the more so for me  I had managed to carve out an hour during the week to read through the entire text in German and in English, and in doing so had gained a real appreciation of the structure of the whole work – textually and musically.  It’s like an arch.  No’s 1 and 7 are the abutments, anchoring the work on both sides; No’s 2 and 3 are the approach on one side; No’s 5 and 6 are the downward run on the other side, and No 4 is the keystone, slap bang in the middle, without which everything else would fall apart.

After last night, the structure stands out even further.  No 4 (How lovely are thy dwellings fair) is the shortest piece in the work, although for many listeners the most beautiful.  Like the keystone of a bridge, it holds the whole piece together.  It is a perfect link between the two halves of the work; moving from reflections on the transient nature of human existence which we mortals all understand, to affirmation of a permanent resting place in a  world which is inevitably something of a mystery to us.

There are so many moments of pure joy in this work.  Every piece has a number of special moments for each voice.  My own favourite is when the basses in No 6 sing “Zu nehmen preis”  (“You are worthy to receive glory“) in unison with the trombones on a series of ascending arpeggios, something guaranteed to make the hair on the backs of our necks stand on end.  And the transitions between pieces are ethereal, for example everyone singing at full blast at the end of No 3 followed by the gentleness of No 4; and the subtle change of key from E flat in No 4, to G in No 5 which softens the mood to introduce the idea of the comfort naturally given by a mother to her children.

I have rambled on for long enough.  This is a wonderful work of art, and we are extraordinarily privileged to be led in singing it by Carlos.  He not only understands the music, but he immerses himself in it, and in doing so, takes us along for the journey.

So, if you have not yet read through the text, try and make time to do so.  It’s worth every minute.