Friday, April 01, 2011

The Story Behind a Newly Discovered Puccini Opera

News arrived today that there is a previously unknown opera by Giacomo Puccini, "La vendetta di sposa." Here is a bit of information on how this discovery came to light.
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Opposite a large park, he saw a shop, a light in its front window.

"Kind of late to be open," he said to himself. "Who'd be shopping at this time of night?" Cautiously, he went over to check, thinking "if I were back home, this could be a break-in!"

But instead of burglars, there was a well-dressed man leaning against the counter, drinking a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette while paging through a newspaper. Rogers Kent-Clarke could recognize this man anywhere. The name ornately painted on the glass was unnecessary. "Welcome to Puccini's Haberdasheria."

He was aware, finally, there were other people on the street, walking in the park - he was not alone, after all. Looking around like Scrooge on Christmas morning, it occurred to him, "if it's July 24th, why isn't it as hot here as it was in Collierville?" Feeling definitely under-dressed, what better place to be than a clothing store?

But the man at the counter saw him standing there and motioned for him to go away. "We're closed," he mouthed and went back to reading his paper. Kent-Clarke continued waving until the man eventually relented.

Puccini figured the man must be having a fashion emergency. Given his condition, checking him up and down with a practiced eye, while any store-clerk in a discount retailer could probably help, the man would certainly benefit from an expert's advice. Besides, Puccini figured, he wasn't doing anything else, so he opened the door to let the man in.

"Welcome to Puccini's," he said graciously with a slight bow.

Kent-Clarke wondered if he'd be able to afford the prices, here, but maybe he could find a light jacket or sports coat in his price-range. That way, he might engage him in more personal conversation. A blazer would be a wonderful souvenir, but that wasn't why he was here.

He started to explain how he'd just arrived but his luggage hadn't.

"Ah, a tourist," Puccini said, mentally measuring his arms and legs for a new suit. The man was dressed for warm weather, inappropriate for Harmonia-IV. "What part of Parallelia are you from?"

"Paralellia? I've just dropped in from Pennsylvania."

"Pennsylvania? Never heard of it – sounds very quaint, no? And what would the signor be interested in, today?"

"Do you take Visa?" Kent-Clarke checked his wallet.

"Your passport is immaterial to me, signor." But Puccini saw there were many bills in the wallet, American dollars, worth far more on the Harmonian black market than any other currency.

Puccini started humming "Musetta's Waltz" as they began with a blazer, something light bluish-gray, accenting the man's eyes. Meanwhile, Kent-Clarke kept up the small-talk.

Recognizing the tune, he began humming along.

"Ah, you know the music?" Puccini beamed at the recognition.

"Yes, actually – I've conducted 'La Boheme' many times. It's always been one of my favorites." He didn't feel he was lying – maybe gushing too much, but not lying.

Puccini debated whether he should lower the price of the blazer or double it.

The customer said he'd come back for a suit in a day or two – at this point, it was obvious he was lying – but all the same, Puccini offered him some coffee and a biscotti. So they sat, watching the handful of people walking past the shop windows, occasionally glancing in.

And they talked. The visitor was very curious.

Puccini, carefully hiding his wariness, assumed this must be one of those Trespassers he'd heard about. It was flattering to be considered one of the Great Composers worth "killing off," but should he call the police?

He explained he gave up composing – the rat-race was an eternity, now that he was dead – but for any unpublished stuff lying around somewhere, Kent-Clarke should check with his publisher, Ricordi. They'd found many things he had lost and a few things he wished they hadn't. No, there was no full-scale opera, finished or otherwise, waiting to be unearthed.

There was a long silence while both sipped their coffee. Puccini debated telling him about this before deciding it could be fun: what could the man do about it, anyway?

"There was one opera I wrote since I arrived here in Harmonia-IV, after I finished writing 'Turandot.'"

"You finished 'Turandot'?" Kent-Clarke's jaw nearly hit the floor with a thud.

"Well, of course: just because I died didn't mean the opera had to be dead-on-arrival. Besides, all good intentions not withstanding, Alfano rather botched it as far as I was concerned." He left the topic dangling tantalizingly.

The new one, "La Vendetta di Sposa" was based on a story from his own life. There was this young girl, Doria, working as a maid at his villa. Elvira – his wife – became jealous of her, began tried forcing her into admitting having an affair with the composer.

"Elvira even dressed in my clothes, hoping to trap her in the garden. She spread nasty rumors in the village until Doria's family shunned her and her boyfriend denounced her. Eventually the poor maid committed suicide. At the autopsy, it was discovered she was still a virgin."

Now that he was dead, Puccini figured he could tell that story, how the girl's family sued his wife and won. Elvira eventually opted to live in a different parallel universe and never bother him again, but he'd recently heard the Makropolous Opera Company was taking "La Vendetta di Sposa" on tour, there.

He chuckled into his coffee cup.

Kent-Clarke began salivating at the idea of taking "La Vendetta" back to the States. He hoped the part of Doria was suitable for Rosa Budd [the untalented wife of SHMRG's CEO, N. Ron Steele] – with Steele's backing, people might just take notice of him, now.

His stock would surely soar, even if Rosa fell flat on her face. He could take it to other companies, have real sopranos take it on. Yes, his success would be assured.

For a moment, he'd forgotten he still needed to get his hands on the score. How likely was it Puccini would just hand him a copy?

Unfortunately, Puccini continued, wondering about his customer's silence, posthumous scores were not allowed to be taken back to the Other Side. After they're registered with the library, they're kept locked in a vault.

"There is a place where many composers also keep copies of their scores – it’s like a black market music shop but very difficult to get to."

Needless to say, Kent-Clarke was all ears.

Puccini explained it was in an old abandoned mine north of the city, beyond the Bois de Bologna, a fashionable park where many people liked to hang out on a summer day. At the extreme northern edge of the woods, where the paths all came to a stop and respectable people no longer continued, there was an old rusty gate leading to another path.

"About a mile beyond that, you'll find the entrance to the mine – can't miss it. Tell them 'Schicchi' sent you – that's my code-name, there."

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excerpt from The Doomsday Symphony (Chapter 34) by Dick Strawser

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While Harmonia-IV (part of a string of parallel universes), a place where many composers have gone after they've died (and where they continue to compose) may be, in short, fictional, the incident which inspired Puccini's posthumous opera, "La vendetta di sposa," is a true story which happened between him and his wife over what she assumed was an affair the composer was having with one of their young maids. It certainly would have made a good verismo opera subject.

Another work described in "The Doomsday Symphony" is Beethoven's latest (likewise posthumous) symphony, described here at its first rehearsal.

Watch for a future post about Mahler's most recent symphonic work which gives the novel its title.

- Dick Strawser

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Beethoven's Symphony No. 8: Life Behind the Music

Whether it has any direct influence on the music or not, I’m always curious about what was going on in a composer’s life at the time he was writing something I’m listening to.

In the case of Beethoven’s 8th Symphony (which the Harrisburg Symphony is playing in this weekend’s concerts), there was a lot going on but then Beethoven was famous for compartmentalizing his life from his creativity.

Concerns about signs of increasing deafness led to an intense emotional crisis in October of 1802.

Written as a response to this, the heart-rending Heiligenstadt Testament included doubts about his ability to continue as a composer and performer. Even though one could argue the thoughts of suicide were in the flowery language of the day and possibly more rhetorical than emotional, it is still powerful stuff. And yet at the same time, Beethoven was working on the final movement of his 2nd Symphony, probably one of his most extroverted, joyous pieces.

Since the 7th and 8th Symphonies are fairly intertwined (see a previous post, here), let’s look at what was happening just before the time he officially began working on the 7th, keeping in mind he had been sketching some ideas for his next symphony already. Did any of these events have any bearing on the symphonies’ gestations?

Two years before he began these symphonies may seem unusual, but this is an important time in Beethoven’s life. Vienna had been under siege by Napoleon’s army, the second time the French occupied the Austrian capital. This was a time of hardship, as he writes to his publisher in Leipzig:

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“You are indeed mistaken in supposing that I have been very well. For in the meantime we have been suffering misery in a most concentrated form. …[S]ince May 4th I have produced very little coherent work, at most a fragment here and there. The whole course of events has in my case affected both body and soul… The existence I had built up only a short time ago [an income guaranteed by a few generous patrons who now face economic hardships as a result of the occupation] rests on shaky foundations… What a destructive, disorderly life I see and hear around me: nothing but drums, cannons and human misery in every form.” (Beethoven, writing on July 26th, 1809)
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Shortly after Vienna surrendered to the French, Haydn died. Even though Haydn had proved an ineffective teacher for Beethoven and had himself essentially quit composing since Beethoven’s star began to ascend, he was still an icon of his times, the last remaining vestige of the greatness of the last century.

In September, Beethoven conducted his Eroica at a charity concert as Vienna began to return to normal and a peace treaty had been signed between Austria and France. But his mood was still somber and pessimistic.

Again, he wrote to his publisher,

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“We are enjoying a little peace after violent destruction, after suffering every hardship that one could conceivably endure. I worked a few weeks in succession, but it seemed to me more for death than for immortality. …I no longer expect to see any stability in this age. The only certainty we can rely on is blind chance.” (Beethoven, writing on November 22nd, 1809).
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Yet during this year, despite the physical, economic and psychological hardships, he managed to complete the “Emperor” Concerto (most of it finished before the bombardment began), the “Harp” String Quartet and a set of piano sonatas including the famous “Les adieux” Sonata, inspired by the absence and eventual return of his friend, student and (probably more importantly) patron, the Archduke Rudolph, youngest son of the Austrian emperor, who, like most of the aristocracy, had fled the city on May 4th before the French army’s arrival, only returning in late January, 1810.

At the end of 1809, he received a commission to write incidental music for Goethe’s Egmont, a play about a hero opposing the Spanish occupation of the Netherlands. We often think of this as part of Beethoven’s heroic theme, a thread that held together the 3rd and 5th Symphonies as well as the “Emperor” Concerto (essentially a work in the old “military” style that was quite popular in its day but forgotten, today). In actuality, the attraction of this commission probably had more to do with the not very subtle similarities between Holland’s foreign occupation and Vienna’s.

Goethe was the greatest living figure in German Art – poet, playwright, novelist. That summer (1810), Beethoven corresponded with a woman named Bettina Brentano who was a friend of Goethe’s: she would later arrange for them to meet at the spa in Teplitz.

Another significant but more personal event of the summer of 1810 was Beethoven’s decision to marry. He had often complained how he was unsuitable for marriage or seemed to be attracted to women of a higher station in life than would reasonably consider such a man – genius or not – for her husband. He wrote to an old friend in Bonn to track down a copy of his baptismal certificate as proof of age (a requirement for marriage) and he even paid attention to his wardrobe and his appearance. But apparently his proposal was turned down. It seems the woman in question was the daughter of his physician, a young girl of 18. Beethoven would turn 40 that December. It seemed an unlikely choice.

Though disappointed, Beethoven spent two months in Baden where he worked on two major compositions – the String Quartet in F Minor which he subtitled “Serioso” (very few of the nicknames associated with his works originated with the composer) which may have been influenced by his state of mind, and another work dedicated (like the “Emperor” Concerto and the “Les adieux” Sonata) to the Archduke Rudolph, a piano trio in B-flat, his grandest chamber work, known as the “Archduke Trio,” which he completed in March, 1811.

But his health was still not good and his doctor (and ex-future-father-in-law) suggested he spend the summer in Teplitz, a famous resort northwest of Prague. Refreshed, he returned to Vienna and began work on the 7th and 8th Symphonies. Though work on the 8th didn’t really begin in earnest until after he finished the 7th the following spring, he talked about plans for it and for a possible third symphony to follow, probably in D Minor, though not enough exists to prove this became the actual 9th Symphony completed in 1824.

In December, 1811, he composed a song originally with guitar accompaniment, setting a poem by Johann Stoll, “An die Geliebte” (To the Beloved) which he presented to Antonie Brentano, Bettina Brentano’s sister-in-law. Her copy of the song includes a note in her handwriting, “requested by me from the author, March 2nd, 1812.” (Incidentally, this song is not to be confused with the more substantial song cycle, “An die ferne Geliebte” (To the Distant Beloved), composed in 1816.)

For the second summer in a row, Beethoven decided to return to the same place he’d spent the previous summer – the spa in Teplitz (usually, he stayed closer to Vienna). Since this was in neutral territory and between most important German cities and Vienna, it was a place where diplomats and aristocrats would gather to discuss the political situation as Napoleon took off for what turned out to be the disastrous invasion of Russia in the fall of 1812. Goethe would also be there, that summer, and a meeting was finally arranged between them by their mutual friend, Bettina Brentano (who, by the way, had recently married Achim von Arnim who would later collaborate with her other brother, Clemens Brentano, on the collection of folk poems known as “Des knaben Wunderhorn,” a major inspiration to, among others, Gustav Mahler).

About meeting Beethoven, Goethe wrote to his friend Carl Friedrich Zelter (and future teacher of Felix Mendelssohn),

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“His talent amazed me; altogether he is an utterly untamed personality, who is not altogether in the wrong in holding the world to be detestable but surely does not make it any the more enjoyable either for himself or for others by his attitude. He is easily excused, on the other hand, and much to be pitied as his hearing is leaving him, which perhaps mars the musical part of his nature less than the social.”
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Such is a description of Beethoven at the time he was composing his jovial 8th Symphony!

(Beethoven, for his part, viewed Goethe as paying too much attention to courtly matters, “far more than is becoming in a poet.”)

There is some doubt about exactly when Beethoven completed the 7th – some sources say “April, 1812,” others “during the summer of 1812.” At any rate, once he completed it, he began work on the 8th in earnest.

One source describes the creation of this new symphony like this: “The months during the composition of the work were partially spent traveling from Teplitz to Karlsbad, back to Teplitz and to Linz.”

Sounds like a pleasant summer vacation, a writing holiday to get away from the distractions of the city, right?

Beethoven arrived in Teplitz on July 5th. The next morning, he wrote a letter.

Now, ordinarily, this would seem inconsequential – he wrote lots of letters. But this letter precipitated a mystery that has yet to be solved: it is the famous “Letter to the Immortal Beloved.” The woman is unnamed and she was at the spa in Karlsbad not far from Teplitz: the plan, apparently, was for him to meet her there shortly.

It is a passionate love-letter and the only copy of it was found in Beethoven’s desk after his death in 1827. Was it the rough draft? Did he never send it? If he was apparently met with rejection (again) since nothing ever came of this relationship (that we know of), why did he keep the letter? There were two portraits in that same desk drawer, miniatures of Giulietta Guiciardi (to whom he dedicated the “Moonlight” Sonata in 1801) and one that was believed to be Countess Anna Marie Erdődy (Beethoven rented rooms from her and her husband in 1808-1809 and dedicated the Opus 70 piano trios to her in 1810) but was later ascertained to be Antonie Brentano.

There have many candidates for Immortal Belovedness – the least likely being the one espoused by the highly inaccurate 1994 film “Immortal Beloved,” Beethoven’s sister-in-law.

While her true identity will probably remain unsolved – and Antonie Brentano, currently the favorite candidate, was in fact in Karlsbad when Beethoven wrote the letter – her impact on him may have been considerable. Assuming this letter was the culmination, not the start of their relationship, could it have something to do with Beethoven’s state of mind since he would probably have met her and fallen in love within the previous year or two?

We know that he met Antonie (see left) in 1810. Could love be behind the joy we hear in both the 7th and the 8th Symphonies? By most accounts, Beethoven was described as “elated” that summer of 1812, judging from his own correspondence and the two works that dominated his creativity at the time.

Antonie, her husband Franz Brentano and their six-year-old daughter arrived in Karlsbad on July 5th, just as Beethoven was arriving at Teplitz, and were registered in the guesthouse at 311 Aug’Gottes (God’s Eye). Beethoven left Teplitz for Karlsbad on July 25th and was registered to stay in the guesthouse at 311 Aug’Gottes – the same one where the Brentanos were staying. They all left Karlsbad around August 7th or 8th, stayed at the Franzensbad spa where Beethoven stayed until September 8th when he returned alone to Karlsbad and then by September 16th to Teplitz.

From there, he went to Linz in Austria, where he worked on the score for the 8th Symphony while staying with his brother, Nikolas Johann, who had opened an apothecary shop there in 1808.

Beethoven’s relationship with both of his brothers was stormy, at best. Even in the Heiligenstadt Testament, written as a kind of last will and testament to his two brothers, he leaves a blank space rather than naming Johann (another mystery for which there is no clear answer).

It was possible Beethoven planned this visit to delay his return to Vienna but not necessarily to have a nice family vacation. His primary purpose seems to have been more of a “visitation” than a “visit,” meddling in his brother’s personal affairs.

It seems that Johann rented part of his house to a physician whose unmarried younger sister-in-law lived with them and who eventually became Johann’s mistress. Beethoven was outraged at this news and “descended” on his brother to convince him to end the relationship, even applying to the local bishop and the police chief to have the girl expelled from Linz. But before he could manage that, Johann married her on November 8th and Ludwig retreated angrily to Vienna where nothing more was heard of him until December 29th when he gave a concert with violinist Pierre Rode where the newly completed Violin Sonata No. 10 was premiered.

At any rate, the manuscript score of the Symphony No. 8 bears the inscription “Sinfonia-Linz, im Monath October 1812” which implies it was either completed there or at least he wrote out the full score while there. Under the circumstances, it must not have been a very pleasant month…

But the question remains, if Beethoven was so outraged by his brother’s morals, what would he be doing carrying on an affair with a married woman right under her husband’s nose, if Antonie Brentano was indeed the “Immortal Beloved”? He could hardly marry her and she would be unable, most likely, to have gotten a divorce to do so. Is it possible, despite his proximity to the Brentanos, that Beethoven was in love with someone else who was there, someone we don’t know anything about?

Still, it is tempting to point out that the Brentanos, after their return from Karlsbad, left Vienna for Frankfort in November and Beethoven remained at his brother's until after their departure. Perhaps on purpose?

Oh, and another fact – though Beethoven and Antonie never saw each other again, it’s worth noting that she gave birth to a son, Karl Josef, on March 8th, 1813 – meaning the baby was conceived in early July, 1812…

Yes, well, like I said, there are mysteries among mysteries when it comes to examining a composer’s life and trying to apply them to a composer’s works.

But still, it’s tempting to wonder – whoever Karl Josef Brentano’s father really was – if Beethoven was working on his 8th Symphony around the time of his idyllic summer with the Immortal Beloved – whoever she may have been – is that perhaps one reason why Beethoven might have had an especial fondness for this symphony, one he called “my little one”?

Whatever may have happened during the end of that summer holiday with the Brentanos – was there a scene, a dramatic break-up? did Beethoven, unable to have the woman of his dreams descend on his younger brother to take it out on him, so that he couldn’t have the woman of his dreams, either? – Beethoven wrote this in his journal on May 13th, 1813:

“To forego what could be a great deed and to stay like this. O how different from a shiftless life, which I often pictured to myself. O terrible circumstances, which do not suppress my longing for domesticity but [prevent] its realization. O God, God, look down upon the unhappy B, do not let it continue like this any longer.”

- Dick Strawser

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Beethoven's 8th Symphony: That Old Odd/Even Conundrum

People often make the comment – I’m not sure where it began – that Beethoven’s “even-numbered symphonies” are not as great as his “odd-numbered symphonies.”

I never understood that “not as great” – not as popular, maybe, but certainly not “not as good.” Greatness may be difficult to define and is often confused with size and scope as well as popularity. And in the Symphony No. 8, we have two problems to fit that concept of greatness: the work is not built to a heroic scale like the 3rd or 5th Symphonies, geared toward public appeal like the 7th or the epic grandeur of the 9th (but then nothing else really is). In fact, it doesn’t even seem to have the ground-breaking innovation of the 1st that so startled the classical music world when they first heard it in 1800 (a new century, a new age).

We tend to forget there are no other “great symphonies” from this time period that we can reasonably compare Beethoven’s symphonies to. If anything, Beethoven was rarely typical of his time. His style had grown out of the Classical Era of his teacher’s generation and the Romantic Era did not begin on January 1st, 1800, when other composers decided “okay, this is what we’re going to write like, now.”

Beethoven was one-of-a-kind – not just in the history of Western classical music. And his symphonies are – unlike many lesser composers who wrote series of works fitting particular patterns – also highly individual, with their own intrinsic personalities. Just like children.

And just like children, perhaps not all of them grow up to become irrefutable masterpieces, for one reason or another. And if the 2nd, 4th and 8th Symphonies of Beethoven did not achieve the popular status of their companions – the 6th, the “Pastoral,” is always an exception, speaking of individualities – they cannot be dismissed as not being chips off the old block.

When the casual listener thinks of a composer writing a piece, it’s often assumed that piece was written in isolation, in the heat of inspiration (Beethoven, with his wild eyes and even wilder hair, is the epitome of an artist working under the influence of inspiration) and with an eye toward posterity. But this isn’t always the case.

Bach, essentially, wrote for Now – his cantatas for specific Sundays in the church calendar, the Well-Tempered Clavier as teaching pieces for his sons, the concertos and orchestral suites for public concerts at Zimmermann’s Coffee House where he conducted the Collegium musicum, the closest thing Leipzig had to a local symphony.

Mozart and Haydn composed their symphonies and string quartets and operas for the audience of their day and if certain works survived to win favor with more audiences in wider locations, so much the better. Not every work set out to be a masterpiece, more original than the last.

It may sound derogatory to consider composers like Bach, Mozart and Haydn as craftsmen but this was often how they and their age viewed them – employed by the nobility or the church to produce works of art that were as much a part of their patrons’ ownership as any painting or palace, something to impress the neighbors with, to put it bluntly. Part of Prince Esterházy’s fame not only within the Austrian Empire but across Europe in general was that he employed Haydn who wrote these wonderful symphonies that were all the rage in places like Vienna, Berlin, Paris and London.

That began to change at the very end of the 18th Century – or, to round things off, around 1800. It could probably be blamed on the “equality” inspired by the French Revolution as much as the changes brought to everyday life by the no less influential Industrial Revolution, a time where artists in general became part of the general free market economy.

And around this same time, composers went from creating a huge inventory of new works – Haydn’s 104 symphonies, for instance – to concentrating on only a few. After Mozart arrived in Vienna where symphonies were not as popular as concertos, in those last ten years he wrote fewer symphonies (in fact only three) but more concertos because, frankly, there was more of an audience for them and that meant more money.

Mozart wanted his freedom to create so he went to Vienna in 1781 to seek his fortune and ended up dying young, buried in a pauper’s grave. That’s what we’re led to believe. But all through that short life, Mozart was trying to find aristocratic employment. When no one, for whatever reasons – mostly due to his father’s meddling, it is believed – wanted to hire him, the 25-year-old Mozart decided to move to Vienna and become a free-lancer, basically, rather than put up with the backwater provinciality he suffered in Salzburg where he was, quite literally, kicked out by an annoyed boss.

Reading his letters and following contemporary accounts, it’s not hard to believe that Mozart was difficult to get along with – not just his sense of idealism, as we regard it today, but in his lack of diplomacy dealing with the aristocrats he needed to court. And Beethoven was very much in the same mold, whether we regard this as egotism backed up by their genius or just in their inability to behave the way society expected them to.

Especially in Beethoven, posterity created this image of the heaven-storming Titan and therefore the sense that if the heaven-storming symphonies like the 3rd, 5th, 7th and 9th fit this image, consequently, the “other” symphonies – from the gentle pastoral 6th to the more abstract 4th and 8th – were times when Beethoven felt the need to relax after such Herculean struggles.

Unlike many composers – who write one piece and then go on to the next – Beethoven worked on several compositions at the same time. Judging from his sketches, whether he was consciously working on them concurrently or not, some works were often conceived in the process of composing another one. Themes or ideas might be put aside, inappropriate for this piece but perhaps more suitable for a different work, only to take shape later. But it’s also clear that Beethoven was fully capable of compartmentalizing his creativity to have various burners firing, more or less, at once. Yet it’s amazing how different these works, sharing a common gestation period, might be from each other.

We tend to forget, today, that in the 18th Century, a composer might produce a dozen concertos or a half-dozen string quartets in a set, not individual pieces later grouped together for convenience (Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos being an exception). Haydn would plan six string quartets where each one was to have its own individuality but also fit particular expectations – different moods, different stylistic details – which Beethoven followed in his first set of quartets, Op. 18: there is one in a minor key, the dramatic one; there is a more lyrical one, one that is more symphonic in scope (meaning it deals more with developmental aspects of the form), one that is more “concertante” in style (essentially a violin concerto with the accompaniment of the other three players) and so on. This is one way a composer could “individualize” collective works and in a sense, it kept a composer, even returning to a particular form or genre again, from writing sequels the way Tchaikovsky did in his 4th, 5th and 6th Symphonies (since he is often accused of writing the same symphony three times).

For Beethoven, we could assume the challenge was to always be original; in Tchaikovsky’s defense, we should think of it as finding a successful model (whether it resonated with the audience or with the artistic soul) that could be expressed in different ways. After all, would it be any less fair to say Tchaikovsky – or Mahler or Shostakovich – wrote their own 5th Symphonies or rewrote Beethoven’s 5th their way?

And does it matter?

To read more about Beethoven’s 8th, continue at the Harrisburg Symphony Blog, here. Stuart Malina and the Harrisburg Symphony will be performing this work at concerts this weekend, Saturday at 8pm and Sunday at 3pm at the Forum in downtown Harrisburg.

- Dick Strawser

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Alexander Scriabin: the Charlie Sheen of His Day

Hey, classical music fans! It's time to make some pop-culture references to help people understand that classical music can have relevance to our lives today!




"Scriabin developed his own very personal and abstract mysticism based on the role of the artist in relation to perception and life affirmation. His ideas on reality seem similar to Platonic and Aristotelian theory though much more ethereal and incoherent. The main sources of his philosophical thought can be found in his numerous unpublished notebooks, one in which he famously wrote 'I am God'. As well as jottings there are complex and technical diagrams explaining his metaphysics."

Tiger blood aside, Scriabin was just better at explaining himself than Charlie Sheen -- not that Scriabin's contemporaries didn't have similar reactions to his philosophies and lifestyle choices...

Addendum - Not that I'm equating Scriabin with Charlie Sheen, as friends on Facebook seem to assume - I'm merely pointing out the perceptions of one generation are not necessarily those of future generations, not that that automatically makes Charlie Sheen a candidate for future geniusness.

My solipsistic skepticism, here, is purely to point out the absurdity of those who are constantly trying to engage a younger audience for classical music by bringing in "pop culture references." And this seems more "relevant" than trying to describe Mozart as the Lady GaGa of his day.

- Dr. Dick

Saturday, February 26, 2011

"The Doomsday Symphony": Introduction & Prelude

Yesterday, I finished a novel, called The Doomsday Symphony, another of my music appreciation thrillers (admittedly, not a very large genre). If nothing else, it's the main reason I haven't been posting much, here, the past several months. After writing 5-8 hours a day (or trying to), it's difficult to say "oh boy, I think I'll spend a few more hours and write something else."

Anyway, it's not the first one I've completed but it's the first one you don't have to read a novel by Dan Brown to understand. For regular readers of this blog, I'm referring to my parodies of The DaVinci Code and The Lost Symbol which I had turned into The Schoenberg Code (a serial novel) and The Lost Chord – for those of you not familiar with this blog, you can follow the links to check them out).

And like those two previous novels, it is a spoof borrowing parodies of scenes or plot-lines or images (even names) from a variety of sources but this time, starting from "creative scratch."

But after I spent four months writing The Lost Chord, I realized two things:
(1.) It wasn't as good a story as The Schoenberg Code where I more generally parodied the plot outline
(2.) It was waaaay too long and rambling (partly the problem of parodying Brown's novel chapter-by-chapter and not paying attention to accumulative length or anything akin to structural proportions)
(3.) I could probably write a story of my own, starting from scratch – not a parody but something "original"

(Okay, three things.)

Initially, this novel grew out of my collection of short stories in Stravinsky's Tavern which takes place in the fictional town of New Coalton located in the Eastern Pennsylvania Coal Region where dead composers go but continue to work and compose.(For instance, you can read an excerpt from the Doomsday Symphony scene where the orchestra is rehearsing a new symphony by Ludwig van Beethoven, his 39th.)

And, like any good thriller, there is not one but two plots.

The first focuses around the evil organization, SHMRG, and their plot to eliminate the Great Composers of Classical Music whose music is all public domain. This way, they can replace them with composers they represent, thus earning the royalties and licensing fees for themselves. They retain Klavdia Klangfarben, a forensic musicologist turned femme-fatale-for-hire, to accomplish this.

The second plot centers around a new symphony by Gustav Mahler which has been dubbed "The Doomsday" Symphony. There are a series of chords through the piece that some believe will set in motion vibrations that will bring about the destruction of the universe. This score is stolen by conductor Rogers Kent-Clarke, a mild unassuming assistant conductor who dreams of kick-starting his career (thus becoming SuperConductor) by premiering a newly discovered Mahler Symphony, unaware of the consequences.

It was my November-Is-National-Novel-Writing-Month Project this year – NaNoWriMo's challenge to write 50,000 words of a novel in one month – and then worked at it less diligently through the next three months until I ended up with a novel that is about 133,280 words total – in its first draft – or, depending on the size of the page and the font used, could be about a 300 page book.

Though I'm not sure I'm ready to post it on the installment plan here on the blog, here is the prologue - or rather the Prelude - by way of sample.

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THE DOOMSDAY SYMPHONY: PRELUDE

"You want me to kill the Great Composers of the Past..."

The other three sat around the board table as if they were making the most natural request in the world. These were clearly people who meant business and expected others to jump at their every command, regardless how impractical it might sound on first (or even seventh) hearing.

Klavdia Klangfarben's voice registered little surprise considering the assignment they'd offered her. True, she knew her stuff and she'd even done a little research before the meeting, having heard the gist of their admittedly strange idea.

One of her concerns right now was keeping her hand on the arm of the empty chair next to her: it kept swinging back and forth a little, something she was afraid might prove a distraction. She also needed a few moments to think how she would word this without having to give up too much of her plan.

The board room at SHMRG's headquarters was typical of many such corporate offices, richly paneled with exotic woods from the Amazon rain-forest, a non-functional fireplace with an ornate mantel of hand-cut Italian marble, right down to the portrait in faux-Renaissance style of its current CEO with a vast, almost funereal floral arrangement on a pedestal beside it, everything white, gold and blood red, pin-pointed here and there by supposedly subtle track-lighting. These were the trappings of power, reinforcing the necessary impressions though nothing was visible that would actually give anyone the idea what, exactly, SHMRG did.

The board table, massive and elegantly smooth, had been hand-carved out of the single trunk of a monumental tree, one of the last of its kind known to be growing in the wilds of coastal Brazil. The largest, blackest, most luxurious of the leather chairs around this table was occupied by the corporation's CEO, the legendary N. Ron Steele who in a few short years had transformed a simple non-profit arts organization into one of the most powerful music licensing entities in the universe. To say he was feared in the industry was an understatement.

On his left was Manfred Kaye, his Director of Social Media, Office Supplies and Classical Music Division who put the "psycho" in sycophant, even if most of his coworkers weren't sure how it should be pronounced. And while Steele's secretary may look like a middle-aged spinster, colleagues knew that Holly Burton, the woman on his right, was totally ruthless.

"I can do that," Klavdia Klangfarben said with a well-practiced tinge of boredom in her voice.

Obviously, she didn't want to seem too eager or overly confident, just worldly and blasé enough to get the point across they'd found the right person for the job. She could easily snow them with technical jargon, both scientific or musicological, but it was just as likely her full-length black leotard, her platinum blond hair billowing out from under the broad-brimmed floppy black hat, and her regulation black stiletto heels offered sufficient proof she knew what she was doing.

Something she had learned from one of her teachers at Klaxon University, thinking back years ago, now, was how "perception is everything." It didn't matter what the truth actually was as long as it sounded convincing. Whatever the facts really were, her professor had said, right or wrong, as long as people were convinced they were right, they were.

The fact SHMRG was one of the largest conglomerates in the music business was nothing to sneeze at. They owned any performer of any substance in any type of music through a series of well-crafted contracts and nefariously brokered deals, recently buying up most of the remaining recording labels and several of the major performing venues across the country.

The fact they had called her was not lost on her: if she pulled this one off, it would make her career. And what difference did it make, ethically, if her intended targets were already dead?

Doing what research she could manage on the corporation, despite their innate secrecy and highly encrypted web-site, it wasn't difficult to figure out what was in it for SHMRG. Without the leading composers in the traditional classical music pantheon, recording companies and radio stations (those few not already in SHMRG's control), performers and music lovers as well as those annoying classical music aficionados would need to fill the void with living composers – ones already under SHMRG's management. Anyone wanting to play or listen to their music would have to pay a hefty licensing fee. Like most recording companies, historically, this small, select, even elitist group of consumers was underwritten by the profits that came in from the popular music world, the rock stars and rappers who provided the coat-tails for the likes of the jazz, folk and classical niches. The latest flash-in-the-popular-pan made possible new versions of the same old timeless classics.

Klavdia explained how there was a very narrow window of opportunity. Yes, the minutiae of quantum physics made it possible – she waved her hands airily, dismissing the details – and while the technology was still relatively primitive, it nonetheless gave her access to her intended victims. She must, however, begin immediately if she was to overcome the challenges. Not wanting to kill anyone if she didn't have to, being in the right place at the right time was enough to change the course of history so the vagaries of popularity took care of the rest.

"So, we are agreed?" Klavdia carefully arched an eyebrow as she looked intently at the CEO.

After a brief conference, Steele wrote down a figure he passed first to Manfred Kaye, then back to Holly Burton. With a nod, the secretary passed it across the table to Klavdia who looked at it, sneered, and passed it back without comment. It was more money than she'd ever been offered for any gig in her life, but she knew they stood to gain a humongous windfall if she succeeded. She continued to stare coolly at the CEO.

After another conference, another figure slid across the table was reluctantly accepted, with a stipulation for a per-centage-based bonus. Papers were written up, passed around and signed. The chair next to her quietly began to spin.

As she left, closing the doors behind her, the large ornate floral arrangement standing nearly ten feet away crashed inexplicably to the floor.

- (end of the prelude...)

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Of course, later, we'll discover the spinning chair and the cause of the crashing flower arrangement are Klangfarben's invisible side-kick, a lawyer from "The Other Side" who once represented Mahler and Brahms in Vienna back in the day – his name is Abner Kedaver.

But then we will also meet other characters including the unlikely (and reluctant) hero, something of a cross between Dan Brown's Robert Langdon (the world's foremost symbologist) and my own musical know-it-all persona, Dr. Dick. He was originally named Dr. T.R. Cranleigh but whose name was changed to Dr. T. Richard Kerr (that's all part of the revision process).

Speaking of characters, I should point out one thing about SHMRG takes its name from acronym for an analytical approach for classical music listeners which means "Sonority, Harmony, Melody, Rhythm, Growth" (or Form but perhaps SHMRF sounded too much like those little blue cartoon characters) and which always reminded me of Ian Fleming's SMERSH  in the James Bond novels.

Developed by the theorist Jan LaRue - you can read more about it here - it is a teaching tool I have used in classes since I began teaching in the '70s and have often presented in various formats with introductory classes and pre-concert talks, especially when approaching new or unfamiliar music. But because of the SMERSH connection, it was an automatic "in" when I was looking for a name for my evil music corporation which becomes the underlying nemesis for a series of classical music appreciation thrillers.

While I do not consider LaRue's concepts "evil" in any way, I would recommend the approach - listening to specific parameters of music individually rather than just sitting there thinking "what is this music I'm listening to and do I like it or not" - to anyone who enjoys listening to music and would like to take in more than one usually does on first (or tenth) hearing. Obviously, the more one knows about the technical aspects of music, the more one would hear using such a process: for someone who is unfamiliar with much of the terminology involved, it is a place to begin and anything tallied up on such a list would probably be more than what you might walk away with from hearing a piece of music.

In fact, most of the names in this novel - as will happen in any subsequent sequels - are based on music puns (or literary or historical or pop-cultural). Klavdia Klangfarben's name comes from a German term meaning "sound-color" which was used in the early-20th Century music to describe a process by which a melody (or a harmonic passage) might have different instruments for every note (or chord) or so, as if this musical line were changing orchestral color right before your ears. I chose it simply for its euphony, not because she has any particular chameleon-like qualities.

That said, most of the action in The Doomsday Symphony takes place on the "Other Side," this parallel universe where dead composers go yet continue to compose. Because it seemed weird (or, perhaps, weirder) to call this place New Coalton, I decided to call it Harmonia-IV, just one of many such parallel universes, which is accessed through a Time-Gate outside the abandoned coal-mining town of New Coalton. This device was inspired by such science-fiction films or TV shows as "Stargate: SG-1" as much as the childhood classic, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." I decided that, parallel universes aside, something like "Fringe" was a little too dark, even for me.

Having felt uncomfortable with the massive growth of The Lost Chord which ambled on to some 180,000 words (perhaps a 400-page book) and which I felt became too diffuse in its scene-by-scene parodism, I decided, even before I began working out the plot details, to keep this one to about 130,000 words, hoping to keep more in line.

It was around that time, I found a very intriguing statement about Alexander Scriabin's compositional approach, at least in his later music which we often describe as "weird" by comparison to the late-Romanticism of his earlier style. Since it sounds totally different than "standard" classical music, it surprised me that he didn't just sit down and write in a stream-of-consciousness style, going from one cool sound to another (given his aesthetic and philosophical ideals, in and outside of his music, one gets the image of Scriabin's music being drug-induced and therefor anarchic).

He said to a friend that he viewed the form of a piece as something "perfectly round" and that one of the pieces he was working on at the time "was lacking two measures and therefor wasn't perfectly round" and this annoyed him. Now, I don't know where I saw or heard this (I think it was in a documentary about Scriabin's last years), but it made perfect sense to me.

As a composer, I'm aware that music moves in small structures, measure by measure, to create larger and larger units, whether it's a four minute piano piece or an hour-long symphony. It may seem academic but standard operating procedure is to move in 4- or 8-bar phrases, not 3- or 7-bar units.

Since I'd begun composing again with a piece for violin and orchestra back in 2000, and particularly in the String Quartet, the Symphony, the two song cycles and the five pieces that make up the Violin Sonata (which I've written about in these posts), I first determined how long (or, according to Scriabin, how "round") the piece would be, then subdivided that length into subsegments (movements, sections, phrases) determined by the Golden Section – it's a long story – and so knew in advance, even before I began composing, what the "space" would need as I'd fill it in with sound, converting time into measures of music.

This did two things for me:
(1.) it kept me focused, not going off in directions perhaps not necessary to the piece;
(2.) it placed everything – climaxes and harmonic direction – proportionally to the whole; oh, and also
(3.) it helped me figure out where to begin the next day because I now knew where I was going, rather than picking it up where I'd left off and wondering "now, where was this headed?"

So I decided to see if I could do the same thing with words. I made a line-graph of 130,000 words, divided the line along its various Golden Section points, deciding where to place which climaxes or turning points and where to divide the various chapters to see how many words each chapter, proportionally, would be. This keeps it from becoming a constant 4+4+4+4 pattern like so much classical music but can give me 8+5+5+3 pattern, as an example.

You can see that as the numbers decrease, the "rhythm" and the energy that creates increases. And so, as any good action story would demonstrate, you get more excited as you approach the resolution of that scene.

So I spread my story out across this graph, broke it down into large segments, then smaller segments until, like phrases in music, I could break it down to paragraphs and sentences.

At first, the idea was to keep this as a vague guide-line so, while writing a scene headed in one dramatic direction, I didn't go off and ruin the rhythm, the build-up, by throwing in a scene that was too long and "slow."

But then it occurred to me, why not see if I could write paragraphs and sentences – even phrases of sentences – that still fit this proportional structure of the whole, reflected in even the smallest sub-structures?

Since many of the chapters in The Lost Chord rambled on for 5,000 words or more – fine in a book but too long, I was told by friends with limited reading time or attention spans, to scroll around on-line – it turns out no chapter in The Doomsday Symphony is over 3,000 words. In fact, many of them are around 1700 words.

The prologue, it turns out, is one of the shorter ones, only 1,056 words. But I knew that even before I began writing it (actually, I wrote the prologue after writing about a dozen chapters, just to get the feel of where all this was going).

Yes, it's highly "controlled" but go back and reread those 1,056 words keeping these numbers in mind: 154, 95, 59, 36 and 23. They are the basic proportions that subdivide the chapter into groups of paragraphs and sentences and also, not coincidentally, help organize the amount of material related to the given topic of that sentence or paragraph. (Sometimes, there are slightly different subdivisions which come about, 1 or 2 numbers more or less than usual – but this all works out proportionally if for no other reason than it's very difficult to write half-a-word when dealing with fractions.)

Phi, incidentally, is the Greek letter used to denote the Golden Section of a line. This is the proportional climax of a line – whether it's space or time. So each time you see a + in these numbers, that is the Phi-point that divides the first part of a unit from its complementary part.

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1,056 words = (653 +phi+ 403) = [(#1=404 + #2=249) + (#3=249 + #4=154)]

#1 = 404 words = (154 + 96) + (95 + 59)

[154 = 95+59] "You want me to kill the Great Composers of the Past..."
The other three sat around the board table as if they were making the most natural request in the world. These were clearly people who meant business and expected others to jump at their every command, regardless how impractical it might sound on first (or even seventh) hearing.
Klavdia Klangfarben's voice registered little surprise considering the assignment they'd offered her. True, she knew her stuff and she'd even done a little research before the meeting, having heard the gist of their admittedly strange idea.

One of her concerns right now was keeping her hand on the arm of the empty chair next to her: it kept swinging back and forth a little, something she was afraid might prove a distraction. She also needed a few moments to think how she would word this without having to give up too much of her plan.

[96] The board room at SHMRG's headquarters was typical of many such corporate offices, richly paneled with exotic woods from the Amazon rain-forest, a non-functional fireplace with an ornate mantel of hand-cut Italian marble, right down to the portrait in faux-Renaissance style of its current CEO with a vast, almost funereal floral arrangement on a pedestal beside it, everything white, gold and blood red, pin-pointed here and there by supposedly subtle track-lighting. These were the trappings of power, reinforcing the necessary impressions though nothing was visible that would actually give anyone the idea what, exactly, SHMRG did.

[95] The board table, massive and elegantly smooth, had been hand-carved out of the single trunk of a monumental tree, one of the last of its kind known to be growing in the wilds of coastal Brazil. The largest, blackest, most luxurious of the leather chairs around this table was occupied by the corporation's CEO, the legendary N. Ron Steele who in a few short years had transformed a simple non-profit arts organization into one of the most powerful music licensing entities in the universe. To say he was feared in the industry was an understatement.

[59] On his left was Manfred Kaye, his Director of Social Media, Office Supplies and Classical Music Division who put the "psycho" in sycophant, even if most of his coworkers weren't sure how it should be pronounced. And while Steele's secretary may look like a middle-aged spinster, colleagues knew that Holly Burton, the woman on his right, was totally ruthless.

#2 = 249 words = (95 + 59) + (59 + 36)

[95] "I can do that," Klavdia Klangfarben said with a well-practiced tinge of boredom in her voice.
Obviously, she didn't want to seem too eager or overly confident, just worldly and blasé enough to get the point across they'd found the right person for the job. She could easily snow them with technical jargon, both scientific or musicological, but it was just as likely her full-length black leotard, her platinum blond hair billowing out from under the broad-brimmed floppy black hat, and her regulation black stiletto heels offered sufficient proof she knew what she was doing.

[59] Something she had learned from one of her teachers at Klaxon University, thinking back years ago, now, was how "perception is everything." It didn't matter what the truth actually was as long as it sounded convincing. Whatever the facts really were, her professor had said, right or wrong, as long as people were convinced they were right, they were.

[59] The fact SHMRG was one of the largest conglomerates in the music business was nothing to sneeze at. They owned any performer of any substance in any type of music through a series of well-crafted contracts and nefariously brokered deals, recently buying up most of the remaining recording labels and several of the major performing venues across the country.

[36] The fact they had called her was not lost on her: if she pulled this one off, it would make her career. And what difference did it make, ethically, if her intended targets were already dead?

#3 = 249 words = (95 + 58) + (59 + 37)

[95] Doing what research she could manage on the corporation, despite their natural secrecy and highly encrypted web-site, it wasn't difficult to figure out what was in it for SHMRG. Without the leading composers in the traditional classical music pantheon, recording companies and radio stations (those few not already in SHMRG's control), performers and music lovers as well as those annoying classical music aficionados would need to fill the void with living composers – ones already under SHMRG's management. Anyone wanting to play or listen to their music would have to pay a hefty licensing fee.

[58] Like most recording companies, historically, this small, select, even elitist group of consumers was underwritten by the profits that came in from the popular music world, the rock stars and rappers who provided the coat-tails for the likes of the jazz, folk and classical niches. The latest flash-in-the-popular-pan made possible new versions of the same old timeless classics.

[59] Klavdia explained how there was a very narrow window of opportunity. Yes, the minutiae of quantum physics made it possible – she waved her hands airily, dismissing the details – and while the technology was still relatively primitive, it nonetheless gave her access to her intended victims. She must, however, begin immediately if she was to overcome the challenges.

[37] Not wanting to kill anyone if she didn't have to, being in the right place at the right time was enough to change the course of history so the vagaries of popularity took care of the rest.

#4 = 154 words = (59 + 36) + (36 + 23)

[59] "So, we are agreed?" Klavdia carefully arched an eyebrow as she looked intently at the CEO.
After a brief conference, Steele wrote down a figure he passed first to Manfred Kaye, then back to Holly Burton. With a nod, the secretary passed it across the table to Klavdia who looked at it, sneered, and passed it back without comment.

[36] It was more money than she'd ever been offered for any gig in her life, but she knew they stood to gain a humongous windfall if she succeeded. She continued to stare coolly at the CEO.

[36] After another conference, another figure slid across the table was reluctantly accepted, with a stipulation for a per-centage-based bonus. Papers were written up, passed around and signed. The chair next to her quietly began to spin.

[23] As she left, closing the doors behind her, the large ornate floral arrangement standing nearly ten feet away crashed inexplicably to the floor.

*** ***** ******** ***** ***

Would you have even noticed how "rigorously applied" this "system" is if I hadn't pointed out?

If you're a regular reader here or know me, you may think "this doesn't sound like the Dr. Dick I'm familiar with..." but then I considered I'm writing a mystery/comedy/thriller which requires a style of its own. This helps me, for one thing, be more concise (after all, I'm not writing like Proust or Henry James, here).

And so, "The Doomsday Symphony" has begun. Now to dig into the first draft and start revising – trying to find the right word – and making sure all this, in the end, makes sense when you read it.

Will I stick rigorously to the numbers? I'm not sure yet. Beethoven would throw in a 7 bar phrase when he felt it needed it.

We'll see.

Oh, and if any of you know a publisher who might be interested...? Hey, let me know! Thanks!

- Dick Strawser

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Classical Grammy Winners for 2011

It's been a busy day – this afternoon, I managed to write the ending of my novel, a music appreciation thriller called "The Doomsday Symphony" (all except for filling in three chapters of back-story during the course of it - only about 8,000 more words to go) and the Grammy Winners were announced this evening. Alas, Beethoven's Symphony No. 39 was not a winner... (okay, you'll have to check the link – it's a fictional account of the first rehearsal for the most recent symphony Beethoven composed since he died).

Anyway, rather than sitting through the awards program on TV, here's a list of the winners of the Classical Division for the 2010 GRAMMY AWARDS which were posted on-line even before the show began, Sunday February 13th, 2011:

95. Best Engineered Album, Classical – An Engineer's Award. (Artist names appear in parentheses.)
A TIE –
Daugherty: Metropolis Symphony; Deus Ex Machina -- Mark Donahue, John Hill & Dirk Sobotka, engineers (Giancarlo Guerrero & Nashville Symphony Orchestra) [Naxos]

and

Porter, Quincy: Complete Viola Works
Leslie Ann Jones, Kory Kruckenberg, Brandie Lane & David Sabee, engineers (Eliesha Nelson & John McLaughlin Williams) [Dorian Sono Luminus]
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96. Producer Of The Year, Classical – A Producer's Award. (Artist names appear in parentheses.)

David Frost
Britten's Orchestra (Michael Stern & Kansas City Symphony)
Chambers, Evan: The Old Burying Ground (Kenneth Kiesler & The University Of Michigan Symphony Orchestra)
Dorman, Avner: Concertos For Mandolin, Piccolo, Piano And Concerto Grosso (Andrew Cyr, Eliran Avni, Mindy Kaufman, Avi Avital & Metropolis Ensemble)
The 5 Browns In Hollywood (5 Browns)
Mackey, Steven: Dreamhouse (Gil Rose, Rinde Eckert, Catch Electric Guitar Quartet, Synergy Vocals & Boston Modern Orchestra Project)
Meeting Of The Spirits (Matt Haimovitz)
Two Roads To Exile (ARC Ensemble)

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97. Best Classical Album – Award to the Artist(s) and to the Album Producer(s) if other than the Artist.

Verdi: Requiem - Riccardo Muti, conductor; Duain Wolfe, chorus master; Christopher Alder, producer; David Frost, Tom Lazarus & Christopher Willis, engineers/mixers (Ildar Abdrazakov, Olga Borodina, Barbara Frittoli & Mario Zeffiri; Chicago Symphony Orchestra; Chicago Symphony Chorus) [CSO Resound]

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98. Best Orchestral Performance – Award to the Conductor and to the Orchestra.

Daugherty: Metropolis Symphony; Deus Ex Machina - Giancarlo Guerrero, conductor (Terrence Wilson; Nashville Symphony) [Naxos]

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99. Best Opera Recording – Award to the Conductor, Album Producer(s) and Principal Soloists.

Saariaho: L'Amour De Loin - Kent Nagano, conductor; Daniel Belcher, Ekaterina Lekhina & Marie-Ange Todorovitch; Martin Sauer, producer (Deutsches Symphonie-Orchester Berlin; Rundfunkchor Berlin) [Harmonia Mundi]

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100. Best Choral Performance – Award to the Choral Conductor, and to the Orchestra Conductor if an Orchestra is on the recording, and to the Choral Director or Chorus Master if applicable.

Verdi: Requiem - Riccardo Muti, conductor; Duain Wolfe, chorus master (Ildar Abdrazakov, Olga Borodina, Barbara Frittoli & Mario Zeffiri; Chicago Symphony Orchestra; Chicago Symphony Chorus) [CSO Resound]

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101. Best Instrumental Soloist(s) Performance (with Orchestra) – Award to the Instrumental Soloist(s) and to the Conductor.

Mozart: Piano Concertos Nos. 23 & 24 - Mitsuko Uchida (The Cleveland Orchestra) [Decca]

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102. Best Instrumental Soloist Performance (without Orchestra) – Award to the Instrumental Soloist.

Messiaen: Livre Du Saint-Sacrement - Paul Jacobs [Naxos]

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103. Best Chamber Music Performance – Award to the Artists.

Ligeti: String Quartets Nos. 1 & 2 - Parker Quartet [Naxos]

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104. Best Small Ensemble Performance – Award to the Ensemble (and to the Conductor.)

Dinastia Borja - Jordi Savall, conductor; Hespèrion XXI & La Capella Reial De Catalunya (Pascal Bertin, Daniele Carnovich, Lior Elmalich, Montserrat Figueras, Driss El Maloumi, Marc Mauillon, Lluís Vilamajó & Furio Zanasi; Pascal Bertin, Daniele Carnovich, Josep Piera & Francisco Rojas) [Alia Vox]

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105. Best Classical Vocal Performance – Award to the Vocal Soloist(s).

Sacrificium - Cecilia Bartoli (Giovanni Antonini; Il Giardino Armonico) [Decca]

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106. Best Classical Contemporary Composition – A Composer's Award. (For a contemporary classical composition composed within the last 25 years, and released for the first time during the Eligibility Year.) Award to the librettist, if applicable.

Daugherty, Michael: Deus Ex Machina - Michael Daugherty (Giancarlo Guerrero) Track from: Daugherty: Metropolis Symphony [Naxos]

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107. Best Classical Crossover Album -- Award to the Artist(s) and/or to the Conductor.

Tin, Christopher: Calling All Dawns - Lucas Richman, conductor (Sussan Deyhim, Lia, Kaori Omura, Dulce Pontes, Jia Ruhan, Aoi Tada & Frederica von Stade; Anonymous 4 & Soweto Gospel Choir; Royal Philharmonic Orchestra) [Tin Works Publishing]

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A big night for composer Michael Daugherty (3 Grammys) and for Naxos (5 Grammys).

Congratulations to all the winners -- and to those who may not have won but were still nominated!

- Dick Strawser

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Tchaikovsky's 6th Symphony: The End of a Musical Life

This is the conclusion of a series of posts on Tchaikovsky's three most famous symphonies, beginning with 4th here and here, and the 5th here.
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Tchaikovsky's final symphony, known universally by the French title Pathétique, has so many emotional associations, it is difficult to separate fact from fiction or, at least, assumption. Hearing the music is one thing, interpreting and assuming facts from it, another. Then, too, events following the composition of the symphony may get confused with the composition itself – the composer's state-of-mind, for instance, what inspired him to compose it.

(A separate post at the Harrisburg Symphony Blog includes more details about the music, including audio of Leonard Bernstein's "analysis" and of Mravinsky's 1960 recording with the Leningrad Philharmonic.)

To begin with, I'd like to look at "just the facts." Even this is difficult, because there is a great deal of conjecture by different writers about Tchaikovsky's death, that even deciding what is a fact is difficult. But here goes...

First of all, let's leave its nickname out of it, for now – it was not applied until after the premiere and, in Russian, means something subtly different from how English-speaking listeners interpret the French word, Pathétique. So, in this chronology, I'll refer to it as either the "new symphony" or the B Minor Symphony.

After Tchaikovsky completed his 5th Symphony in 1888 – which, like the 4th, was built on a Triumph-over-Fate program much like Beethoven's 5th – the composer felt old and washed-up. Keep in mind – despite the familiar photographs of a white-haired man with a trim beard – he was only 48 years old. (See the photograph, above, considered the last one taken of the composer: at that time, he was 53.)

The 5th itself had come after a long period where, following the 4th Symphony, he had written many works that never succeeded to the same level of popularity. For instance, the 2nd Piano Concerto never caught on – in fact, many listeners are surprised to discover there even is a second piano concerto, since it is rarely performed. The programmatic Manfred Symphony, written in 1885 and designed upon the framework of Berlioz' Fantastique, was something Tchaikovsky himself dismissed as "a repulsive work," but then he often had very negative attitudes about other works of his, regardless of the popular reaction.

In letters from his country estate at Klin (see photo, left), Tchaikovsky considered himself burned-out, that the peak of his career had happened in the fateful years after his failed marriage in 1877 and that he would never match the level of achievement he'd reached in the 4th Symphony, the Violin Concerto and the opera Eugene Onyegin written at that time.

One of the most stabilizing aspects of his life was the unusual relationship that had developed with Nadezhda von Meck, the wealthy widow of a railroad tycoon, who supplied Tchaikovsky with an annual stipend to free him from economic concerns in order to concentrate on his composing. The one stipulation was that they never meet. They shared a voluminous and often personal correspondence but it was basically one between an artist and his biggest fan. Her support, however, was invaluable to him, not just financially.

So it came as a bitter shock in 1890, when the composer turned 50, that Mme. von Meck informed him, due to the economy, that her fortune had suffered greatly and she would be unable to continue her financial support. But what was worse was the end of their fourteen-year correspondence. He felt that he'd been thrust aside like a worn-out pensioner, that he had been nothing more than a charity case to her.

The next three years – which turned out to be his last – were full of "gloom and depression." He traveled a good deal – to America in 1891 to be honored at the opening of the new Carnegie Hall where he also conducted, and across Europe for performances of his works in Germany, France and Austria.

Writing "The Nutcracker" in 1891 was a chore for him – he disliked the restrictions he had to deal with (the choreographer was giving him detailed descriptions of the various numbers down to exact number of measures: rather than writing music Petipa would choreograph, Tchaikovsky found himself writing music tailor-made to Petipa's choreography) – and much of it was written while he was on tour in the United States and while traveling through France on his way home.

In the midst of this, he was jotting down ideas for another new work which he had written about to Grand Duke Konstantin, one of his most ardent fans in the Russian Imperial family. It was to become a "grand symphony" on an as yet unspecified program. During the return voyage from America, he jotted down this outline:

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"The ultimate essence ... of the symphony is Life. First part – all impulse, passion, confidence, thirst for activity. Must be short (the finale death – result of collapse). Second part love: third disappointments; fourth ends dying away (also short)."
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This actually became a symphony in E-flat Major – not the one we call the Pathétique – and even though he was distracted by the ballet (in the end, another work he cared little for so, as he wrote, naturally the public will adore it) and an opera, Iolanta, he had sketched the first and last movements of the new symphony by June, 1891. He hoped to finish it that summer but it wasn't until November that he had completed all four movements in sketch form and had orchestrated the first movement up to the recapitulation (a point where, many composers might feel, the rest of it becomes 'routine,' a suitable place to take a break). He had even offered to conduct its premiere the following February (1892) but then he lost creative steam and put it aside.

When he came back to it late the next year, he was disillusioned with his sketches, seeing the work as "impersonal" and lacking the "introspection required in a symphony." He wrote to his nephew, Vladimir Davydov (whom the family called "Bob") (see their photograph, right), that "I've decided to discard and forget it..." instead of composing "meaningless harmonies and a rhythmical scheme expressive of nothing."

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"The [new] symphony is only a work written by dint of sheer will on the part of the composer; it contains nothing that is interesting or sympathetic. It should be cast aside and forgotten. This determination on my part is admirable and irrevocable."
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Three days later, Bob responded "I feel sorry of course, for the symphony that you have cast down from the cliff as they used to do with the children of Sparta, because it seemed to you deformed, whereas it is probably as much a work of genius as the first five."

Rather than keeping it a symphony, for some reason, he chose to turn it into a piano concerto – his third – which he began working on in April of 1893.

But the original idea behind this new symphony had continued to show potential and stir Tchaikovsky's imagination, and two months earlier, he had written to Davydov on February 23rd, 1893:

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"I must tell you how happy I am about my [new] work. As you know, I destroyed a Symphony which I had partly composed and orchestrated in the autumn. I did wisely, for it contained little that was really fine – an empty pattern of sounds without any inspiration. Just as I was starting on my journey [to visit Paris in Dec. 1892] the idea came to me for a new symphony. This time with a program but a program of a kind which remains an enigma to all – let them guess it who can. The work will be called 'A Program Symphony.' This program is penetrated by subjective sentiment. During my journey, while composing it in my mind, I frequently shed tears. Now I am home again, I have settled down to sketch out the work and it goes with such ardor that in less than four days I have completed the first movement, while the rest of the symphony is clearly outlined in my head. There will be much that is novel as regards form in this work. For instance, the Finale will not be a great Allegro but an Adagio of considerable dimensions. You cannot image what joy I feel at the conviction my day is not yet over and that I may still accomplish much. Perhaps I may be mistaken, but it does not seem likely. Do not speak of this to anyone but Modést."
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This is hardly something that might strike us as depressing – in fact, after he mentions the finale already worked out in his head, he mentions "the joy" he feels that his creativity has been rejuvenated. This doesn't sound like somebody who's just conceived his own requiem!

Immediately after this letter, he was interrupted with concerts in Moscow and Kharkov as well as "an attack of headaches" that bothered him for two weeks. Returning to his country home at Klin, Tchaikovsky wrote to his brother Modést (see photograph, left),

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"I am now wholly occupied with the new work . . . and it is hard for me to tear myself away from it. I believe it comes into being as the best of my works. I must finish it as soon as possible, for I have to wind up a lot of affairs and I must soon go to London. I told you that I had completed a Symphony which suddenly displeased me, and I tore it up. Now I have composed a new symphony which I certainly shall not tear up!"
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More interruptions – writing what he called "pancakes," a series of small piano pieces, intending to write one a day, and the more he wrote, the better his income would be – and a trip to Berlin (complaining of how much he hated train-rides and how home-sick he felt) and London where he conducted his 4th Symphony with a brilliant success, concluding with an honorary degree from Cambridge, in the company of Saint-Saëns, Grieg, Boïto and Bruch.

But the return home was less than joyful. He received word that four close friends had either died in his absence or were now close to death. In the past, one such death would have paralyzed him but now, he wrote, death appeared less enigmatical and fearful. He had become, according to friends, more serene about death and it did not disturb the joy he felt in meeting Nephew Bob at Grankino, a family estate on the Ukrainian steppes.

Then in July, he was back at work. To Bob, he wrote that he had become ill in Moscow, "from drinking too much cold water at dinner and supper... The day after tomorrow, I start upon the Symphony again. I must write letters for the next two days.

Three days later, he wrote to Modést,

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"I am up to my eyes in the Symphony. The further I go, the more difficult the orchestration becomes. Twenty years ago, I should have rushed it through without a second thought and it would have turned out all right. Now I am turning coward and have lost my self-confidence. I have been sitting all day over two pages yet they will not come out as I wish. In spite of this, the work makes progress... [about his home, he writes] All is in order; a mass of flowers in the garden, good paths and a new fence with gates. I am well cared for. And yet I get terribly bored unless I am working."
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In mid-August, he writes to Bob,

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"The Symphony which I intended to dedicate to you – although I have now changed my mind – is progressing. I am very well pleased with its contents but not quite so satisfied with the orchestration. It does not realize my dreams. To me, it will seem quite natural and not in the least astonishing if this Symphony meets with abuse or scant appreciation at first. I certainly regard it as quite the best – and especially the 'most sincere' – of all my works. I love it as I never loved any one of my musical offspring before!"
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(The reference to changing the dedication was merely playful because his nephew had been neglecting to answer Tchaikovsky's letters.)

Nine day later, Tchaikovsky writes to his publisher,

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"I have finished the orchestration of the new Symphony... I have made the arrangement for four hands myself and must play it through, so I have asked the youngest Konius [one of a family of musicians Tchaikovsky had supported] that we may try it together. As regards the score and parts, I cannot them in order before the first performance which takes place in Petersburg on October 16th [28th, according to the new-style calendar that took effect in 1917]... On my word of honor, I have never felt such self-satisfaction, such pride, such happiness as in the consciousness that I am really the creator of this beautiful work."
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Again, the image of the composer, here, bears little resemblance to the popular idea of a depressed composer writing a musical suicide note and that, nine days after that premiere, he would be dead, some say by committing suicide!

Immediately after dropping a copy of the score off with his publisher, Tchaikovsky went on a tour to Hamburg. On his return, he visited with Modést who wrote,

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"I had not seen him so bright for a long time past. He was keenly interested in the forthcoming season of the Musical Society, and was preparing the program of the fourth concert which he was to conduct."
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Modést was now preparing to take up housekeeping with their nephew Bob who had finished his studies at the Imperial School of Jurisprudence (Tchaikovsky himself was an alumnus) and his letter continues how the composer was considering a new opera on George Eliot's The Mill on the Floss (she had recently become one of his favorite authors) or perhaps her Sad Fortunes of the Rev. Amos Barton, but Modést talked him out of it. At least, he never mentioned the project again.

In early October, Tchaikovsky wrote to the Grand Duke Konstantin, "Without exaggeration I have put my whole soul into this [new symphony]." Yet he confides to Modést a few days later, writing from Moscow, how he has been feeling "dreadfully bored and misanthropical... I sit in my [hotel-]room and see no one but the waiter. I long for home, work and my normal existence."

Back home, finally, he writes to a friend that he is working on the new Piano Concerto's orchestration (this had been the former E-flat Symphony). Then, a week later, he leaves Klin for St. Petersburg and the eventual premiere of his new B Minor Symphony. On the way, he stopped to attend a memorial service in Moscow for one of his close friends who had just died and, passing the village of Frolovskoe, he pointed out the cemetery and how "I shall be buried there and people will point out my grave as they go by," something he repeated to his student Sergei Taneyev.

Another friend, the critic Nikolai Kashkin, recounts the gathering following the memorial service where the question came up, quite inadvertently, who would be the next to "go." Kashkin good-naturedly observed that Tchaikovsky would "outlive us all." And while the composer "disputed the probability, he said he had never felt better or happier in his life." That night, he caught the night-train to Petersburg where he would conduct the world premiere of his new symphony.

Kashkin continued that Tchaikovsky "had no doubt as to the first three movements, but the last was still a problem, and perhaps after the performance in Petersburg he should destroy the Finale and replace it by another."

They then parted, knowing they would see each other when Tchaikovsky returned in two-weeks' time to conduct a concert in Moscow.

In the commentary that Modést Tchaikovsky includes in a collection of his brother's letters, he writes (in the third person) that

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"Tchaikovsky arrived in Petersburg on October 10th [22nd, New Style]. He was met by his brother Modést and his favorite nephew [Bob Davydov]. He was delighted with their new abode and his spirits were excellent... One thing only depressed him: at the rehearsals the 6th Symphony made no impression upon the orchestra. He always set store by the opinion of the musicians. Moreover, he feared lest the interpretation of the Symphony might suffer from their coldness. Tchaikovsky only conducted his works well when he knew they appealed to the players. To obtain delicate nuances and a good balance of tone, he needed his surroundings to be sympathetic and appreciative. A look of indifference, a coolness on the part of any of the band seemed to paralyze him; he lost his head, went through the work perfunctorily and cut the rehearsal as short as possible, so as to release the musicians from a wearisome task. Whenever he conducted a work of his own for the first time, a kind of uncertainty – almost carelessness – in the execution of details was apparent and the whole interpretation lacked force and definite expression. The 5th Symphony and Hamlet were so long making their way merely because the composer had failed to make them effective..."
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Here, Tchaikovsky viewed the symphony as the greatest work he'd yet written but on this occasion, his brother continues, "his judgment remained unshaken, and even the indifference of the orchestra did not alter his opinion that this Symphony was 'the best thing I ever composed or ever shall compose.'"

At the premiere, Modést writes, "the work fell rather flat. It was applauded and the composer was recalled; but the enthusiasm did not surpass what was usually shown for one of Tchaikovsky's new works.."

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"The press did not speak of the new symphony with as much admiration as Tchaikovsky had expected but on the whole the notices were appreciative. The St. Petersburg Viedomosti thought 'the thematic material... was not very original, the leading subjects were neither new nor significant. The last movement, Adagio lamentoso, was the best.' ...The Novoe Vremya said: 'The new Symphony is evidently the outcome of a journey abriad; it contains much that is clever and resourceful as regards orchestral color, besiudes grace and delicacy (in the two middle movements) [wait a minute, 'grace and delicacy' in the March??!?] but as far as inspiration is concerned it stands far below Tchaikovsky's other symphonies.' Only one newspaper, the Birjevya Viedomosti spoke of the work in terms of unqualified praise while finding fault with composer's conducting of the work."
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The next morning over breakfast, the composer and his brother looked at the score over coffee. Tchaikovsky had decided to send the score to his publisher in Moscow 'as is' but could not decide on a title. It needed, he felt, more than just a number but he was dissatisfied with "A Program Symphony" (and he may well have regretted ever joking with Davydov about challenging listeners to figure it out).

Modést suggested "Tragic" but that did not please the composer either.

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"I left the room while Peter Ilich was still in a state of indecision. Suddenly the word 'pathetic' occurred to me and I returned to suggest it. I remember as though it were yesterday how my brother exclaimed 'Bravo, Modést, splendid!' Then and there, in my presence, he added to the score the title by which the Symphony has always been known."
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Now, in Russian, Патетическая (pah-te-tih-CHESS-kayuh) means "passionate" or "emotional," not as it does in English, "arousing pity." In all Western publications, as often happens, the Russian was translated into French as Pathétique. If we had to translate it into English, it should be called "The Passionate Symphony" and not "The Pathetic Symphony."

And so he sent off the score but immediately changed his mind. The composer wrote to Jorgenson, hoping it wasn't too late, what he wanted on the title page – the dedication to Davydov, the fact it was "No. 6" but no title.

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"It is very strange [he continued] about this Symphony. It was not exactly a failure, but was received with some hesitation. As far as I am concerned, I am prouder of it than of any of my previous works. However, we can soon talk it over together, for I shall be in Moscow on Saturday."
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Following the premiere, Tchaikovsky attended other performances in St. Petersburg, including Ostrovsky's play A Warm Heart. During an intermission, Tchaikovsky and his brother visited an actor-friend in his dressing room where the conversation turned on spiritualism "and his loathing for 'all those abominations' which reminded one of death. Peter Ilich laughed at Varlamov's quaint way of expressing himself. 'There is plenty of time,' said Tchaikovsky, 'before we need reckon with this snub-nosed horror; it will not come to snatch us off just yet! I feel I shall live a long time.'"

Immediately after that performance, Tchaikovsky joined Davydov and some friends – including the composer Glazunov – for supper at the Restaurant Leiner, a fashionable restaurant that Tchaikovsky frequently enjoyed. Modést joined them an hour later – his brother had already eaten: macaroni with white wine and soda water.

The next morning, Tchaikovsky complained of feeling indisposed – indigestion and a bad night's sleep. He paid a late-morning visit to the conductor Napravnik and returned an hour later still complaining about not feeling well, though he declined to see a doctor. There was nothing unusual in his complaints: Modést was familiar with past indispositions and thought nothing of it, at the time.

According to his brother, Tchaikovsky joined him and Davydov (Modést's roommate) for lunch and but didn't feel like eating, instead pouring a glass of cold water that, as it turned out, hadn't been boiled.

Much is made of the cholera epidemic in Petersburg at the time but in fact it had started in Russia in May, 1892, so it was nothing new that restrictions about drinking un-boiled water would have been unfamiliar.

But his condition worsened almost immediately and that evening, Modést called the doctor who arrived around 8pm. Tchaikovsky had already grown very weak and complained of "terrible oppression on his chest." More than once, the brother commented, he said "I believe this is death."

By morning, things seemed more hopeful and he even joked that he had been "snatched from the jaws of death." But the next day, his mental depression (as Modést describes it) returned.

"Leave me," the composer told his doctors. "You can do no good. I shall never recover."

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"Gradually, he passed into the second stage of the cholera, with its most dangerous symptom – complete inactivity of the kidneys. He slept more but his sleep was restless and sometimes he wandered in his mind. At these times he repeated the name of Nadezhda Filaretovna von Meck [usually known as Madame von Meck] in an indignant or reproachful tone... A warm bath was tried as a last resort without avail and soon afterwards his pulse grew so weak that the end seemed imminent."
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He continues that, with the arrival of their brother Nikolai, a priest was summoned but he could not administer Last Rites because Tchaikovsky was by now unconscious, unable to respond.

At 3:00am on November 6th, 1893, Tchaikovsky passed away in the presence of his brothers Nikolai and Modést, three nephews (including Davydov), three doctors and a faithful servant.

As Modést concludes his volume of his brother's letters,

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"At the last moment an indescribable look of clear recognition lit up his face – a gleam which only died away with his last breath."
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Coming nine days after the premiere of this symphony, the composer's unexpected death was even more of a shock. The funeral took place three days later, the tsar allowing it to be held in the great Kazan Cathedral which held 6,000 people. Though ten times that many had applied for "tickets" to be able to attend, still some 8,000 people crammed into the cathedral for the service.

The second performance of Tchaikovsky's last symphony took place at a memorial concert nine days after the composer was buried in the Tikhvin Cemetery. The response, then, was very different. It was said that conductor Eduard Napravnik wept frequently throughout the performance.

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The mythology – legends, facts and purported facts, assumptions – that developed after Tchaikovsky's death are well-known and mostly unfounded, perhaps not even accurate, judging from Tchaikovsky's own comments in his letters regarding the composition of the work.

How can anyone read these letters and think he conceived the piece as a "symphonic suicide note"?

Many people also assume, because he died so soon after the premiere, the composer was already ill and therefore knew he was dying, in fact wrote the symphony under that assumption. But if he had placed that finale as one of the middle movements where a slow movement would normally go and worked that rousing March into a suitable Finale, Tchaikovsky's "after-life" might be very different. But that is what he intended – actually, even before he began work on it: the original plan for the abandoned E-flat Symphony included a finale representing "death – result of collapse" that concludes "dying away."

In fact, if anything, writing this symphony – cathartic or otherwise – rejuvenated the composer's long creative "depression," composing something he regarded as his finest work, something he did not claim often.

Listening to this music, especially its almost unbearable finale, it is not difficult to understand why people might assume, depressed by the piece – or by its supposedly failed reception – Tchaikovsky went and committed suicide.

Then there is the infamous Glass of Water.

Did Tchaikovsky drink it on purpose – this unboiled water in the midst of an on-going cholera epidemic – as a means of consciously committing suicide?

Glazunov, for one, remarks how Tchaikovsky had ordered a glass of cold water from the waiter at the restaurant following that performance of Ostrovsky's play (the one in which he and one of the actors joked at intermission about death). His brother's account says he drank it the next day at home without realizing it wasn't boiled but was already complaining of symptoms that would eventually be diagnosed as choleric.

More recently, since 1979, theories have been proposed that Tchaikovsky was ordered to commit suicide because an impending legal case against him – as a homosexual who tried to seduce a nobleman's son in a country where homosexuality was illegal and the charges could result in his being exiled to Siberia – would bring shame on the members of his class at the School of Jurisprudence who then met in a "court of honor," ordering the composer to commit suicide before it came to trial.

Judging from the letters that Modést extensively quotes, there is nothing in the composer's demeanor that would indicate he had experienced such a horrendous event. Judging from other events in his biography that might bring on bouts of depression, you'd think such an occurrence would have absolutely paralyzed him!

It also strikes me as odd that writers about music – scholarly and otherwise – never spilled as much ink on figuring out the "programs" behind the 4th and 5th Symphonies beyond the traditional "struggle against fate with a triumphant outcome." But the 6th is full of darkly ominous suggestions, like this one:

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"...the rapidly progressing evolution of the transformed first theme suddenly 'shifts into neutral' in the strings, and a rather quiet, harmonized chorale emerges in the trombones. The trombone theme bears no relation to the music that either precedes or follows it. It appears to be a musical non sequitur — but it is from the Russian Orthodox Mass for the Dead, in which it is sung to the words: 'And may his soul rest with the souls of all the saints.'"
paraphrase in Wikipedia, with reference to Richard Taruskin's "On Russian Music" (Univ/Calif Press, 2009)
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While that may be, to assume Tchaikovsky is envisioning his own funeral with this quote, what does that say about Berlioz, Liszt and especially Rachmaninoff who all quoted the Dies irae from the Roman Catholic Requiem liturgy but didn't have the misfortune of dying shortly after those works were premiered?

If anyone tried to explain Beethoven's 5th as a literal struggle between the composer and his deafness, they're laughed out of town. Beethoven's "program" – Fate-Knocks-at-the-Door and all – is a universal metaphor for Everyman's struggle with existence.

But because Tchaikovsky was a composer who lived very close to the surface, with him such assumptions come naturally to a public who has to examine a work of art and attempt to explain it by finding out "why?"

- Dick Strawser

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A footnote: whatever the relationship was between Tchaikovsky, his brother Modést and their nephew "Bob" Davydov – they were all three homosexuals – the composer had named Bob his heir, receiving the royalties and copyrights from his music. Never fulfilling his early musical potential, Davydov gave up a law career to follow a military one but then resigned his commission to live at Tchaikovsky's home in Klin where he helped Modést maintain a museum. According to Anthony Holden's 1995 biography of the composer, "An acute depressive, Davydov turned to morphine and other drugs before he committed suicide in 1906 at the age of 34."

Note: Most of the extensive quotes from Tchaikovsky's letters and all of Modést Tchaikovsky's commentary is taken from the volume of Tchaikovsky's correspondence published in 1973 by Vienna House in New York City, an unabridged republication of John Lane's original 1906 publication, The Life and Letters of Tchaikovsky.