Monday, December 05, 2005

Byronies

Those who have attended my pre-concert talks know that I have been engaged in a lonely struggle to shift The American Symphony away from programs celebrating murder, cannibalism, dismembering, decapitation, and other forms of violence and instead point it in the direction of what are commonly known as family values. I have enjoyed only limited success. For example, one recent program was devoted to incest. This is not one of the family values I had in mind. Our guide was Lord Byron. Lord Byron came by his knowledge of this subject, as it were, honestly—his father, known as “Mad Jack” Byron—had an affair with his sister (Byron’s aunt) whose name was Frances Leigh. Frances had a son George who married Augusta, the daughter of Byron’s father by a first marriage. It was with Augusta Leigh—his half-sister--that Byron famously had—despite her marriage to George and his to Annabella Milbanke--a passionate affair. Did you follow that?

The one with Augusta was not Byron’s only sexual attachment. He had hundreds of others. He had them with young girls, women his own age, women a generation older, adolescent boys, men his age—even his great love of animals was suspect. When he went as a student to Cambridge, where they had a ‘no dogs allowed’ policy, he—a dog lover-- acquired a pet bear just to aggravate the authorities. A poem written at the time suggested that Byron’s relationship with the bear—a live bear, mind you—was not entirely Platonic. Byron’s recent biographer, Fiona MacCarthy assures us that this was a malicious suggestion. There is no actual evidence that the bear was a “sex toy.”

My own theory is that Byron may have needed eye glasses, was too vain to wear them, with the result that he often did not know with whom or with what he was ‘making a connection’—to use the expression of the time. A phrase from Beyond the Fringe comes to mind:
“High marks for enthusiasm; zero for accuracy.”

He was born George Gordon Byron in Aberdeen in 1788. Upon the death in 1794 of William Byron, grandson of the 5th Lord Byron, George inherited the title. Thus at age six, he became Lord Byron. He also inherited a property in Scotland that was originally acquired by an ancestor, Sir John Byron, from Henry VIII. By 1794 it was largely in ruins with not enough money to repair it. When he could afford to, Byron had certain rooms extravagantly decorated. He failed, however, to repair the roof—with the result that, in time, rain destroyed the lavish decorations. This and many other tidbits can by found in Fiona MacCarthy’s book—you can read about his violent mood swings, his excessive drinking, his cruelty. But these are not what was known by, or what inspired, so many of his contemporaries. His poetry was immensely successful and influential. After the first two cantos of Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage were published, in his own words: “I awoke one morning and found myself famous.” The very day that the poem The Corsair was published, it sold ten thousand copies. Byron’s publisher—John Murray—grew rich from Byron’s poetry. Byron, however, felt it was beneath him to accept payment for work that he composed so effortlessly—this despite his ever-increasing burden of debt.
When efforts to sell his ancestral pile fell through, he married Annabella in hopes of benefiting from her inheritance prospects. The marriage was a disaster, and to escape the scandal of their separation as well as rumors about his relationship with his half sister, Byron left England for the Continent—an exile that lasted eight years until his death. He traveled in an enormous, lavish carriage modeled on that of his hero Napoleon. It contained sleeping quarters, dining space, and much of his library. Custom made, it was never paid for.
Byron made for Switzerland and settled for a while in Sécheron on Lac Leman. Staying at the same hotel was Percy B. Shelley and two women—Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, who was not yet married to Shelley but with whom Shelley had a son now four-months old; and her step sister Clair Clairmont, whom Byron had impregnated while still in London. The four became a congenial group that met (no longer in the hotel but in separate rented houses) daily and—in time—amused themselves inventing ghost stories. Out of this came Mary Shelley’s FRANKENSTEIN—The Modern Prometheus. Byron’s effort at ghost story writing took the form of a fragment of a novel about an aristocrat vampire named Augustus Darvell. Byron’s physician, who was traveling with him, a certain Dr. John Polidori, stole Byron’s idea and wrote a story called The Vampyre. This somehow found its way back to England where it was published under Byron’s name. It immediately triggered a vampire mania that spread back to France and Germany, resulting in many plays and related works on vampire themes. Polidori’s story is the basis of Marchner’s opera Der Vampyr of 1828. Bram Stoker’s Dracula, from the end of the century, stems directly from what Byron and Polidori started.

It was in the context of Frankenstein and vampires, enriched by Byron’s coming upon the first part of Goethe’s Faust, that the dramatic poem MANFRED was written.

Byron’s influence on his contemporary writers was immense, and ranged from Victor Hugo to Heinrich Heine to Alexander Pushkin. Composers who were, so to speak, Byronized include Schumann, who read Manfred at age 19; (Schumann’s father, a bookseller, had published his own translations of portions of Child Harold)Schumann also began an opera on The Corsair—left unfinished; Berlioz, whose work for viola and orchestra, Harold in Italy, is a response to Childe Harold, and whose Corsair Overture was inspired by that poem; Liszt, who at age 21 practiced the piano four to five hours a day but read during the breaks. He mentions Homer, the Bible, Plato, Lock and Byron, saying “I study them, meditate on them, devour them with a fury.” Rossini changed the title of an opera to The Siege of Corinth and Tchaikovsky wrote a Manfred symphony. Byron’s poems were set to music by Loewe, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Wolf, Musorgsky, Balakirev, Rimsky-Korsakov, Gounod and Busoni. Schoenberg’s Ode to Napoleon and Virgil Thomson’s opera Lord Byron show that the mania for Byron did not end with the 19th century.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Hotel Soap

The following letters are taken from an actual incident between a London
hotel and one of its guests. The hotel ended up submitting the letters to
the Sunday Times.

Dear Maid,

Please do not leave any more of those little bars of soap in my bathroom since I have brought my own bath-sized Dial. Please remove the six unopened little bars from the shelf under the medicine chest and another three in the shower soap dish. They are in my way.

Thank you,
S. Berman


Dear Room 635,

I am not your regular maid. She will be back tomorrow, Thursday, from her day off. I took the 3 hotel soaps out of the shower soap dish as you requested. The 6 bars on your shelf I took out of your way and put on top of your Kleenex dispenser in case you should change your mind. This leaves only the 3 bars I left today which my instructions from the management is to leave 3 soaps daily. I hope this is satisfactory.

Kathy, Relief Maid



Dear Maid - I hope you are my regular maid.

Apparently Kathy did not tell you about my note to her concerning the little bars of soap. When I got back to my room this evening I found you had added 3 little Camays to the shelf under my medicine cabinet. I am going to be here in the hotel for two weeks and have brought my own bath-size Dial so I won't need those 6 little Camays which are on the shelf. They are in my way when shaving, brushing teeth, etc. Please remove them.

S. Berman


Dear Mr. Berman,

My day off was last Wed. so the relief maid left 3 hotel soaps which we are instructed by the management. I took the 6 soaps which were in your way on the shelf and put them in the soap dish where your Dial was. I put the Dial in the medicine cabinet for your convenience. I didn't remove the 3 complimentary soaps which are always placed inside the medicine cabinet for all new check-ins and which you did not object to when you checked in last Monday. Please let me know if I can of further assistance.

Your regular maid,
Dotty


Dear Mr. Berman,

The assistant manager, Mr. Kensedder, informed me this morning that you called him last evening and said you were unhappy with your maid service. I have assigned a new girl to your room. I hope you will accept my apologies for any past inconvenience. If you have any future complaints please contact me so I can give it my personal attention. Call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM.

Thank you.
Elaine Carmen
Housekeeper


Dear Miss Carmen,

It is impossible to contact you by phone since I leave the hotel for business at 7:45 AM and don't get back before 5:30 or 6PM. That's the reason I called Mr. Kensedder last night. You were already off duty. I only asked Mr. Kensedder if he could do anything about those little bars of soap. The new maid you assigned me must have thought I was a new check-in today, since she left another 3 bars of hotel soap in my medicine cabinet along with her regular delivery of 3 bars on the bathroom shelf. In just 5 days here I have accumulated 24 little bars of soap.

Why are you doing this to me?

S. Berman

Dear Mr. Berman,

Your maid, Kathy, has been instructed to stop delivering soap to your room
and remove the extra soaps. If I can be of further assistance, case call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM.

Thank you,
Elaine Carmen,
Housekeeper
Dear Mr. Kensedder,

My bath-size Dial is missing. Every bar of soap was taken from my room including my own bath-size Dial. I came in late last night and had to call the bellhop to bring me 4 little Cashmere Bouquets.

S. Berman


Dear Mr. Berman,

I have informed our housekeeper, Elaine Carmen, of your soap problem. I cannot understand why there was no soap in your room since our maids are instructed to leave 3 bars of soap each time they service a room. The situation will be rectified immediately. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience.

Martin L. Kensedder
Assistant Manager


Dear Mrs. Carmen,

Who the hell left 54 little bars of Camay in my room? I came in last night and found 54 little bars of soap. I don't want 54 little bars of Camay. I want my one damn bar of bath-size Dial. Do you realize I have 54 bars of soap in here? All I want is my bath size Dial. Please give me back my bath-size Dial.

S. Berman


Dear Mr. Berman,

You complained of too much soap in your room so I had them moved. Then
you complained to Mr. Kensedder that all your soap was missing so I personally returned them. The 24 Camays which had been taken and the 3 Camays you are supposed to receive daily. I don't know anything about the 4 Cashmere
Bouquets. Obviously your maid, Kathy, did not know I had returned your soaps
so she also brought 24 Camays plus the 3 daily Camays. I don't know where you got the idea this hotel issues bath-size Dial. I was able to locate some bath-size Ivory which I left in your room.

Elaine Carmen
Housekeeper



Dear Mrs. Carmen,

Just a short note to bring you up-to-date on my latest soap inventory.

As of today I possess:

On the shelf under medicine cabinet - 18 Camay in 4 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2.
On the Kleenex dispenser - 11 Camay in 2 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 3.
On the bedroom dresser - 1 stack of 3 Cashmere Bouquet, - 1 stack of 4 hotel-size Ivory, and 8 Camay in 2 stacks of 4.
Inside the medicine cabinet - 14 Camay in 3 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2.
In the shower soap dish - 6 Camay, very moist.
On the northeast corner of tub - 1 Cashmere Bouquet, slightly used.
On the northwest corner of tub - 6 Camays in 2 stacks of 3.

Please ask Kathy when she services my room to make sure the stacks are neatly piled and dusted. Also, please advise her that stacks of more than 4 have a tendency to tip. May I suggest that my bedroom window sill is not in use and will make an excellent spot for future soap deliveries. One more item, I have purchased another bar of bath-sized Dial which I am keeping in the hotel vault in order to avoid further misunderstandings.

S. Berman

Follow The Conductor

EUGENE ORMANDY QUOTATIONS

Collected by members of the Philadelphia Orchestra.


... He is a wonderful man and so is his wife.

(On the occasion of the death of David Oistrakh) I told him he'd have
a heart attack a year ago, but unfortunately he lived a year longer.

I conduct faster here so you can see my beat.

The next movement is still in the factory.

At every concert I've sensed a certain insecurity about the tempo.
It's clearly marked quarter note = 80, uhh, 69.

It's difficult to remember when you haven't played it before.

I'm conducting slowly because I don't know the tempo.

I don't want to repeat this 100 times. When you see crescendo, it
means p.

I was trying to help you so I was beating wrong.

The minute you slow down a fraction, you're behind.

Who is sitting in that empty chair?

Bass Clarinetist: What note do I have? EO: The score is written out
the way you hear it the way you play it - and I have to transpose
back to normal.

Tubist: Long note? EO: Yes, make it seem short.

Even if the right instruments are not here, we will play it anyway.
It's only a short piece.

I can conduct it better than I count.

Intonation is important, especially when it is cold.

It is not together, but the ensemble is perfect.

I purposely gave you a slower tempo, because I did not know what the
right one was.

Something went wrong. It was correct when I studied it.

Don't play louder, just give it more.

I purposely didn't do anything and you were all behind.

EO: To the Woodwinds: There are no woodwinds at Number 6. Woodwinds: We're at number 15. EO: I know. that is why.

Did you play? It sounded very good.

I never say what I mean but I always manage to say something similar.

EO: Percussion a little louder Percussion: We don't have anything.
EO: That's right, play it louder.

If you don't have it in your part, leave it out because there is
enough missing already.

Why do you always insist on playing while I'm trying to conduct?

We can't hear the balance yet because the soloist is still on the
airplane.

The tempo remains pp.

We have to play it longer because there are no numbers or letters.

That was perfect. It was just the opposite from what I said yesterday.

Q: is that a G or a G# Maestro? EO: Yes.

Bizet was a very young man when he composed this symphony, so play it
softly.

Let's start at 35 because I don't know where it is.

This is a very democratic organization, so let's take a vote. All
those who disagree with me, raise their hands.

During the rests -- pray.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Shaw on Brahms

If Brahms was unduly rough on the music of colleagues, he got his comeuppance from the pen of George Bernard Shaw, who had this to say about the German Requiem:


There are some sacrifices which should not be demanded twice from any man, and one of them is listening to Brahms’s Requiem.

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I do not deny that the Requiem is a solid piece of music manufacture. You feel at once that it could only have come from the establishment of a first-class undertaker.

***
…his Requiem is patiently borne only by the corpse.


***
The admirers of Brahms had a succulant treat at the Richter concert last week. His German Requiem was done from ene to end, and done quite well enough to bring out all its qualities. What those qualities are could have been guessed by a deaf man from the mountanous tedium of the unfortunate audience, who yet listened with a perverse belief that Brahms is a great composer…

***
…the colossally stupid Requiem, which has made so many of us wish ourselves dead.

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[after it] the very flattest of funerals would seem like a ballet…

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Brahms and Other Composers

In 1879 Hugo Wolf showed some of his music to Brahms, who said, “First you must learn something. Then we shall see if you have any talent.” Brahms advised him to study counterpoint with Nottebohm. Wolf, who up until this point admired Brahms’s music, turned into a violent antagonist. During his three-year stint as critic of the Wiener Salonblatt he wrote many anti-Brahms pieces. He did not study counterpoint with Notteborhm.

Soon after this, Hans Rott--a gifted young colleague of Mahler’s--played two of his scores for Brahms hoping to obtain support in winning the coveted Beethoven Prize. Brahms advised him to give up any thought of a musical career. This harsh commentary appears to have driven Rott over the edge. On a train from Vienna to Alsace he was convinced that Brahms had loaded the train with dynamite and wouldn’t allow his travelling companion to light his cigar. Rott had to be taken back to Vienna, hospitalized, and he died four year later without recovering. Brahms was generally blamed for his demise (by Bruckner, for example.)
In 1885 Brahms met the young Richard Strauss and heard his Symphony in F minor. He said, “Very pretty, young man, but too full of thematic irrelevancies. There is no point in piling up themes which are only contrasted rhythmically on a single triad.”
Nor was Brahms easily won over by great eminence. At the age of twenty he visited Weimar with violinist Eduard Remenyi. Brahms was too shy to play his compositions for Liszt. So Liszt sight-read them, without difficulty and keeping up a running commentary. Then Liszt played his own Sonata in B Minor, which was still in manuscript. Brahms fell asleep during Liszt’s performance.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Under Attack

Those of us who give lectures prior to classical music concerts should feel under threat of extinction. The New York Philharmonic has experimented with a hand-held device that provides listeners with a running analysis of works of music as they are being performed. If successful, and adopted widely, these devices would make such pre-concert talks a thing of the past. As I contemplate being made redundant, I would like to offer some suggestions for improvements to the new technology. The first added feature should make it possible to enter a code and receive an instant, on-the–spot evaluation of the performance by one’s choice of critics from the nearest prestigious newspaper. I envision a kind of skybox with five critics feverishly typing away at computer terminals. You could punch in the name of critic A and get “Too fast!” or Critic B and get “Too loud!” or Critic C and get “Too leathery.” This would make up for the reduction in space even the best papers now allot to serious music criticism and give these worthy writers a higher profile.

The next phase of my proposed technological enhancement would allow the audience to interact with the performers and actually affect the interpretation. Upon a certain threshold of hand-held input, the conductor would receive a message saying “Slow down!” or “We can’t hear the flute!” or, more seriously, “Skip to the next piece; we’ve had it with this one.” It could be like a channel changer. Not maybe such a good idea for contemporary composers such as myself. But it would add a new dynamic to the concert hall: audience empowerment.

If that seems just too democratic I would suggest that series subscribers and donors be rewarded with periodic insider messages. For example, “The second bassoon just lost his place.” Or “We never got around to rehearsing this passage.”

Until this technology is perfected I plan to stay with the live lecture. I hope it’s good for at least one more season.

Monday, May 02, 2005

The Lives and Deaths of Composers

A question no doubt on the minds of lovers of music is: why are there so few operas based on the lives of composers? The answer is, because composers’ lives are so boring. Writing music, the act of applying pen or pencil to paper (or, more recently, inputting at a keyboard), hour after hour, day in and day out, is not material for high drama. Proofreading orchestral parts gives little in the way of visual excitement.

The most interesting aspect of most composers’ lives is how they die. Legends spring up about this. Some are true, such as Chausson riding his bicycle down an incline; the braking mechanism (newly invented) fails him, he smashes into a wall, and expires. Some are suspect, such as Alkan reaching for the Torah on a high bookshelf. It falls hitting him on the head killing him. If a composer is thought to die at the hand of another composer, this has operatic potential. Pushkin’s tale Mozart and Salieri was taken up by Rimsky-Korsakov who composed his opera of the same title in 1897. Much later, Peter Shaffer developed a similar theme in his 1979 play Amadeus later made into a successful film. Of course, Salieri did not really poison Mozart--although he no doubt wanted to.

Composers who exhibit criminal tendancies would seem to offer fruitful possibilities. There was Johann Rosenmüller, the 17th century composer, trombonist, and organist. He was arrested in the spring of 1655 for sexual misconduct. He escaped from jail and managed to resume his career—there being a shortage of accomplished trombonists in Venice at the time. Alas, he was too obscure a composer for this to be of general interest.

The composer of Der Freischütz, Carl Maria von Weber, was arrested, along with his father, on February 9, 1810. He was charged with embezzlement, participation in a draft-evasion scheme, and theft of royal silverware—the last charge, and only the last charge, was found to be unfounded. After a short confinement Weber (and his father) were banished from the Stuttgart region. So far, this material has not inspired an opera.

Hector Berlioz very nearly commited murder—not just once, but serially. After his initial infatuation with Harriet Smithson, he fell in love with a certain Camille Moke. Hector and Camille became engaged. Berlioz went alone to Rome, having finally won the Prix de Rome (on the fourth or fifth try). There was a suspicious lack of news from his fiancée. Presently, her mother informed him by post that she was now going to marry the prosperous piano maker Camille Pleyel. She was dumping Berlioz. Armed with two pistols and a chambermaid’s disguise, Berlioz left for Paris intending to kill Camille, her mother, the other Camille Pleyel, and then himself. Pausing in the city of Nice, he composed his overture to King Lear, cooled off, and returned to Rome, all murderous plans abandoned.

The one composer who did indeed commit multiple murders was Carlo Gesualdo, the Prince of Venosa, who lived from about 1561 until 1613. On October 16, 1590, he dispatched his wife Maria and her lover, the Duke of Andria. He had discovered them in a compromising situation. Because of his aristocratic station, add to which Italian sympathy for the wronged husband, no particular penalty (other than a certain notariety) came to Gesualdo—who proceeded to find another wife, Leonora d’Este, whom he married in a festive ceremony. (Did she know his history?) That marriage was equally unhappy, but less violent. But from the standpoint of operatic treatment, crime does seem to pay. Four operas that I know of have been written about Gesualdo: Alfred Schnittke’s in 1994; Franz Hummel’s in 1996; Bo Holten’s of 2003; and Luca Francesconi’s of 2004. As far as I can tell, New York has yet to experience any of these.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Richard Strauss

There are certain details about the family background of Richard Strauss that every lover of music needs to remember. His maternal grandfather, Joseph Pschorr, founded a brewery the name of which can still be seen in Germany today. This puts Strauss in a category of composers (along with Mahler, Debussy, and Smetana) whose ancestors were in the liquor business. I regret to say that musicologists have so far ignored this detail and its implications for stylistic analysis.

Old Mr Pschorr was so frugal that he went about the house in his underwear in order to keep his outer clothes from getting too worn. He also kept his coffin in the living room and would have it re-varnished from time to time. His daughter, Josepha, Richard Strauss’s mother, was subject to nervous spells (understandable as she grew up in a house with a coffin in the living room). She consulted the same doctor who attended Mad King Ludwig of Bavaria, Wagner’s great patron. The word “attended“ especially applies here. When Mad Ludwig drowned in Starnberger Lake, the doctor drowned with him.

Strauss’s father was Franz Joseph Strauss, who was the first horn of the Munich Court Orchestra for forty-two years. His first wife died of cholera; their son died of TB and the infant daughter of cholera. He lost his entire family by age 32. He met Josepha Strauss soon after but—perhaps a bit shell-shocked or gun-shy or whatever the term is--took seven years to propose to her.

Franz Strauss played his French horn in the premieres of Tristan, Die Meistersinger, Das Rheingold and Die Walküre but hated every minute of it. When Wagner’s death was announced, the other members of the Munich Court Orchestra rose in silent tribute; Franz Strauss, alone, remained firmly seated. His greatest fear was that his very talented son would grow up to like the music of Wagner. To his chagrin, this is what happened.

But not before Richard would go through a phase of Brahms adoration. Incidentally, Franz Strauss hated Brahms also. He was an Equal Opportunity hater. Playing the French horn in an orchestra for forty-two years makes you misanthropic.