Day 112
22 April 2017:
Villa-Lobos – Symphony No.3, 'War' (1919)
The Brazilian composer
Heitor Villa-Lobos is probably best-known for his Bachianas Brasileiras, a number of suites written in the style of
JS Bach. For me, as a guitarist, it is the works he wrote for that instrument
that I got to know first. His Five
Preludes and Twelve Studies are
all pieces I've had a stab at playing even though, for the most part, they
remain tantalisingly beyond my capabilities. The twelve symphonies he wrote are
not well known unfortunately, certainly not outside of Brazil.
This work was the
first of an intended trilogy of symphonies written to celebrate the end of
World War I. At this point I will confess that I was previously unaware of
Brazil's involvement in the conflict (on the Allies' side, in response to the
sinking of a number of merchant ships in the Atlantic). In the end, only two of
the symphonies are known to have been written. This was followed by his fourth
symphony, entitled 'Victory', but the fifth, provisionally entitled 'Peace' is
either lost or was never actually composed. When this work was first performed
it comprised only three movements, with the profound third movement being added
many years later, possibly as late as 1955. Given that this movement is almost
as long as the other three combined it changed the nature of the work as a
whole entirely. Villa-Lobos's tradmark use of ostinati gives this symphony a unity that would otherwise be
missing from its thematically incoherent structure. The audacious finale which
has the Brazilian and French national anthems playing simultaneously is
something Charles Ives would have been proud of. It's a very interesting piece,
but not a great one.
Day 113
23 April 2017: Mahler
– Symphony No. 4 (1900)
I would find the
prospect of choosing just one of Gustav Mahler's symphonies too difficult to
call, as, with maybe only a couple of exceptions, I could make a case for any
of them. This would have a stronger claim than most though, as I remember
listening to it a lot when I first bought a copy in the mid-eighties. It's just
about the most 'instant' of Mahler's symphonies, with tunes that could almost
be called 'catchy' at every turn. It's relatively short, at around 55 minutes,
and uses a more or less standard orchestra, meaning it's one of the frequently
performed of his works.
The symphony is based
on one of Mahler's own songs, Das
himmlische Leben, which is set, mostly unchanged, for solo soprano as the
final movement, but also provides the basis for the thematic material of the
earlier movements. The slow movement is one of Mahler's most beautiful, and its
theme and variations form draws parallels with Beethoven's ninth. Towards the
end of the movement though, comes one of Mahler's most inspired passages. Just
as the movement appears to be fading away to nothing, the string section
signals an orchestral tutti with prominent brass and mighty timpani strikes. It
is the child's vision of heaven, described in song in the last movement. A
magical moment in a symphony that is an absolute joy from start to finish.
Day 114
24 April 2017: Pärt –
Symphony No.3 (1971)
Rather like Górecki,
who I featured a few days ago, Arvo Pärt had something of a road to Damascus
moment in his compositional life. Both began their careers as modernists,
exploring serialism and every avant garde technique that was in vogue in the
middle of the last century. They both then abandoned this in favour of what is
occasionally referred to as Holy Minimalism, which was obviously more palatable
and brought them popularity with a much wider audience.
Pärt's crisis point
came in the late-sixties when he found that he nothing left to say and felt
unable to compose at all. Seeking inspiration for his third symphony, he
decided to immerse himself in early music and Gregorian chant. Having stumbled
on this new means of expression, Pärt then wrote no music for six years while
he developed his tintinnabuli system
(more of that when I come to his fourth symphony later in the year). This work
then represents the exact transition point between the two styles, and part of
me wishes he'd written more music at this time rather than embark on his long
silence. When he was merely incorporating early music sensibilities into his
earlier approach to composition, the end results were far more interesting than
the mostly dull music he then went on to write. As a consequence, I find this
rare transitional work one of the most satisfying of his orchestral output.