{"id":15211,"date":"2014-01-06T04:19:41","date_gmt":"2014-01-06T08:19:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.musicalamerica.com\/mablogs\/?p=15211"},"modified":"2014-03-15T12:41:10","modified_gmt":"2014-03-15T16:41:10","slug":"downton-abby-and-elgar-5o-shades-of-vaughan-williams-and-yes-benjamin-britten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.musicalamerica.com\/mablogs\/?p=15211","title":{"rendered":"DOWNTON ABBEY AND ELGAR, 5O SHADES OF VAUGHAN WILLIAMS AND YES, BENJAMIN BRITTEN!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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BY Albert Innaurato<\/p>\n

In John Elliot Gardiner’s\u00a0Bach — Music in the Castle of<\/em>\u00a0Heaven<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0<\/em>there are\u00a0some penetrating remarks about Henry Purcell. Ralph Vaughan Williams is buried right next to Purcell in Westminster Abby. Vaughan Williams and Sir Edward Elgar had ended the idea that Purcell was the final great English composer. And then, Benjamin Britten had donned the armor and waded into the cliche that England was “the land without music”.<\/p>\n

At Downton<\/em> Abbey\u00a0<\/em>they would have had some Elgar 78’s, perhaps. And in 50 Shades of Gray,\u00a0<\/em>the BDSM fantasy,\u00a0mention is made of Thomas Tallis, a name connected with RVW. And goodness knows what Benjamin Britten might be connected with — some version of Larry Kramer’s play called The Abnormal Heart<\/em>? But away from soaps and saddles,\u00a0I realized it had been a long time since I had thought about Teddie (as Elgar liked his few intimates to call him) and RVW, and that 2013 had been the fiftieth anniversary of Ben’s death. My far less tactful self had written about the biographies and documentaries “investigating” Ben at<\/p>\n

Benjamin Britten: THE\u00a0BITTER WITHY\u00a0– mrs john claggart’s sad life<\/a><\/p>\n

but that’s because I love Britten despite the inevitable\u00a0re-evaluation<\/strong> going on. Although not free of degrees of homophobia and horror (Ben was a pederast, probably not sexually active), some of it makes sense. I too am sorry Ben wrote so many operas. Yes, it was brave that he and the tenor, Peter Pears, lived as a couple, fairly openly, when all<\/strong> homosexual acts between men were criminal in England. Those who lament Ben’s vocal works when early masterpieces such as Variations on a Theme by Frank Bridge<\/em> and the Berg besotted but powerful\u00a0Sinfonia da Requiem<\/em>, and the later, magnificent Cello Symphony<\/em> and Third Quartet<\/em> all demonstrate a heart stopping power might at least have a point worth arguing. However, the more radical assertion that the phenomenally productive Britten was “written out” after Peter Grimes<\/em>\u00a0in 1945 is ridiculous.<\/p>\n

But I realized that I had never been interested in Elgar and knew only a little about him and Vaughan Williams. I read the compendious\u00a0Edward Elgar: A creative Life <\/em>by Jerrold Northrop Moore, the interesting Edward Elgar and his World <\/em>by Byron Adams\u00a0and Michael Kennedy’s responsible\u00a0The Life of Elgar.\u00a0<\/em>I also looked at scores, thanks to the Great Central Library of Philadelphia and listened to what looked interesting.<\/p>\n

There are many prominent worshipers of Elgar. but I must confess to thinking his life was more interesting than his music. I am unable to embrace the many religious choral works, though it’s true that Elgar is far more imaginative than his rivals, \u00a0with remarkable textures and some risk taking (a shofar is blown at the start of the Dawn\u00a0<\/strong>section of\u00a0The Apostles<\/em> and his use of tam-tam and other percussion to support it has remarkable atmosphere.) He also had a significant melodic gift and considerable theatrical flair.\u00a0Britten recorded a perceptive, decidedly unsentimental\u00a0Dream of Gerontius,<\/em>\u00a0Elgar’s masterpiece in this line. I wanted to stop the music long before the (lovely) end.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

But surely The Enigma Variations<\/em>, the\u00a0Pomp and Circumstance<\/em> Marches, and for many people the\u00a0First Symphony <\/em>are\u00a0imposing?\u00a0Elgar was primarily a melodist and a very gifted one; that’s not a problem in short pieces, but symphonic work needs an intellectual and harmonic construct that is clinching beyond whatever themes a composer spins.<\/p>\n

Before going into more of Elgar’s music there is his life. Anyone who knows something about it has seen those formidable pictures of him that personify Empire<\/strong>.<\/div>\n
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But they are all posed, every single one. Elgar was one of the first composers to deliberately manufacture a look as a publicity ploy. He wanted to personify the aristocratic Edwardian. There are almost no candid pictures. He even arranged his deathbed photograph, “playing dead”, so he would look exactly as he wished when he actually died a few days later.<\/div>\n
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Yet, his background was poor and Catholic. He never had a composition lesson, learning what he could from books and from studying the scores he could borrow. Elgar, of course, had first imitated those composers he admired then tried to find his own voice. I’ll never forget Leonard Bernstein sitting at the piano and deconstructing\u00a0The Enigma Variations<\/em>. He’d just had a bad experience recording them\u00a0with the BBC Symphony, and he showed how nearly every single notable turn was “borrowed” with small modifications from familiar Nineteenth century compositions.\u00a0Luckily Teddie’s father was musical and taught him violin and piano. \u00a0One of Elgar’s early jobs was playing in a madhouse! Eventually, he took on other musical odd jobs, earning too little to have a future.<\/div>\n
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One day, the heiress, Alice Roberts came to him for piano lessons. She was a poet, plain, and eight years older. Eventually, they married; she was disinherited. But she had money of her own and took Elgar to London where she used her formidable will and family connections to set him up as a composer. She was rather like Richard Strauss’ wife: she made her husband work. He was lazy, had an eye for the ladies, but worse, was subject to paralyzing depressions and talked often of suicide. Though she was able to keep them afloat financially, they needed whatever royalties Teddie could earn and he needed her unshakable belief that he was a genius destined for acclaim.<\/div>\n
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But space has run out — clear out the dining room you nutty but personable downstairs staff — and get the unguents and bandages ye much bespanked of 50 Shades<\/em>. We will continue…<\/div>\n