Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Beethoven's Choral Symphony

Is Beethoven’s Choral Symphony the greatest piece of music ever written? It’s there or thereabouts as far as I’m concerned, and it’s been that way now for many decades. A towering piece of invention with an overarching structure, a staggering opening, a beautiful slow section and a final movement which changed music for ever. Immense power combined with great warmth and humanity, it always leaves me speechless.

I’ve heard it a few times during my lifetime, not too often I have to say. This is NOT background music to be played on an iPod as you jog around the local park. It demands and deserves your full and undivided attention. The best performance I ever heard was at the end of the Beethoven Cycle which Simon Rattle gave as his last concerts with the City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra, in around 1995. It made such an impact on me, I can still hear it today.

The LSO taking the applause.
(There's definitely something going on
between the Piccolo and the Horn Player!)

In my life, a fair amount of water has flowed under a reasonable number of bridges since that performance, and tonight was the first performance of the 9th I’ve been to since that night. A few days ago, I trooped off to Symphony Hall to hear it performed once more, this time performed by the London Symphony Orchestra conducted by Sir John Eliot Gardiner.

Sir John is at the vanguard of the revival of early music, and its playing on instruments of the time. His performances are often described as “blowing the cobwebs” off the music, with consistently faster tempi than those perhaps we (certainly I)have become accustomed to experience over my lifetime.

The curse of music – the record, CD or LP – comes into play here. Ever since I became addicted to music I have bought recordings to play when ever I wanted. The inevitable downside of this is that it is all too easy to imprint a “standard” recording - one which becomes the definitive performance - into one’s brain. So, when someone comes along with a different way of performing it, you have to approach it with an open mind, something which is often not easy since you may have heard your “standard” performance hundreds of times. Anyway, I flung the doors of my mind open as far as possible and hinged them back as I set off for Symphony Hall.

There’s almost a classic programme which is played when the Choral Symphony is performed. Beethoven’s 1st Symphony is often used as the first part of the programme. Written about 20 years apart, the two works document and demonstrate the vast distance Beethoven moved the whole of music over his life time. His First Symphony is a homage to Haydn and Mozart, and his last, two decades on, sits literally in another world. This comparison shows the power, the vision and the importance of the man, and why to me he is simply the Greatest Artist the world has ever known.

The 1st Symphony suited Sir John’s style perfectly. It was lively but with a great degree of power and muscle, and it showed up the LSO’s virtuosity quite superbly. His conducting places significant demands on the orchestral players, but they handled it with great panache. I can’t recall hearing it played any better than this.

Now the Choral Symphony is a beast of very different shape and dimensions, literally music from another age. The LSO’s forces were not massive, as Sir John’s approach was for precision, accuracy and fleet of footedness rather than the huge orchestras I have been used to. He positioned the violins all across the front of the soundstage, and sited the deeper Strings on the left rather than the right. The Monteverdi choir numbered “only” about 40 strong, which was about 25% of the size of the forces under Rattle’s baton 15 years ago. For reasons I for one couldn’t understand, the four soloists sat on chairs on the far left of the orchestra, almost as if they were on the Naughty Step for musical misdemeanours unknown to the audience. Surely, they were not going to perform their roles, which are central to the last movement, from the wings? Intriguing.

There were a lot of extremely good things about the performance, but, sadly, I was not won over. Maybe it’s my inbuilt “Ludditeness”, I don’t know, but it all seemed a bit of a rush. The LSO’s playing was terrific, giving the aura of a powerful car under the conductor’s baton, which responded instantly to his every demand. A special mention is in order here for two of the players. Firstly the percussionist who I thought had a fantastic touch and a great technique. Secondly the Piccolo player, a lady who sat on the stage unmoved for almost all of the performance like an admiring groupie for the woodwind player next door. When her time came, she stood up and her little set of pipes soared way above the rest of the orchestra – she played it extremely well.

I enjoyed the precision and beauty of the playing, but to me, this is music which needs space to breathe. The slow movement wasn’t that slow. It is a piece of serenity to me in the midst of some of the most tempestuous music you can find, and here it seemed to lack that air of stillness I want from it. I’m sure Sir John, who is 3 years older than I am, would look over his glasses, muttering something about “fuddy-duddy”, but it didn’t work for me.

The last movement took on the air of a man who had glanced at his watch and had realised that if they got a bit of a Wiggle on, they could just about make it onto the earlier train home. It rocketed off at a hell of a rate, and when the soloists each walked onto the centre of the stage, mid performance (very distracting I have to say), I felt they were hanging onto the conductor by his coat-tails. They then, as their individual contribution was over, trooped off to their seats in the wings. All too “Brian Rix” farce for me, and quite unnecessary and theatrical. It took something away rather than adding to the performance.

The whole performance was all very virtuosic, but in its tumultuous surge, to me it lost the essential importance, size and impact of the composer’s message. This is after all one of the greatest and most powerful moments in all music, and the speed it was played, whilst giving a real sense of forward motion, seemed to me to leave the essence of the music behind in the rush. Perhaps it was just me, but Sad.

So there you go. The whole place rose as one to applaud the evening, as I did. You couldn’t fault the energy, the precision or the passion of the playing. I just wanted a bit more grandeur and space.


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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Santa - MPRP (Mince Pie Replacement Programme)

As part of the author's household's Continuous Improvement food diversification and development programme, a decision has been made that Santa's unremitting annual diet of Mince Pies and Sweet Sherry needs significant overhaul and modification. A full strategic review concluded that he must endure an almost unremitting boredom of around a billion separate mince pies in an evening each Christmas Eve, as well as explaining precisely why this makes him the size he is.

My daughter is the Head of Development for the new Santa "Taste Sensation" project and I have taken on the vital role of Chief Testing Guinea Pig as the development programme moves forward.  The project has been under-way for a couple of days now, and the first batch of development prototypes have emerged from the Experimental Workshop's finishing oven. The picture below shows one of the prototypes in its current early stage of proof testing.

Sneak picture of the first development Florentine
It is a Nut free (we have inside knowledge that Santa is not too partial to nuts), Stem Ginger, Sour Cherry and Mixed Peel Florentine on a base of Dark Melted Chocolate. The exact number of early prototypes is classified, but rumours are circulating that a number in excess of 12 are currently in existence. These rumours are difficult to corroborate as subsequent rumours appearing no more than an hour later offer conflicting evidence that the whole batch is no longer in existence.

Details of the early tests results are, of course, highly secret, but a Likileaks report indicates that the taste is sensational. The bite of the sour cherries and the warm buzz of the Stem Ginger mingle together extremely well. The tiny espresso mug, again produced by my daughter, is smaller than 2" in height and gives some scale to the Florentine, as well as holding a perfect accompaniment to it. 

It is expected that very few design and development changes will be needed before Production Volume Approval is given, although a modified design with a larger surface area, capable of holding a significantly increased payload of glace fruit is rumoured to be under consideration. Stress and Cost calculations for this upgrade are underway with a detailed Cost/Benefit Analysis expected shortly. Decisions on the final size and resultant calorie content of the first production version will be made during today, and commitment to volume production is expected very soon, allowing quantity production to be well on stream by December 24th. Inventory channels are being filled and supply chain optimisation for Class A ingredients on a Just in Time/Lean Sourcing basis is almost complete. A local launch programme involving intense house based marketing is thought to be in final development.

Leaks obtained from Secret Plans seen by the author suggest that the first of the fully productionised Florentines will be made available on the night of Christmas Eve as Santa makes his annual visit to Shropshire. These leaks also indicate that the Sweet Sherry accompaniment of previous years will also be phased out and replaced by a small glass of locally sourced Marmalade Vodka.

It is anticipated that this major food development programme will make improve Santa's HQ (Happiness Quotient) by up to 87%, and any idea of him just taking a nibble out of the pie and a sip out of the glass, as was usual in previous years, will become a thing of the past. Evidence of both licking of the plate, and fingers being wiped round the inside of the glass are fully expected as a result of this major product Upgrade. 

A short Situation Report on the early Performance of the Christmas Eve launch may be available soon after Christmas, as well as any proposals for subsequent wider Market roll-out. 

Please note that this information is embargoed until 23.59pm 24th December.

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Friday, November 25, 2011

Mayday, Mayday ......

The rope was not being very helpful ....A local boat comes to the rescueDown and Down we goThe Cavalry appearsWorking out what to doThe Heavy Mob arrives
I think it's a Goner ......The Recovery startsThe Rubber necks appear - including me!Securing the ropeHere we go again .....He's still at it .....
Flotsam and JetsamOne last pullFinal Resting Place

MayDay, MayDay ......, a set on Flickr.

On holiday in Devon, near Salcombe. The house we were renting was literally 10 yards from the sea, and one Saturday afternoon, the gentle rustling of the waves was interrupted by a siren. Looking out of the window, we could see a largish boat wallowing in the sea about 5 yards form the shore.

It gradually sank into the water, and very soon, the local Coastguard vehicle and lifeboat appeared, as well as a sizeable posse of local people, all hell bent on sorting it out. Over the next couple of hours, as much of the boat's contents as possible were recovered, but it all got in a fair old pickle in the water. At the same time, the local youths set about getting a very thick rope around the hull to allow a JCB brought onto the beach by a local fellow to haul the sunken vessel up the steep slope onto the beach.

This took a fair length of time, because the rope did not want to stay in place, but with a good deal of determination, they finally managed it.

Meanwhile the poor souls who owned the boat were looking at all this going on with a bit of a shell shocked attitude, as what started out as a gentle potter around the South Devon Coast turned into a fair old nightmare for them.

It turned out that the boat's prop-shaft seal had gone and that had started to let considerable quantities of water into the rear of the boat. When the owner realised what had happened, he rammed the throttle wide open and tried to run it onto the beach before it sank, failing by about 5 yards.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Lowry Theatre, Salford Quays

Level 2Going UpBilly No-MatesWhat shall we come to see next?

Lowry Theatre, Salford Quays, a set on Flickr.
The Lowry Theatre last night – inside and out.

I went to Salford Quays for the first time yesterday, and was mightily impressed. It’s a really modern transformation of a big city, and it hums with life on a Saturday night. That’s another one on the list to return to with my proper camera to record my photographic impressions of it all.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Man's Best Friends .....

They all love the waterMilly having a "mad" in the late evening light at FelbriggeThe "Eye" has itHolly running away from a wave - Westwood HoA very young MillyMilly discovering the lavender hedge
Milly as a puppy with a pile of grassUndivided attentionTwo heads are better than one -Milly on the scent trailMilly rushing around on Lyth Hill on a late winter eveningMilly with a stick
It takes two - sharing a stick at AttinghamMilly on the scent at AttinghamMilly fooling around at West RuntonChasing a stick at AttinghamPoppy playing in the sea at West RuntonWe're not dogs - we're seals!
Milly on the top of a ridge on Wenlock EdgeMilly tearing around on the sands at West RuntonWinter walk through the avenue at FelbriggeMilly and Holly on the white rocks of West Runton beachMilly at West Runton beachPushing our way through the crowds on Holkham Beach

Man's Best Friends ....., a set on Flickr.

A few pictures of our dogs. These were taken in Norfolk, Shropshire and the odd one in Devon. As you can see, water seems to play rather a large part in them. The beach is their idea of paradise!

Inspired by a friend of my wife's, whose canine pictures are really, really excellent. Thanks Jan!