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| March 27 2015 |
Slide soft you silver floods
And ev'ry Spring
Within these shady woods;
Let no bird sing,
Slide soft you silver floods
And ev'ry Spring
Within these shady woods;
Let no bird sing,
But from this grove a turtle dove
Be seen to couple with his love:
But silence on each dale and mountain dwell,
Whilst that I weeping bid my love farewell.
You nymphs of Thetis' train,
You mermaids fair
That on these shores do plane
Your seagreen hair,
As you in trammels knit your locks
Weep ye, and force the craggy rocks
In heavy murmurs through broad shores tell
How that I weeping bid my love farewell.
Henry Lawes - 1595-1662
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| English Cavaliers - Left the American Jeffrey Thompson & right the Frenchman Bertrand Cuiller |
Sometime in 1962 I heard Jazz Samba with Stan Getz and
Charlie Byrd.
Sometime in the 1980s I played a new cassette tape
featuring Pablo Casals directing a super quick interpretation of Bach’s Second
Brandenburg Concerto.
On November 28, 2008 I heard Olivier Messiaen’s A Quartet for the End of Time.
In 1964 in Buenos Aires I was offered a taste of marvelous peach
yoghurt.
Tonight I heard an Early Music Vancouver presentation of
Songs of an English Cavalier with the
French group La Rêveuse featuring American tenor Jeffrey Thompson at the
Orpheum Annex.
All of the above are first times. First times (that first love and many more firsts) by definition happen only once and if the experience is a pleasant one they can only be topped with new ones.
One who would disagree is La Rêveuse harpsichordist, Bertrand Cuiller who has played versions of tonight’s concert many times. He told me that he never gets bored and every time is almost a first time as he discovers new insights that he might have overlooked in previous concerts.
I am not too sure of this but since I am not a musician I will believe him. I can assert that as a photographer who has taken thousands of photographs, every time I point my camera on a human subject I experience a thrill that almost matches a first time.
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| Bertrand Cuiller, Florence Bolton, Benjamin Perrot & Jeffrey Thompson |
The concert opened with a grand, everybody-on-stage pre-concert talk moderated by Early Music Vancouver Artistic Director MatthewWhite.
Since White is an extremely reputable counter tenor he knows about singers and singing. He can identify with other baroque singers and can ask the right questions or interject with smart stuff.
As I heard this active panel (a super excited Jeffret Thompson) and the more staid Frenchies I thought of Jesuit Pierre Teilhard deChardin’s Phenomenon of Man which I read sometime in 1964 in Buenos Aires. In it Chardin explains how Darwin’s evolution works in a special way. He says that you must picture a dense wall with a small round hole. At the hole you throw a small ball. The chances that the ball will go through it are slim. But if you have a bagful of balls and you throw them all at once a few will get through. Evolutionary progress works in that manner.
In my years in Vancouver I have noticed a steady slide of excellence into mediocrity. You rarely get large examples of passion and virtuosic performance. And when it happens few will be aware as our media has retracted to near oblivion.
I have noticed how Early Music Vancouver, Turning PointEnsemble, the VSO under Branwell Tovey, the Pacific Baroque Orchestra under Alexander Weimann have changed my ill perception of my city’s cultural affairs. Four men, Matthew White, Turning Point’s Owen Underhill, Alexander Weimann and Bramwell Tovey have all thrown lots of balls on that evolutionary hole of excellence.
What has transpired is an anting up of quality and
performance. We are getting the best performers from around the world and local
musicians, some very good ones are following suit.
In short the musical standards in our city have notched up
because these men (and the women who perform in these orchestras) demand
perfection.
Last night’s Songs of an English Cavalier was a night that amply proved my suspicions. And before I forget I must add people like Emily Molnar at Ballet BC and Arty Gordon at the Arts Umbrella Dance Company and our theatrical directors like Bill Millerd at the Arts Club Theatre Company and Christopher Gaze at Bard on the Beach who are doing the same anting up at dance and theatre.
Jeffrey Thompson sang like nobody I have ever heard before. He was theatrical, he was lyrical, and he gestured with passion and even shouted some of the lines while his smiles and laughs became contagious. Watching the three French musicians, the elegant harpsichordist, the quietly passionate viola da gambist and the theorboist playing all those favourite grounds (while Thomson rested for his next song (when he sang on his bench it was romantic or sad. When he stood up there were fireworks in the performance).
The panel told us that the English composers (mostly Henry Lawes, 1595 -1662) were at a crossroad between the polyphonic Renaissance period and the monophonic Baroque. Just like other crossroad (transitional) composers like Haydn and Mozart (neither Baroque nor Classical) can be boring if performed in some standard manner, many think that Hawes and company in the same vein. “Not so,” say Mathew White and Jeffrey Thompson. With attitude and passion Hawes and Haydn are exciting and fresh today as when their music was first performed.
To me it is ironical that here we had a concert of rare (to
a Vancouver audience) English music played so well by a French group and sung
by Rochester-born American Thompson. Part of the irony was explained by
Benjamin Perrot who mentioned that the fortunes of lutes and lutenists had
suffered a decline in the 17th century in England until it all
changed with the arrival of French lutenist Jacques Gaultier to England in
1617. The lute and lute playing became a new craze.
I must point out that rarely can you hear the sounds (the beautiful sounds) of a theorbo (a very big lute) as it is usually drowned out by violins and cellos. But with Cuiller’s laid back harpsichord and Florence Bolton’s viola da gamba (and that special small treble viola da gamba) this was a real trio and treat to my ears, especially so since I was up front next to the stage.
This first time will have a close second time. As I drive on Sunday morning on my way to photograph virtuoso baroque violinist Monica Huggett in Portland I will be listening to the dynamic quartet's music on my car radio. This second time will be helped by the images of the four as they performed last night. The music will provide me with fine memories. But as John Irving wrote in The World According to Garp, "Imagination is better than memory."
That Frenchman from Calvados, Bertrand Cuiller would smile and agree.
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| the viola da gamba |
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| The theorbo |
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| The treble viola da gamba |
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| the treble viola da gamba |
