Showing posts with label Hahn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hahn. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 January 2013

The Waltz IX: La Valse


All the macabre and triste waltzing of the last post might have put you in the mood for a bit of Danish light music. So it's a big "Hej" to "The Strauss of the North", Hans Christian Lumbye. Inspired by hearing old Johann Strauss, Lumbye brought the new Viennese style to Denmark and became immensely popular with Danish audiences as a result. His waltzes are marked by their melodic appeal, their energy and their orchestral colour - all qualities found in his loveable Amélie Waltz, his Memories from Vienna and his Hesperus Waltz. Lumbye's most famous piece, however, isn't a waltz. This is as good a place as any to introduce you to it though (if you don't already know it) so, ladies and gentlemen, let me present to you the Copenhagen Steam Railway Galop. This is one of the gems of light music - a depiction of the elegant crowds at a railway station, the wheezing of the train into motion, the train at full speed and its arrival at the next station to the cries of the station staff. Delightful!

Moving westwards (perhaps on a train leaving from Copenhagen), French waltz lovers had their own equivalents of Lumbye and the Strausses, most notably Émile Waldteufel (whose name, in a nice Lisztian twist, means 'Forest devil' in German!). You may never have heard of Waldteufel (which is your loss!) but you will have heard of at least one of his pieces - Les Patineurs ('The Skaters Waltz'), whose opening has more than a little of The Blue Danube about it. Yes, it's not quite in the same league as Johann Strauss II's great waltz, but The Skaters Waltz has all the charm and elegance of French ballet music. Waldteufel usually stuck to the tried-and-tested formula of introduction-waltz sequence-reprise (coda) on the if-it-ain't-broke-don't-fix-it principle. The results can be vivacious, as in Tout Paris ('All Paris'), and highly melodious, as in Très Jolie ('Very Pretty'). As a fan of Emmanuel Chabrier and his inspired, glittering orchestral showpiece España, it's fun to hear Waldteufel's transformation of it into his España Waltz. Of course, Waldteufel tames the wildness and originality at the heart of Chabrier's ingenious piece, but it's charming stuff nonetheless.

Chabrier wrote a set of three Valses Romantiques that are among the many semi-hidden delights of French piano (here two piano) music. The composer's music was adored by Debussy, Ravel, Poulenc - and most other French composers of note - and you can, I hope, hear why here. The harmonic ingenuity, the genius for melody, the glamour and elegance, the poetry - all self-recommending qualities - are found throughout this set of waltzes. The third of the pieces is widely regarded as being the most remarkable for its anticipations of composers to come. Just as irresistible is the sparkling Scherzo-Valse from his Pièces pittoresques. Gems, all of them. No survey of the waltz would be complete without them.

Chabrier, incidentally, was another of those composers who began their composing with a waltz. His Op.1 is a 'grand waltz' called Julia. (No link, sadly). Another French composer whose Op.1 was a waltz was George Bizet. His Grand Valse de Concert is a brilliant confection of the kind that often gets dismissed as 'salon music' - and a masterpiece in waltz form it certainly isn't - but it's not a bad start from a young man who was going to go on to write a work of genius like Carmen, is it? Hope that getting you to listen to it straight after hearing the mature magic of Chabrier wasn't too cruel a trick to play on poor Bizet!

Another French master of the stage, Léo Delibes, whose ballets Tchaikovsky said he would have loved to have written, wrote a well-known waltz for his comic ballet Coppélia. I've read a few slight sniffy comments from critics about Coppélia but it's a piece I've long had a very large soft spot for. It has so many good tunes and it's delectably scored. There's nothing but happiness to be had from it - and there's a bonus waltz in the almost-as-well-known Waltz of the Hours. Splendid waltzes, both of them. His other ballet Sylvia has a waltz too - and, guess what, it's a delight too!

Delibes wasn't the first Frenchman to pop a waltz or two in a ballet, unsurprisingly. Adolphe Adam's ground-breaking Giselle (the first ballet to give us the Wilis) had one by the start of the 1840s.

Famous French waltzes come from all direction in the second half of the Nineteenth Century. Another is the waltz from Faust by Charles Gounod. This has long had an independent orchestral life, but if you wish to hear in its original form, where Méphistophélès leads Faust and the villagers in a waltz - a Mephisto Waltz! - please feel free to click here.

Listen also to Jacques Offenbach's Gaîté Parisienne, as arranged by Emanuel Rosenthal (yes, it's not really a ballet by Offenbach), and you will hear some more catchy French waltzes that should fill you with feeligns of élan, joie de vivre and bonhomie. Of course, you wan't just hear waltzes. Hmm, what other dances will you hear? There's only one way for you to find out!

The country that first put the waltz in a symphony, thanks to M. Berlioz, was clearly in love with la valse but, being French, they were more than willing to put a little emotionally distance between themselves and the waltz and invest it with a certain nonchalance. Saint-Saëns actually wrote a piece called Valse nonchalante, Op. 110. The Danse Macabre showed that Saint-Saëns could caricature the waltz, and there's surely a hint of underlying irony in his exceptionally brilliant Étude en forme de valse, Op.52/6 - though the irony may be directed at exceptional brilliance itself! (The Belgian violinist-composer Eugène Ysaÿe wrote a version of the piece for violin and piano, entitled Caprice d'après l'Étude en forme de valse whic brings a Paganini-like flavour to Saint-Saëns's pianistic tour-de-force.)


'Nonchalance' isn't le mot juste to describe the Valse-caprices of Gabriel Fauré. What is? 'Urbanity' perhaps. Fauré turned out four beautiful, sparkling pieces in waltz form - the Valse-caprice No.1, Op.30Valse-caprice No.2 Op.38Valse-caprice No.3, Op.59 and Valse-caprice No.4, Op.62. None of them touch the emotional depths of his greatest piano works (the nocturnes and barcarolles especially) but they are exquisite nonetheless. Their virtuosity is feather-light. The earlier pair were favourites of Saint-Saëns and show something of the manner of his Étude en forme de valse - as well as reflecting the style and spirit of Chopin. The later pair are somewhat closer to the true spirit of Fauré, with captivating touches that lift the works well beyond the ordinary - to a place where we also find Kitty-valse from the Dolly Suite.

'Nonchalance' is certainly the word, however, to describe some of the waltzes of SatieJe te veux and Tendrement, for example, which bring us close to the world of popular music, the cabaret, the 20th Century, or the Waltz of the Mysterious Kiss in the Eye from La Belle Excentrique, which nears the indifference of tone found in those little waltzes of Stravinsky - or in Satie's own Stravinsky-like Valse du chocolat aux amandes. More conventional is the Fantaisie Valse.

Debussy's waltzes carried him from the lovely but emphatically Romantic Valse romantique of 1890 to the more more characteristic and somewhat nonchalant La plus que lente of 1910 (a piece subsequently orchestrated with the exotic addition of the gypsy cimbalom.) Both are minor pieces in the Debussy canon, but neither is to be missed by lovers of the waltz. 

The macabre, madness-afflicted waltz that we encountered in the previous post gets a French outing (in 1903) from a most unexpected source - Jules Massenet. His Valse folle has a Mephistophelian side to it, with plenty of French glitter and an almost Bartok-like bite to a few of its bars. Unlikely, you think? Well, give it a go and see what you think!

Other composers still felt the deepest affection for the waltz. One such was Reynaldo Hahn, whose Premières valses are a loving tribute to the form, seeming to feel most at home in the first half of the 19th Century. There are eleven short movements, the first bearing the Weber-inspired title Invitation A La Valse. There's also a Valse Noble (a nod to Schubert) and a tribute to Chopin ('A L'Ombre Reveuse De Chopin'), thus paying homage to many of the founding fathers of the classical waltz.  "Dear Reynaldo", wrote Proust, "your waltzes achieve the complete coincidence (in the geometric sense of the world) where all expression is stripped away, save that which you want us to savour, art or life.'

Ravel was, of course, making such a nod with his Valses nobles et sentimentales (albeit with many a 20th Century twist), as referred to it my first post on the waltz - where I also promised another piece by the composer that would have been out of place there. That piece is La Valse). The score sets the scene:
"At first the scene is dimmed by a kind of swirling mist through which one discerns, vaguely and intermittently, the waltzing couples. Little by little the vapours begin to disperse, and the illumination grows brighter, revealing an immense ballroom filled with dancers. The blaze of the chandeliers comes to full splendour. An Imperial Ball about 1855."
There are three continuous sections. The first, The Birth of the Waltz, opens to miasmic rumblings. Out of this quiet chaos emerges the rhythm of the waltz. A tune rises from the bassoon eventually reaching the strings and the oboe, with the brass stressing the rhythm with ever greater oomph. We then come to The Waltz Itself. Here the violins then the oboe give us to the big waltz tune, with the percussion flecking its process. Other instruments take the lead as the waltz passes into through various moods, from serenity to passion. The speed intensifies and the waltz begins to become harsh. Finally comes The Apotheosis of the Waltz, where the waltz is belted out in a great blaze of orchestral colour and becomes ever more hedonistic and hallucinatory, being engulfed in great swirls of sound with baying brass prominent. The violence grows ever more intense and the piece reaches a fever pitch of brutality, with fierce dissonances raging. The waltz hurtles forward nightmarishly and crescendos into wildness before collapsing fiercely. Many see La Valse as a damning indictment of the pre-World War One culture that brought about the catastrophe of that war - a world that collapsed at the end of the war, just as Ravel's Valse collapsed. La Valse is, thus, as much a history of the whole of the world of Imperial Vienna as it is of the waltz itself.

The waltz had, indeed, reached its apotheosis. There are very few significant French (classical) waltzes to come from the years after La Valse. 

Thursday, 5 January 2012

L'Hahn exquise



A far less familiar figure than Saint-Saëns is the French composer Reynaldo Hahn (1874-1947). Though Venezuelan-born, no one's music sounds quite so French as Hahn's. It's light, elegant and gives the impression of being unforced. He was a master of song, specifically the lyrical French variety known as mélodie - and it's his songs for which he's best known. There are some unforgettable ones, among which my own favourites are:

1. Si mes vers avaient des ailes (If my verses had wings). A setting of Victor Hugo by the 13 year old Reynaldo, this was an instant hit - understandably, as it has a beautiful, naturally-flowing melody for the singer and limpid writing part for the piano. A detail I particularly love - and it shows what a fine craftsman Hahn was - is the way the arpeggios in the piano part between the singer's two verses first rise by a fifth to their top note (A up to E) then unexpectedly rise by the expressive interval of a seventh (A up to G) when repeated. Such tiny things make a difference.

Mes vers fuiraient, doux et frêles,
Vers votre jardin si beau,
Si mes vers avaient des ailes,
Des ailes comme l'oiseau.

Ils voleraient, étincelles,
Vers votre foyer qui rit,
Si mes vers avaient des ailes,
Des ailes comme l'esprit.

Près de vous, purs et fidèles,
Ils accourraient, nuit et jour,
Si mes vers avaient des ailes,
Des ailes comme l'amour!

My verses would float, soft and frail, To your beautiful garden, If my verses had wings like a bird! They would fly, sparkling, To your laughing hearth, If my songs had wings like the spirit. Near to you, pure and faithful, They would rush, night and day, If my verses had wings like love!

2. A Chloris (To Chloris). This adorable song, setting the early 17th Century French poet Théophile de Viau, has a piano part which (evoking the spirit of Baroque pastoral) is pure pastiche Bach, with a walking bass (a bit like the Air on a G String) and a decorated upper line, between which slips the lovely, lyrical melody of the singer. The craftsmanship is impeccable but it's the emotional warmth of the music that makes it so special.


S'il est vrai, Chloris, que tu m'aimes,
Mais j'entends, que tu m'aimes bien,
Je ne crois point que les rois mêmes
Aient un bonheur pareil au mien.

Que la mort serait importune
De venir changer ma fortune
A la félicité des cieux!

Tout ce qu'on dit de l'ambroisie
Ne touche point ma fantaisie
Au prix des grâces de tes yeux.

If it is true, Chloris, that you love me (And I hear that you do love me), I do not believe that kings themselves Could be so happy as I. Death would be unwelcome If it came to change my fortune With the bliss of heaven! Everything they say about ambrosia Does not touch my fantasy Like the graces of your eyes.

Susan Graham (a superlative Hahn singer)
3. L'Énamourée (The enamored). Setting the Romantic poet, Théodore de Banville, this ravishing song made such an impression on me a few years ago that I keep finding myself humming the piano refrain that crowns each verse - a simple but powerfully expressive sequence packed with resolving suspended harmonies. That falling sequence must have entered my head getting on for a hundred times by now! I must have a thing about such sequences because one of its main competitors (in my head) is Mahler's rising sequence from Liebst du um schönheit (Rückert-Lieder).

Ils se disent, ma colombe,
Que tu rêves, morte encore,
Sous la pierre d'une tombe:
Mais pour l'âme qui t'adore
Tu t'éveilles ranimée,
Ô pensive bien-aimée!

Par les blanches nuits d'étoiles,
Dans la brise qui murmure,
Je caresse tes longs voiles,
Ta mouvante chevelure,
Et tes ailes demi-closes
Qui voltigent sur les roses.

Ô délices! je respire
Tes divines tresses blondes;
Ta voix pure, cette lyre,
Suit la vague sur les ondes,
Et, suave, les effleure,
Comme un cygne qui se pleure!

They say, my dove, You are dreaming, dead still, Under a tombstone: But for the soul who adores, You awaken revived, O pensive beloved! By the white nights of stars, In the breeze that whispers, I caress your long veils, Moving your hair, And your wings half-closed Which fly on roses. O delight! I breathe Your divine blond tresses; Your pure voice, that lyre, Follows the waves on the waters, And brushes them, suavely, Like a lamenting swan!


4. L'Heure exquise (The exquisite hour). Based on a poem by the great Verlaine, this is another song that shows the elegance and warmth of feeling of Hahn's art, with the piano part laying out a memorable pattern of arpeggios through which the singer's shapely line floats in rapt tranquillity, creating enchanting pools of harmony along the way. There's another wonderfully expressive rise of a seventh (from E to D sharp) on the word 'exquise'. It's a truly exquisite song.

La lune blanche 
luit dans les bois.
De chaque branche 
part une voix 
sous la ramée.
O bien aimée....

L'étang reflète,
profond miroir,
la silhouette
du saule noir
où le vent pleure.
Rêvons, c'est l'heure.

Un vaste et tendre
apaisement
semble descendre
du firmament
que l'astre irise.
C'est l'heure exquise!

The white moon glows in the woods. From each branch comes a voice beneath the tree. O my beloved .... The pond reflects, like a deep mirror, the silhouette of the black willow where the wind is crying. It's time to dream. A vast and tender peace seems to descend from the sky made radiant by the star. It is the exquisite hour!


5. D'une prison (From a prison)  Such a lovely, wistful song, this one, another setting of Paul Verlaine. The bell-like chords  from the piano at the very start of the song create an atmosphere of magical serenity for the opening lines, set to another of Hahn's shapely, lyrical melodies.

Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit,
 Si bleu, si calme!
Un arbre, par-dessus le toit,
 Berce sa palme.

La cloche, dans le ciel qu'on voit,
 Doucement tinte.
Un oiseau sur l'arbre qu'on voit
 Chante sa plainte.

Mon Dieu, mon Dieu! la vie est là,
 Simple et tranquille.
Cette paisible rumeur-là
 Vient de la ville.

Qu'as-tu fait, ô toi que voilà
 Pleurant sans cesse,
Dis, qu'as-tu fait, toi que voilà,
 De ta jeunesse?

The sky is, above the roof,  So blue, so calm! A tree, above the roof Cradles his palm. The bell, in the sky we see, Gently tinkles. A bird, on the tree we see, Sings a plaintive song. My God, my God! life is there, Simple and easy. This peaceful rumour then Comes from the town. What have you done, O you who are Crying constantly, Say, what have you done, tell me, with your youth?


I admit I am cherry picking some of the composer's very finest songs here, but what cherries!