22 December 1808


Public events sometimes exceed the real time shared experience to take on in retrospect a certain transcendent quality. As the event subsequently becomes elevated to an iconic cultural status, the number of people who actually were “there” and their memories of it, are exceeded by the ever larger group of people who over time tie the event so fundamentally to their life experience that they also become convinced they also were “there”.  In our own life timelines, there are famous examples.  “Woodstock” defined the sixties generation.  The “Ice Bowl” mythologized the transcendence of a game into the very definition of Sport. The USA – USSR Olympic hockey upset almost overnight  reversed the defeatist psyche of a world power and inexorably exposed the other from a veneer of irresistible force to one leading to eventual collapse.  Events can define an era and announce a significant reordering of the traditional world into exciting, uncharted waters.  December 22,1808 was such a night in Vienna of the Holy Roman Empire.  The most amazing thing is almost anyone who was there to observe the kindling of a revolution had little idea that was exactly what just happened.

Ludwig Von Beethoven was born in Bonn, Germany in 1770 and for the first twenty years of his life gave little indication the massive talent that was to emerge.  He showed sufficient musical ability to overcome the relatively mediocre instruction he received initially from family and instructors, soon  to be”discovered” and gain notoriety  from local regents due to his growing performance ability on the clavichord. He was supported to go to Vienna to perform and develop, the city standing then as the capital of music with Mozart and Haydn.  He had superficial interactions with Mozart, but somewhat more intense “mentoring” from Haydn, who found him obstinate and difficult and assumed he would not have the discipline to take advantage his talents even Haydn could clearly appreciate present in the young man.

Neither Haydn or Mozart, nor any sovereign in Europe, could comprehend the power of Aufklarung, or Enlightenment, changing the relationship of the growing population of educated people and their leaders.  The first matches went off in America, but the ultimate explosion was the overthrow of the oblige estates of France and the entry of a revolutionary governance.  Beethoven was at the periphery but felt the rush of energy. He began to perform music with individuality and edge, and was more than aggressive in making sure no one took advantage of his increasing command of composition.  At the time, composers had severe limitations in making a living and protecting their intellectual property.  The incomes were often at the whim of benefactors, and performances, outside of some operatic theaters, were usually in salons of the wealthy.  The idea of artist copyright and intellectual property was foreign to the 19th century at the time of Beethoven’s ascendance.  Once the creation ended in the hands of a publisher, control over further publishing, or by whom, including preventing “adjustments” to scores,  were gone for good.  Attaching a public premiere of works orienting to their publishing was, in Beethoven’s mind, a level of control that would confirm unique capabilities, secure some much needed independent income, and forever put his stamp on how the music would be appreciated or compared to others.  By arranging an ‘Akademie’ or public performance of his works alone, performed by him and conducted by him, there would be no doubt who was responsible for his genius and vision.  The event was scheduled for December 22, 1808, at the Theater and Der Wien in Vienna,  and Beethoven  looked to change the very dynamic of a composer from one who entertains, to one who transcends time and culture.

A veritable revolution in music had been proclaimed with  Beethoven’s massive Third Symphony,  first performed in 1804.  Standing the music world on its head with the size of the orchestra, the length of the piece, and the complexity of the structure, Beethoven further devised  the concept of theme foundationally securing the entire piece.  Avoiding both the entertaining and the sacred classically used to safely appeal to the royal elite, the Third thundered forward on the heroic  of the individual.  Individuality and power attained from ones own capacities was a revolutionary and dangerous prospect to the world order.  Initially, Beethoven dedicated the symphony to “Bonaparte”, as he saw the initial triumphs of Napoleon representing the heroic zenith of the Enlightenment ideal, only to become disenchanted as Napoleon became a driver of conquest and dominance and declared himself Emperor.  He renamed the symphony “Eroica” to preserve the revolutionary status, while not glorifying the darker reality.  What the Eroica Symphony did more than anything else was close the door on the Classical Era in music and herald the birth of the Romantic.

Many composers have achieved greatness only to forever frustratingly attempt and fail to reproduce the magical uniqueness of the vision.  Beethoven’s so called middle period of composition rewrote the book on musical genius.  In the crowded years of the first decade of the nineteenth century, Beethoven’s prodigious creativity simply put out the mark that every OTHER composer to follow him would try to live up to.  The Akademie performance on December 22, 1808, presented, among other pieces,  the world premiere of Beethoven’s Fourth Piano Concerto, his Fifth and Sixth Symphonies and his Choral Fantasy, each a conceptual masterpiece that cemented Beethoven as the elite musical genius for all to compare.  Two hundred and fourteen years later, the first three make or break any professional orchestra’s reputation and concert season.  The fourth led eventually to th highest calling of symphonic expression, the Ninth Symphony and its Ode to Joy.

Typical for the times, neither the rapidly assembled orchestra for the Akademie performance nor its fiery and unforgiving, as well as progressively deaf, composer had any time or financial support for any serious review and rehearsal prior to performance.  The  night of the performance proved as confusing for the audience as well as the orchestra, as Beethoven himself drifted, jumped  and bellowed in an effort to direct the performers through revolutionary music he could only hear in his head, and the performers could barely see on hastily scratched out scores barely illuminated in a dimly lit and unheated hall.  Four and a half hours of complex, revolutionary musical creation took a back seat to confusion and downright audience exhaustion.  Most reviews were derogatory.  A few, however, recognized that what they had just witnessed could never be absorbed in one sitting, and the immensity of the achievements would declare itself over time.

The immensity of the achievements have declared themselves over time.  Particularly the core three pieces changed music forever and will never grow old or fail to inspire.

The Fifth Symphony stands alone as the singular musical expression of classical music. The use of a motif, three short notes, followed by a longer note, “dadada daaah”, weaved brilliantly through four distinct movements, forever removed the need for a composition to express a creation upon a melody. Baser, human emotions and primordial forces, married by rhythm, propulse throughout and led future musicologists to define what Beethoven was expressing was “Fate, knocking on the Door”.  It is unlikely that Beethoven himself felt the dot dot dot dash of the motif to be any specific realized expression of “Fate”, but he was clearly defining Struggle, Man’s inevitable battle, and eventual triumph, the core of his desire to reconcile the enlightened intellect and the forbidding romantic concept of the dark Unknowable.

The Fourth Piano Concerto may not be as accessible as the Fifth, but remains my favorite for its revolutionary character. There was little hint in Beethoven’s first three piano concertos that he was going to swerve so dramatically from the classical concerto relationship of the performer and the orchestra.  Gone is the orchestra declaring the theme and the performer echoing and accompanying with synchronicity the alliance.  Beethoven’s Fourth starts instead with the soloist individually projecting a tentative, dignified theme only to have the orchestra enter in another key and unrelated response.  The two then joust through the first movement in unbalanced conversation reaching only at the very end a brief melodic  truce. The second movement in five short minutes abandons all hope for unity.  The soloist searches for dignity with greater and greater desperation, constantly interrupted by unfeeling orchestral demand for breaking of individuality, and imposed subservience.  The clash grows until the soloist is left in a brief cadenza some of the most desperate, dissonant tones ever evoked prior to the twentieth century move away from tonality, and the listener is emptied and utterly exhausted – until Beethoven releases the suicidal tension and forgives, in the light Rondo conclusion.  Some are disappointed in the conclusion , but Beethoven knew the emotion could not go lower without breaking the listener’s spirit forever, he had to turn away from the abyss.  Expressed in the second movement, there may not be five greater minutes in music.

The Sixth Symphony was as far from the Fifth as one composer could possibly be while fulfilling the revolutionary whole.  The Sixth, designed purposefully as an “impression” rather than a reproduction of a pastoral experience forecasted the massive nineteenth century conversion to the musical creation of imagery as tone poem.  Scenery, brooks, sounds, and storms are not so much imitated as evoked.  Beauty and nature as an experience is created with sound in a fashion that Bizet would attempt to emulate and Debussy would go beyond, but neither would exceed.  As much as the Fifth would remove melodic constraint, the Sixth  would inject musical color, and compositional rules were stretched and reoriented in such a fashion that the future composers feared challenging at the the risk of forever falling short.

The final piece, the Choral Fantasy, was hastily put together but was no less influential.  Beethoven began to imagine the synthesis of composer, soloist, orchestra, and chorus into something greater than the coalescence  and summation of its parts.  The creative skeleton of olympian Ninth is there in its construct, and the eventual expressions of Wagner in leitmotif and “Gesamkunstwerk” or the total work of art.  Beethoven knew what he was creating, but found the greater motif in the Ode to Joy to realize his vision 15 years later.

The three works, married to the vision of the fourth, performed in one sitting, left everyone else behind for good.  Beethoven, in the shadow locally of Mozart and Haydn, was now the singular talent to which all other creative intellects would struggle to overcome.  Sitting in Vienna, in the shadows of Beethoven’s immense accomplishment, left Franz Schubert to maintain his orchestral works in dresser drawers to avoid side to side comparison, leaving those magnificent creations to remain hidden until a later generation brought them to light. Composers subsequent to Beethoven feared ever putting forth a Ninth Symphony, to prevent their work defining composition being seen as a pale imitation.

Thankfully, Beethoven was never afraid of his own massive shadow, and continued to reach farther and farther out to the bounds of musical expression, despite becoming completely deaf and experiencing horrendous health challenges.

On the night of December 22, 1808, Beethoven put down his marker as one of humanity’s greatest creators, and each of those singular creations forever refresh our spirit and enrich us all.

The Last of the Great Tonal Masters

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At the turn of the twentieth century, hundreds of years of tonal expression and its link to cultural identity were about to be swept away by a musical revolution tied to global modernity.  Rejection of classical music structure seemed to mirror the rapid industrialization and seeming contracture of the tribal world into a globalized modernism with a new universal language, atonality.  Music, that for centuries had been predicated on tonal roots and associated chords resulting in music that was constrained in keys, suddenly was lifted from these constraints, and with it, the need to relate directly to the listener. The associated related rules of musical theory and counterpoint quickly surrendered to new freedoms and the shock to audiences was total.  First inklings of a new reality with Debussy and particularly Stravinsky left the listening audience confused and unsettled.  World War I  in all its horror finally separated music from its humanistic core and composers like Berg, Schoenberg, Messiaen, and Webern left tonality for good.  Music now had a harsh and raw core that no longer asked the listener to be moved or elevated, or an emotional participant.  Such “emotion” tempered music found its way out of “serious” music, and into music halls, broadway theaters, and the new invention of recorded sound.  Serious music was no longer about the width and breadth of human emotion.

One particular great composer found it hard to leave behind the bond between humanity and nature.  Jean Sibelius had musical heroes that were of a time past, and was forever connected to the epic nature and sweep of his Finnish homeland.  Born in 1865, he attained musical adulthood in a musical universe that was in the last vestiges and, at times over reach,  of composers such as Brahms and Wagner, and later, Bruckner, Mahler, and Tchaikovsky.

He grew up hoping to be a great concert violinist, and eventually became a passable one, but his real genius was soon to be recognized in composing for the reigning king of musical expression, the orchestra.  Sibelius was from the obscure corner of western civilization, the Duchy of Finland.  Caught for centuries between overpowering neighbors of Sweden, Germany, and Russia, the turn of the twentieth century began the stirrings of a unique Finnish identity.  Sibelius, who grew up loving the magnificent rural vistas of his homeland, was stirred  to compositional greatness with his tone poem, Finlandia, and with it renown far beyond his home country.

Finlandia achieved what great  patriotic pieces could achieve, a stirring of pride in people with little or no connection to Finland and its yearnings.  Sibelius did not sound quant and folk shaded, like his Norwegian contemporary, Grieg.  Sibelius revealed a Beethoven like virtuosity with orchestral timbre, particularly his recognition of the primordial pull brass has on the human psyche.  What does nature beyond its sounds, sound like?  What emotion is revealed in the juxtaposition of frozen air, grand lake vistas, and endless forests?  To be one with nature was not a lonely sensation, but rather a sacred one, and Sibelius could paint as well as any, the unspoken bond between an individual and the world they knew best.  This was not the gentle beauty of a pastoral scene, this was God’s Creation, and everyone who heard it was stirred.  Including the Russian Czar, who was not interested in any separation from the empire of his Finnish subjects, a psychological battle that became a bitterly physical one in World War II.  But Finlandia was but a morsel compared to the scope Sibelius achieved with his Second Symphony.  The tension, emotion, scope, and glory achieved by Beethoven, so elevated in the 9th Symphony, was for every composer to follow, confronting the risk of creating a pale imitation –  a mortifying notion.  The young Finnish composer went directly at the titanic structure of Beethoven with the 2nd Symphony, and triumphed.  No twentieth century symphony is held in greater esteem by audiences,  who are in turns meditative, distraught, fearful, heroic, and ultimately epically triumphant by Sibelius’ brilliant orchestration.  The Finale, whose coda reaches the epic sound of a celestial organ, can frankly bring tears associated with the sense that one has triumphed over death and has been shown a glimpse of salvation and eternity.

Sibelius would know many triumphs including his Violin Concerto, 5th Symphony, and Valse Triste, among many pieces in constant rotation today.  The prodigious works suddenly came to a sudden halt in 1926, and for reasons still unclear, Sibelius’s compositional muse fell silent.  The last thirty years of his life were essentially barren for further extensive works, though he continued to experience acclaim for his earlier creations.  Was it the move away from the world of music Sibelius loved, into a dystopian sound he had no fealty towards?  Was it the collapse of the world back into darkness with the second world war exploding further the myth of a shared humanity?  Sibelius himself left no direct explanation, but it was evident in his self destruction of his own unfinished works at the end of 1945, that he had no intention of being a shadow of himself, or an uncommitted contributor to the new world musical order.

Sibelius did leave us with a full palate of masterpieces that have stood the test of time, and tower over the more dystrophic musical contributors of the twentieth century.  As much as the academic world has attempted to wrest the concept of music away from the appreciation of the listener and be self indulgent in the mathematical paradigms of modern atonality for the joy of the performer only,  the works of Sibelius resonate with each and everyone of us.  We may not have seen nature with the acute eye that Sibelius saw it.  We may not understand all the nuances of tidal emotions and rhythms he sought to evoke.  But in our gut, we know of the Glory  Sibelius knew, and are glad for the chance to have it well up within us, and to have his creations, reveal our own.

 

 

Good People All, This Christmas Time…

As Christmas Day approaches, our post modern world argues about whether the lyrics of a holiday classic must be censured to remove the potentially ‘hurtful’ lyrics from contributing to unsafe environments.  If you are not familiar with the specific controversial song, you might have thought the offended class were referring to the callus injury  of grandma inflicted by a poorly driven reindeer, or perhaps, a thievish grinch.  But no, the scarlet letter this season  has been pinned on a song by master song writer Frank Losser, who looked to hide his devilish intentions to inflict unwanted sexual advances upon a defenseless female by invoking the cruelties of the weather and fool her into submission. Apparently, a  nation must be chastened by its previous willingness to enjoy “Baby, Its Cold Outside” without an accompanying explanatory document as to its inappropriateness.

If such silly arguments take away from you  some of the beautiful sheen of celebrating an important day in our civilization, I would like to reintroduce you to a different song that reflects a more innocent time.  Before gift exchange, family clashes, and the ramblings of a ‘woke’ society, Christmas did have a different level of significance.  It is not entirely clear when the typical communal celebrations of the winter solstice were reoriented to coincide with the Christian feast day of the birth of Jesus, but there were rumblings long before St. Nicholas had his penchant for handing out gifts associated permanently with the same day, and resigned us all to a frenzy of consumerism.

Before the song styles of the secular holiday, there was a desire to provide a musical link to the Christmas miracle for common people that lay beyond the liturgical expressions of sacred music evoked only in sacred venues. The traditions beyond the church walls extended to local festivals and communal songs that were passed generation to generation telling the story of Christmas as laid out in the Gospels through a common humanity. The Gospels of Matthew and Luke spelled out in poetic detail the circumstances of God’s love for His Creation expressed through the birth of a Divine Son in the most humble of places.  The Christ Child would come into the human world through human birth  far from the comfortable and safe world of elite or connected of the time. The gift of the Christ child to remove for all eternity the calamitous fall from grace of the original creation Adam, would not occur in a luscious garden, a magnificent temple or a luxurious palace, but in the unguarded, vulnerable bed of straw of an animal manger, that every common person of the limited means circumstantially could directly relate.  The tale of the Nativity – the Virgin birth, the faith driven acceptance of both parents of the extraordinary circumstances of the pregnancy, the support of Angels, the guidance and visitation of Kings to worship the miracle — relay a particularly beautiful environment for a musical creation worthy of the written prose.

It is thought somewhere in the 12 century in the area of Wexford, the musical genesis of telling the Nativity story specifically through a celebratory song, or carol, was borne.  The Mixolydian Mode that forms the basis of the song’s structure revolves around a medieval chant tonality that extended in a diatonic scale’s three whole steps and a half step from G to G7, resulting in a warm yet somewhat otherworldly quality. It seems somewhere before the 16th century the English verse was translated to Gaelic, but the English roots of Wexford led to the version we most know today as it was put down formally on paper in 1684 by Bishop Luke Waddinge who connected the words to traditional music in a little song book  called “A Small Garland of Pious and Godly Songs” further expressing the purpose of the collection as “composed by a Devout man, for the Solace of his Friends and Neighbours in their Afflictions.”  The collection of carols, including the carol now referred to as the Wexford Carol, is known as the Kilmore Carols. In 1928, the organist in Enniscorthy, Dr. William Henry Grattan Flood, published the modern version we know today, and hear the ancient and modern coming together to recreate the unique spiritual rapture of the Wexford Carol  :

Good people all, this Christmas-time,
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done,
In sending His beloved Son.
With Mary holy we should pray
To God with love this Christmas Day:
In Bethlehem upon that morn
There was a blessed Messiah born.

Although the Wexford Carol is performed by many artists of both sexes around the world, it never sounds more central to the Christmas miracle or releases its otherworldly power better than when it is inflected with its Irish roots.  The Kilmore Carols are performed in Wexford traditionally by a male choir of six voices, but the beautiful words married to elegiac music have  never been more beautifully linked then when they received the treatment of  Wexford’s own world famous Irish tenor, Anthony Kearns.  Mark Steyn brought the story of the Wexford Carol and Kearn’s beautiful version to his Christmas show several years ago, and made the ancient carol ring anew.  Enjoy the framing of the carol and Kearn’s ability to bring the 12th, 16th, and 21 centuries into a beautiful communion.  And that is my Christmas gift to you – Have a Merry and Blessed Christmas!   (Addendum: the video has been disabled on Ramparts, but the You Tube link will take you directly to the video in its entirety)

Beethoven’s Glorious Ninth

Ludwig Von Beethoven died in 1827, likely not hearing reflected in performance a single note of his composed music in the last 13 or so years of his life.  An all occlusive deafness stole any semblance other than vibration of the complex sound paintings he was continuing to create, with nothing but his memory of sound and prodigious compositional talent to guide him in his later years.  Yet, this profound silence proved no obstacle to an other worldly genius. Beethoven’s life mask as seen above, created in these difficult years, emotes a deep internal projection that is unmistakable.  This is a man who lives among the profoundest of thoughts in his soundless prison. Beethoven wanted in the time he had left to attempt to leave for the world a record of his vision of a passionate life, and the conquering of death. He left us his entire conceptualization in the experience that is the Ninth Symphony.

I have been around classical music my entire life, but I honestly have not been ready to absorb Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony as a profound personal experience until now.  This specific symphony has been used and misused to adorn everything from unique shared human events like the tearing down of the Berlin Wall and reunification of the German people to commercials and phone ring tones.  Most who have stated they have heard it, have heard only snippets, and would be overwhelmed and subsumed by its immense size and scope.  Easily twice as long as any other Beethoven Symphony, it clings fragilely to faint outlines of symphonic structure while traveling in directions never previously conceived,  and demanding a commitment from the listener few other musical creations ask.  Each of the four movements stand  nearly as a complete symphony, with drifting lines of intensity, sudden rhythmic shifts, sublime beauty, and echoes that later would be referred to as motifs.  It is exhausting for performers, singers, conductors, and the audience as Beethoven peals back raw layers of emotion, than expounds upon them, never to finish them, demanding ever more commitment to see the piece as a whole .  It is the complete cantata of a man’s struggle with his mortality and the conceptualization of the yearning for connection with the eternal.  Beethoven, initially composing this never before heard musical experience, may not have originally conceptualized a choral ending movement, but the finished product recognizes his recognition that only the human voice raised to heavenly sound could provide a final enrapturement.  Thus the unforgettable finale of the choral last movement.

My father passed last year, and I believe his struggles in his final year prepared me finally for the whole of this great work.  I prepared myself with study for a scheduled performance, and finally heard it last night in its entirety in live performance ,  performed by the  Milwaukee Symphony and Chorus.  I was transfixed.   In the end, transcendent, and with most in the audience, emotionally tearing.  Beethoven, in triumphing over his deafness, has left us with an inkling of the eternal.

The first movement sets the tension with an opening like no other previous work.  A sustained chord layer is built like a slowly wakening consciousness until it uncoils into an intense rage, partial melodic infusions work around the orchestra in an unhurried Allegro pace.  An attempted more pleasant second theme is wrenched back into the tense minor chord of the first theme, refusing to let go. This is a dark and troubled place Beethoven’s mind is inhabiting, asking for some clarity to the strife and pain life brings, particularly in an age when a person’s many ailments had to simply be suffered, for no treatment was available.  The music of this first movement introduces us to dissonance and makes us uncomfortable.  It elicits a sense of heroism but denies an ultimate triumph.

The second movement in typically symphonic form would normally allow respite from the tension of the first movement in both tone and length.  Beethoven would have none it, inserting an even more agitated scherzo, in place of a typical quiet idyll, then expanding and evolving it to previously unheard of complexity and length.  When the second theme is introduced as a buoyant trio to restore hope and a veneer of control, Beethoven creates a tug of war between the two themes and refuses to relieve the angst.

We have now pulled ourselves emotionally through over 40 minutes of music and are not yet half done.  Beethoven thus far denies us even a hint of the redemption for a difficult life.

And then, exhausted, we are lifted to the stars.

The third movement takes the unexpected pace of an Adagio, and slowly elevates us to the metaphysical.  Beethoven was a great composer in many idioms , but he and Mozart were absolute geniuses when it came to Adagio slow movements.  We feel slowly freed of our earthly responsibilities and tragedies and long for the beyond, mysterious and as of yet unresolved.  Then towards the end of the Adagio, trumpets suddenly  interrupt our idyll to signal a dramatic awareness, the orchestra tries linger, the trumpets return more profoundly and  the orchestra  exclaims the famous Glorious Chord.  We look up to see what is to come…but it is not to be, and the movement ends with an unresolved yearning.  Has Beethoven taken us this far, only to tell us there is no meaning, no resolution to this life?

The fourth movement then goes where no symphony had ever gone before.  Each of the three previous movements’ motifs present, only to be rejected each time by defiant cellos and basses, that interrupt and refuse to be pulled down into any of the preceding tension and indecision.  No  – there is a way out and a way up, and the deep sonorous voice of the orchestra, the cellos, basses and bassoons quietly begin to declare the theme of triumph we now recognize as the Ode to Joy.  Beethoven finished the symphony in 1824, racked by deafness and disease, sufficiently ill that he would die only three years later.  He wanted the world to know that his soul, our soul was not bound by our earthly limitations, but would ultimately be transcendent.  What follows is 25 minutes of the messiest glory filled music in the history of composition. The Frederich Schiller’s poem Ode to Joy declares a singular humanity and connection to a Supreme Being beyond the celestial heavens — and Beethoven describes this transcendent joy  in a magnificent heavenly cacophony between singer soloist, choir, and orchestra inhaling and exhaling like a supernatural bellows, seeking higher  ever higher ecstasy until culminating again in an even more Glorious Chord of all three.  Then again, the silence…is it over?  No…. No, a quant little “turkish” march breaks out , and the process begins all over, march becomes fugue, fugue becomes a brilliant full orchestra presto, and then again quiet.  We seek one more time to imagine a salvation.  Schiller’s line -“Brothers, above the starry canopy, there must dwell a loving father”  rings out in hymnal form by the choir, and then all heck breaks lose as the answer is a resounding yes, first led by the soloists then, maximally surging choir and orchestra, until like a massive celestial pipe organ, the immense colors and sound drive an explosion like the crescendoing path through a comet’s tail, into an indescribably joyful resolution that leaves the performers and listener utterly exhausted, and profoundly transcendent.

There can be no experience that rivals unadulterated emotion.  Beethoven changed the musical experience forever with the ninth and changed the perception and standard of excellence of every composer that followed him.  The outright intimidation of the genius of Beethoven’s epic masterpiece left many unwilling to create their own Magnum Opus for fear it would pale in comparison to the Olympian Ninth.  It has become the musical expression of what we ideally wish to project as our common humanity and best impulses.  Called to greatness, Beethoven triumphed.  If you get a chance someday, to experience this first hand, as I did, be prepared to be shaken to your core.  Until then, watch one of the greater performances preserved for all time, in Sir George Solti’s London Philharmonic performance in 1986. If you can find the time try to master the performance as a whole and live the complete transformation  —  if you are strapped for time, immerse yourself in the final movement  begun precisely at the one hour mark ( 1:00:00) and  the glory will still envelop you…

The Power and Duality of Richard Wagner

We are often called on these pages to speak of genius.  The story of western civilization is replete with epic personalities and talents.  The accomplishments in art, music, literature, philosophy and science often soar to heights that elevate humankind to a special, almost immortal transcendency.  But inevitably, the source of such genius is at base a flawed human, filled with original sin. Caravaggio painted with epic beauty, but was difficult and violent. Percy Bysshe Shelley was an icon of idyllic poetry, but treated people in his life with disdain and infidelity.  Isaac Newton almost single handedly invented modern math and science, but was raptor like in sharing any sense that the inspiration may have been collaborative.

Then there is Richard Wagner.  A savant in perfidy, Wagner holds a special place in the pantheon of geniuses who managed to deliver a lifetime of troubled actions, making it to this day hard to separate the works from the ugliness beneath them.  Wagner ran from his debts, treated his wife as a stranger, and other men’s wives as his prey, used and abused admirers,  denigrated other great artists’ works to elevate his own, and pandered to an ugly strain of anti-semitism that allowed others to use his art as propaganda for the worst racial philosophies.  Connecting it all, was a megalomania that allowed him to excuse himself for all behaviors, for the propagation of his work as unrivaled.  In total, not a good person.

The music is looked upon with the same dualism as the composer.  The infusion of Wagner’s philosophies of life into every stitch of the music led to a type of unified field theory of musical art that fused Wagnerian poetry, stage design, operatic voice, and massive musical structure Wagner called Gesamtkundstwerk , or art in totality.  He described the concept in essays that he felt was an evolution above and beyond the Beethoven conceptualization, that injected the other senses into the musical drama.  His works became increasingly contra-tonal, complex, philosophically linked — and long. …very long.  Long and divergent to structure to the point that Rossini, the great Italian composer is famous for having described Wagner’s music as containing “wonderful moments, and dreadful quarter hours of an hour.”   The music drama form was reworked by Wagner to  predate and forever influence cinema of the twentieth century, with the influence of musical cues known as leitmotifs that predicts a character’s appearance, reveals inner emotions or tensions , or reorients the story.  Think of the foreboding two note leitmotif of the shark in Jaws.  No Wagner, and its just another shark in the ocean.  The leitmotifs allowed Wagner to time travel through the epic stories, recalling characters, previous story lines, and linking them all over an extraordinary canvas of size and scope. The orchestra itself became larger, heavier in brass, to recreate the heroic figures and their actions, mirroring the increasingly pre-christian and racial memes of Wagner’s obsession with early German and Norse myths.  The so called romantic middle operas, Der Fliegende Hollander (Flying Dutchman), Tannhauser, and Lohengrin developed Wagner’s spectacular sense of sound and color with many melodic moments that function as stand alone individual classics of the marriage of the visual and the aural.

The Magnus Opus is, however, the Ring, Der Ring Des Nibelungen, a marathon of four linked operatic dramas , Das Rheingold, Die Walkure, Siegfried, and Gotterdammerung, run as designed, in sequence, over 15 hours long, and performed in total  only in so-called “festivals” to preserve the sanity of the audience.  Wagner took twenty six years to develop the The Ring into its final form, and seeing it as the perfect synthesis of music and drama,  browbeat his patron King Ludwig of Bavaria into freeing up the necessary funds to build a performance hall worth of the immense scope.  Bayreuth stands today as the birth home of this spectacular sensorial event, and music listeners feel a sense of pilgrimage if they secure the experience of the Ring at Bayreuth at least once in their lifetimes.

The music of Wagner requires tremendous patience, necessarily leaving behind the modern world of the short attention span into a floating consciousness that presages modern philosophy, atonality, inner conflict, innate heroism, and savage beauty.  Despite the megalomania and the  perverse humanity, the thematic brilliance shines through.  The thrilling ride of the Walkuries.  The tempestuous, violent ghost existence of the Dutchman.  The Wedding march in Lohengrin. The  spiritual Pilgrim’s Chorus of Tannhauser.  The other worldly achingly beautiful Tristan and Isolde Liebestod.  The glorious reverberation of Siegfried’s Rhein Journey.   Love him or hate him, Wagner owned the ability to grasp essential human emotion and pull it from you no matter your reticence in accepting such genius from such a flawed individual.

There are multiple moments of musical performance greatness, but a behind the scenes look at the extraordinary endurance and raw emotions required to pull out Wagner’s ultimate music scape knows no better example than a short vignette of the great George Solti leading the Vienna Philharmonic in recording rehearsal of Siegfried’s Funeral March from Gotterdammerung.  This is a young Solti, willing to drain every ounce of human emotion from his orchestra and himself, in emoting the cataclysm of death and the loss of a heroic life.  The below recording is just over six minutes long.  One can begin to perceive why only a few conductors and a few orchestras are athletic and psychically stable enough to pull off an entire Ring performance.  What a performance to begin your journey.

 

Jascha Heifetz: “God’s Fiddler”

Jascha Heifetz
npr.org

It is daunting to be the very best anyone ever saw, capable as no other, of  a unique skill.  The rarified achievement at this level, and the difficulty maintaining it,  does strange things to people, and is often associated with at times somewhat bizarre or aberrant behavior.  Michael Jordan for the brief years he was a professional basketball player, was without peer and everybody knew it.  Yet when he was giving his acceptance speech for the national basketball hall of fame, surrounded by his family,friends, and teammates, he lambasted everybody for not recognizing in real time his standard of performance or contributing in any way towards the outcome he achieved.  Tiger Woods self destructively blew apart his unrivaled capabilities.  Albert Einstein spent the rest of his life trying to live up to his unequaled productive decade of olympic mathematical genius from 1905 to 1916 defining his special and general theories of relativity, forever injected into the strange world of academic celebrity.

Jascha Heifetz was one of the best anyone ever saw, or in his case, heard, and unlike the others, it was clear from the first time anyone ever heard him play until the last time he performed in public – he was unrivaled, the best ever, and everyone including Heifetz knew it.  At age 12 in a private concert the renowned violinist Fritz Kreisler attended, Kreisler remarked, ” That’s it. The rest of us might as well break our fiddles across our knees.”  Heifetz’s teacher, the famous Leopold Auer, was once asked to name his greatest students.  Auer proceeded to name many of the most famous violinists of the twentieth century he had helped mold, but conspicuously left out Heifetz.  When it was brought to his attention that he had forgotten perhaps his most famous client, Auer replied, “Heifetz was not my student; he was God’s Student.”

Jascha Heifetz was born in 1901 in Vilna, Lithuania, in the Russian Empire still ruled by czars. His father was a violinist with the local orchestra, but he was nondescript, as the jewish family was  not capable of being part of the  societal nomenklatura.  But young Jascha, from the moment music was revealed to him, glowed with an otherworldly level of brilliant talent, that the prejudices of society were  helpless to suppress. Russia of the early twentieth century was still in the grip of czarist totalitarianism and societal hierarchy, but since Peter the Great, the classical arts and the spectacular Russian talent in the humanities were venerated by the Russian elite as Russia’s answer to the West, that looked down its nose upon Russia’s feudal societal retrenchment. Greatness in Russia’s society, when recognized, received expert attention, and by age 5, Heifetz was under guidance of Leopold Auer, the St. Petersburg’s Music Conservatory’s renowned violin instructor, and by eleven in front of a St. Petersburg concert audience estimated at 25,000. The mystique associated with Heifetz prodigious talent was revealed for good.

Talent supplied from the heavens above.  Heifetz toured Europe and then at age 17,  a Carnegie Hall debut that made his celebrity as a performer international.  1917 was the year of Russian upheaval, and Heifetz determined to stay in America, the land of safety and boundless opportunity.  Heifetz was one of a number of spectacular Russian performers, such as Milstein, Rubinstein, and Rachmaninoff who read the Russian Revolution as antithetical to classic western civilization and musical expression, and sought  their future in the West.  Heifetz had an additional advantage in that he understood presciently the power of the media, and the new vehicles of recording, radio, and film, as projecting to millions, what was once the provence of the few thousands of a concert hall.

Across the world, the twin towers of Heifetz’s unparalleled technique, the precision and speed of his left hand on the stringboard of the violin, and the spectacular control and sonority of his bow, projected as no other performer, as an peerless, brilliantly hued perfection of performance. His sound was like no other – tight, precise, intense, olympian – delivered perfectly each time while maintaining an almost serene, relaxed expression in his face, seeming  to project that what others found difficult or challenging, Heifetz found effortless.  The visual appearance of control was so overwhelming that observers often reflected that Heifetz’s playing was lacking in passion, too cool in temperature for some listeners.  The semblance of cool was however easily removed by simply closing one’s eyes and resorting to the world of sound, where the brilliant fire of his play became immediately apparent, and absolutely unique. Gorgeous waves of interacting sounds reflecting incredible depth of knowledge of the composer’s intent, the capabilities of the instrument, and at a pace, intensity, and precision few could hold for a moment, much less with each and every performance for fifty years.  He was the best, he knew it, and everyone else knew it, too.

We are thankful that Heifetz was sufficiently of the modern age during the zenith of ability, where there were opportunities to perform significant visual recordings of his technique to layer on his sound, securing his position in musical history.  Absorb the whole of a concert from over seventy years ago, caught on film, of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto.  Projecting as imperious and unflappable, Heifetz plays to cool perfection, but the sound is nothing short of fiery abandon, and the technical virtuosity out of this world.

Later in life near his retirement from performance, the intimate greatness of a solo performance was thankfully caught on television, and though Heifetz was visually much older, performed Bach, still sounding like no one else.

Heifetz was considered an extremely difficult personality to live with, struggling with family interactions and several divorces, and reflecting to his fellow performers as bordering on misanthropic. I suspect that such perfection may have contained a thin thread of autistic clarity that allowed him to grasp and reproduce perfect musical moments, but little capability  for human interaction when not listening to his internal muses.

The muses however they dominated him, gave him the vehicle of expression that fills the rest of us with awe, from the casual music listener to the most talented musical performers that had to perform in constant comparison.  Heifetz died in 1987, the world that produced him and his extraordinary Russian compatriots long gone, but the cool flame of perfection lives among us still.

Heifetz – the best ever.  He knew it, and so does everybody else.

People We Should Know #31 – Leonard Bernstein

Leonard Bernstein
1918-1990

2018 is the 100th anniversary of the birth of Leonard Bernstein, and many of the world’s greatest orchestras are honoring the occasion by opening up their repertoires to display the dash and splash that was ‘Lenny’s’ compositional gifts of music to the world.  From the well known Broadway inspired cadences of West Side Story and Candide, to the more imposing Symphonies and Mass, Bernstein’s music evoked  American shades of 20th century classical music, albeit more profoundly evolved as a definitive American classical style by his contemporaries Copland, Thompson, Harris, and Barber.  His most famous contribution, West Side Story, is a synthesis of a triad of multi-genre genius, Bernstein of the score, Sondheim of the lyrics, and Jerome Robbins of the ballet.  The combination created a very modern unforgettably muscular American cultural creation that answered much like Porgy and Bess any sense of perceived inferiority complex of the American art scene against its more established European creators.  In addition to his music compositional creativity, Bernstein proved himself a polymath with concert level piano performance skills and superstar celebrity persona as conductor of the greatest orchestras, including his long tenure with the New York Philharmonic.   Leonard Bernstein, however, achieves on the 100th anniversary of his birth year status as Ramparts People We Should Know #31 most specifically for his most selfless gift to western civilization, his genius and lifetime contribution as a pedagogue,  delivering to multiple generations of performers, students and every day people alike, an unparalleled love and understanding of classical music as a critical pillar of our civilization, and distilling it into a form that all, regardless, of training or exposure, could profoundly enrich their own lives.

Leonard Bernstein was born of Jewish Ukrainian immigrant parents on August 25th, 2018 in Lawrence, Massachusetts.  His prodigious musical talent showed itself early despite his family’s general passivity towards music.  He was recognized in school for both his performance ability as well as his musical intellect, and ended up despite his humble beginnings, studying music at Harvard, and eventually Curtis Music Institute in Philadelphia.  At a young age, he interacted with famous musical talents such as the composer Copland and conductors Serge Koussevitsky and Fritz Reiner, who recognized his singular talents and helped promote the unknown Bernstein. His initial fame was achieved at the conductor’s baton, substituting at age 25 without rehearsal and succeeding in melodramatic fashion for a suddenly indisposed Bruno Walter in front of the New York Philharmonic.  In rapid sequence, he reached equally epic heights with a series of well received compositions, Fancy Free (leading to On The Town), Bernstein’s “Jeremiah” Symphony #2, and eventually the superstar status of West Side Story.  The music carried the thematic structures of modern American idioms of syncopal rhythm and jazz, less defined by its originality as its ability to evoke modern American sensibilities as the new post-war superpower melting pot cauldron of influences, rather than the tired national strains of the dissembled Old World.  West Side Story was the music of youth, the multi-cultural rhythms of the streets, a muscular declaration of a unique American style.

By the 1960’s Leonard Bernstein had ensconced himself as at a celebrity superstar level musical force, and was a much sought after conductor around the world.  He took advantage of his singular position to do something amazing on a relatively untested new medium that he believed could be a force magnifier for music popularity and understanding for the public at large, television.  As magnetic as he was on stage, in front of the cameras, he came off as welcoming, unpretentious, and never condescending in developing a complex topic.  He became famous for his patient and example laden teaching style he brought to the weekly broadcasts, Young Peoples Concerts with the New York Philharmonic on CBS.  From 1958 to 1972, Bernstein used the format of a classical music outreach concert to young people to develop their music intellect at the same time, with the concerts centered upon topics such as “What is a Melody?”, “What is a Mode?”, “The Sounds of a Symphony,”  and “Music Atoms: The Study of Intervals”.   He took apart complex compositions into digestible pieces that musical novices could appreciate, then re-assembled them into their musical canvas, enriching for everyone the hidden genius and life affirmations music can provide.  Through the bounty of YouTube, many of these master classes showcasing Bernstein’s special gift for making centuries old music come alive for the listener are available to us today:

He recorded multiple symposiums in the development of music collected as The Unanswered Questions , on of the most famous was his five minute exposition on the entire development of Tonal Exposition we know as music:

All was displayed to bring art to life for all to enjoy, in a medium that was accessible with a teaching style that was accessible.  Generations of Americans, and people the world over,  gained their willingness to make classical music a part of their life experience and learned to appreciate why western civilization could hardly be understood without music’s development alongside, replenishing and invigorating the cultural foundations of a healthy society.  Bernstein brought the artist’s lyrical brush to our understanding and appreciation of music, and likely saved classical music for another generation from being crowded out by modern technology’s assault that encourages shortened attention spans and the need for superficial gratifications.

I heard Leonard Bernstein’s Fancy Free in a boisterous local performance of my local symphony orchestra this past weekend, along with Beethoven’s ‘Emperor’ Piano Concerto #5 and Ravel’s La Valse.   I can only imagine how ‘Lenny’ might have brought the whole concert to even greater life through a running narrative of what we were about to hear. One hundred years going, he was a proud defender of humanity’s most creative impulses, and a worthy recipient of Ramparts People We Should Know #31.

An American Original – Glenn Campbell

Glenn Campbell
1936-2017

The current over enhanced and emotion deadened noise that passes for modern American popular music has separated us from the power that once was evoked from the marriage of lyric, voice, and musicianship that represented the golden age of music performance and recording.  Self absorbed and over engineered performers play one generic tome after another, calling out mechanical and soulless structure that blend together like musical hoppel poppel ,that leaves as soon as it is digested and extends no decernible satisfaction.  Attempt to recall, to sing, any of the ‘epics’ of the last twenty years and one is left with empty beat and emptier emotions that don’t linger beyond the vapid moment of vague familiarity and oppressive shallowness.

Then Glenn Campbell dies, and memories of musical greatness, like a sudden breach of a whale, or the ecstasy of one who has held their breath for too long under water and first gasps to fill one’s lungs with massive gulps of life giving oxygen,  come to mind.  Glenn Campbell was the holy trinity of performers.  He could sing like an angel. Interpret lyrics to touch one’s very core, and play the absolute hell out of a guitar.  No one who ever heard him failed to be just a little bit in awe of what the country boy from Arkansas was able to do with almost any strand of music.  When Alzheimer’s Disease stole his prodigious talent in 2012, and inevitably silenced him on August 8th, 2017, a ripple across the Cosmic celestial spheres was felt.

Glen Campbell came out of the outer banks of the American Frontier, born just outside the aptly named Delight, Arkansas on April 22, 1936.  His family was musical and Glenn took to the guitar like a fish to water, soon becoming  a participant in some of the family’s musical projects, a polyglot of american backwoods — gospel, bluegrass, and “cowboy” swing.  The teenage Campbell honed his craft in family efforts such as the Sandia Mountain Boys and the Western Wranglers, dipping into the vortex of post world war rural sound that was part Bob Wills  and part Ralph Stanley that would eventually become a force in American music known as Country and Western, with seminal stars such as Hank Williams, Kitty Wells,  Webb Pierce, and Ray Price.  C&W music no only told stories that brought sophisticated reflection to the rural life experience, but also the injection of seriously good musicians, like Chet Atkins and Buck Owens, innovators in both the acoustic and electronic voices of the new recording technologies of the post war world.  A great instrumentalist by the time he was 25, Glenn went in the opposite direction of most country inflected performers, away from Nashville and out to California, where nearly every performer recording in Los Angeles looked to have his tight and elite musicianship backing every album, from the Beach Boys to Frank Sinatra.

The not so hidden secret among studio musicians was that not only could Campbell play, he could sing as good as any performer he backed.  The general public did not discover this until Glenn Campbell discovered the songs of an obscure Oklahoman named Jimmy Webb, who could write as epically as Campbell could sing.  From mid-1967 till mid-1968, Glenn Campbell and Jimmy Webb managed to displace the colossus of the music world, the Beatles, as the world’s greatest selling artist,  with songs such as Galveston, Wichita Lineman, and By the Time I get to Phoenix.

In Jimmy Webb, Glenn Campbell had found his muse, and in Campbell, Jimmy Webb his siren.  The songs matched a profound and dignified humanity to real, everyday people caught in life’s most reflective moments, and Campbell’s perfect 21/2 octave ,innocent and aching, clarion of a voice made the simple words immortal.  Jimmy Webb, America’s greatest baby boomer songwriter and Campbell, America’s troubadour, had careers that lasted decades after, but were forever linked to their brief perfect union.   The two artists had collaborated on music that transcended pop, country, and rock to become indisputably American Music.  Fifty years later, it speaks to us in emotions and reflections as fresh as the day they were borne.

Glenn Campbell became a huge television star, hosting his own show, the Glenn Campbell Good Time Hour, promoting little known acts like Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, would revolutionize the staid world of country music in the 1970s and 80s. He starred in movies such as True Grit and Any Which Way You Can, was a regular on Johnny Carson and achieved superstar status with songs such as Southern Nights and Rhinestone Cowboy.

The natural humbleness and boy next door on screen personality, however, could not withstand the typical stresses and attention of uberfame, and Campbell like many artists, lost himself in unstable relationships and substance abuse.  The productivity and quality suffered as well in the 1980s and 1990s until he was eventually able to achieve sobriety and take stock of himself.  A chastened performer in his final decades, he still at times overwhelmed audiences and fellow artists with his off the charts talent. The videos below are a wonderful memoriam to Glenn Campbell’s amazing talent, a man and his guitar wowing some of the biggest names in country with his beautiful honey tinged voice and guitar chops. The horrible prison that is Alzheimers took Glenn Campbell away when he still had so much to give. If you get a moment, turn todays’ pale imitations off, open your mind and absorb some true sensorial pleasure, on what legendary talent in the person of Glenn Campbell was all about.

George Frideric’s Masterpiece

 

George Frideric Handel
                                                      1685 – 1759       photo wikipedia commons

Every composer from Bach to Berlin has likely faced it.  After a significant period of adulation related to a reputation for “hits” that speak to your generation’s audience, you begin to become predictable and have your reputation tied to a form of music that later audiences find old hat and “yesterday’s news”.  The adulation becomes an echo, the audiences smaller, the crowds move to other, fresher talents.  The truly great ones find their muse in the midst of a down phase and come back with acknowledged genius.  Sometimes, the genius re-orients into a masterpiece that is as peerless as it is timeless.  George Frideric Handel in 1741 at age 56 reached down into his magnificent talent and inspiration,  and in a mere 21 days in August -September of 1741 created the oratorio Messiah.  The world  has wanted to hear to hear it again and again in the intervening 275 years.

Born in Halle, Germany, Handel is for the most part remembered as a British composer.  He initiated his musical training in Germany, but became entranced with the musical theater revolution that was sweeping Europe in the early eighteenth century, that of Italian opera, and discovered he had a real gift for linking a prodigious musical talent to the stage.  He received an invitation to work and study in Florence, and subsequently Rome, where it became progressively apparent that the student Handel was more appropriately the master of the Italian form.  The music young Handel was creating was immediately known for immense depth and grand scope, that made his reputation skyrocket.  Returning to Germany in 1710, he became Kapellmeister  under the patronage of Prince George, the Elector of Hanover, who as a consequence of the Hanoverian line of succession became King George the First of Great Britain and Ireland.   Handel followed his prince and moved permanently to London in 1712.  Magisterial works poured out of Handel that resonate today including the 1717 Water Music and 1727 Zadok the Priest, but it was his forty some operas that captured the permanent attention of the public.  In the Italian style, Handel placed solemn music into massive set pieces that reflected mythic or historical events.  His hit parade out of Xerxes, Serce, Solomon, Rinaldo, Scipio and Tamerlano resonated across Europe.

The London scene however, progressively became susceptible to the trend of seeing the majesty of the English language in both theatrical and sacred music, and Handel’s clinging to the ornate form of Italian Opera left him looking by the 1730s for scarcer and scarcer financial resources to produce his operas.  A more solemn form of music was forming from the opera structure, retaining the arias, choirs and orchestra, but eliminating the set pieces and theatrical ebullience.  It was referred to as the Oratorio.  The power was in the language, and no more powerful gift to the English language had been provided than the English translation of the Bible known as the King James Edition, completed in 1611, and harnessing along with Shakespeare, the complete flower of English prose and poetry.

Handel initially struggled to leave the theater of opera for the oratorio, but others saw Handel as the perfect muse for this form, when the wordsmith process could fully match the majesty of the music.  The sacred oratorio was something Bach not Handel, but a librettist named Charles Jennens had fashioned a sacred libretto fashioned on the birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus cleaved from the majesty of King James, and implored Handel to set it to an oratorio.  Laid out in Three Acts conforming to Jennens’ structure, Handel created the music in three weeks, preparing to present it the following year in a theater performance.  Jennens was of the opinion first that Handel missed the mark, as he felt the performance of such works required a break from the vocal structures of the opera.  The first audience in Dublin of the oratorio, dubbed Messiah, tended to agree with Jennens.  But the soaring brilliance of the oratorio, the aching beauty of its most abject moments and the zeniths of euphoria created by the choirs soon led it to be acclaimed as the signature composition of Handel, performed again and again in every conceivable venue eventually the world over.  Late in his life, Handel had written a greatest hits in a single oratorio, that has become indivisibly associated with the celebration of Christmas.

There are so many wonderful moments in Handel’s epochal work that choosing a few seems somehow heretical.  I had the occasion to hear Messiah in one of the most beautiful churches in the world, Milwaukee’s own Basilica of St. Josaphat, and the spectacular surroundings brought special emphasis to the sacred in a performance that approached theater in its own perfect conception and strong soloists.

Not having access to this performance to share with you, there is always the crowd fascination with the Hallelujah chorus.  For me however of my many favorite moments, two always seem most poignant, the soul wrenching aria of the mezzo soprano relating the beautiful sorrow of Isaiah  in “He was Despised”,  and the choral joy and serenity of Luke in “For unto us, a Child is born.”   Among so many, these soar with the miracle of the Messiah, God made human for us, to suffer for us, and to redeem us.  The Messiah is Handel’s unintentional but perfect Christmas gift to us, that restores our deeper core and allows us to share communally the essence of this life.  Composer George Frideric Handel’s greatest hit turns out to express our greatest moment as well.

 

Happy Birthday, Frank

The Voice - Frank Sinatra
The Voice – Frank Sinatra

December 12th is the 100th year celebration of the birth of the scrawny kid from Hoboken that for all time is known as the Voice.  Ramparts has no intention to achieve some definitive coda to the gift that was Frank Sinatra to the world of song – the event of his centennial birth is bringing forth magnificent tributes that remind all of us the multi decade contribution of a singer that defined music, without ever being able to read a single note of it.  For instance, the don’t you dare miss contribution of Mark Steyn, writer extraordinaire who becomes even more extraordinary when he  focuses his story telling virtuosity to music.  Steyn has spent the past year detailing the wonderful contributions and stories behind Sinatra’s Greatest Hundred Songs(per Steyn).  Pick your own hundred favorite songs. There are hundreds to choose from. Sinatra’s treatments transcend almost anybody else’s  attempt to define the songs, and ring in our memories whenever we think of them.

They are the epic performances of one of music’s most complicated artists, who brought real meaning to the juxtaposition of true professional — and major pain in the rear.  Despite being borne of immigrant surroundings, minimal schooling, and the rawest of vocal training, he proved to be a performance perfectionist with legendary phrasing capabilities and a trinity of voices that included brassy tenor, mellow midrange and vulnerable baritone.  Musicians loved to perform with him and arrangers wanted to interpret with him. Almost no one wanted to cross him.  A smoker, drinker, and carouser, he treated his musical instrument, his magical voice with impudence, and in the late 1940’s nearly destroyed it forever. The gift recovered, however, and the 1950s and 1960s would prove that the vocal changes occasioned by the period of vocal chord failure made for an even more spectacular interpretive vocalization.  Sinatra, doing it his way,

Sinatra was of a time of song interpreters, and he was the best.  He drew out of Ira Gershwin, Sammy Kahn, Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen, and Lorenz Hart and other great lyricists sound images that transformed their best works and raised the lyrics to the level of poetry with his phrasing and word play.  When tied to the great arrangers like Nelson Riddle, Billy May and Gordon Jenkins the music evoked real emotions and life enhancement.  You may not be able to live the life of Sinatra, but he would help you live yours, in brandishing exuberance for life, the pain of loss, the sensual nature of attraction, and the vulnerable sadness of the memories fading away.  The generations of Americans that grew up with him, the adoration Bobby Soxer teenagers of the 40s, the confident young adults of the post WWII America, the on top of the world masculinity of the 60’s, and the chastened and circumspect parents of the 70s all heard in Sinatra the chimes of their own story.

The most powerful memories that define musical Sinatra are the Capitol Record years with a mature Sinatra bringing his own peculiar mix of machismo and vulnerability to a string of albums that flexed between swinging exuberance and the depths of despair. Albums like Come Fly With Me, In the Wee Small Hours, and Nice and Easy. Sinatra knew how to swing better than anyone, and he knew how to breathe better than anyone, and it made both up tempo and extended ballads ring with peerless excellence.  He studied the lyrics and poured over the arrangements until they achieved a synthesis he could be happy with, and given his sense of accomplishment of task was achieved at a level that few could match,  for that, we will always be eternally grateful.

A performer always, he lingered in the 1980s and 1990s beyond what his vocal gift could bear, and the later performances are often gruff and at times, forgettable. But even late in life he could summon up greatness, in the life defining song My Way, or the late hit New York, New York.  In the final years, he might botch a lyric or forget a stanza, but he would pick himself off the mat and become Sinatra for at least one or two songs, and the audiences adored him.

Then again, we are all the sum of our best memories and Sinatra, at his best, made life seem just a little special. The Sinatra of the 1950s and 1960s, at the height of his vocal powers could crackle and sizzle like the ebullient and confident American Century he epitomized, and helped us feel there was a natural order to our optimism.  Given our current funk, Sinatra would  grab us and shake us, until we woke up and got it back together.  Emoting the words of Dean Kay, Sinatra would have set us right…

That’s Life
That’s what all the people say
You’re ridin’ high in April
Shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune
When I’m right back up on top in June…

Happy Birthday, Frank