ALWYN: Piano Concerto No. 1 (1930). Derby Day Overture (1960). Piano Concerto
No. 2 (1960). Sonata alla toccata (1947).
Peter Donohoe (piano), Bournemouth
Symphony Orchestra/James Judd.
Naxos 8.557590 (B) (DDD) TT: 59:35
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British composer William Alwyn, born in 1905, didn't really begin to make
his mark as a writer until right around World War II. Before then, he produced
many scores which he later essentially disowned. In the first piano concerto,
we get the rare opportunity to hear one of them.
Often, however, the blemishes of a work announce themselves more stridently
to the composer than to the listener. Tchaikovsky, in many ways his harshest
critic, considered his Nutcracker ballet a failure, and damned if I know
why. Similarly, I can say of Alwyn's first piano concerto only that it
differs from his characteristic mature works, but not necessarily in overall
quality. Mainly, I miss Alwyn's characteristic weight of sound, ambitious
gravitas, and formal richness. It contains, however, plenty of attractive,
arresting ideas. After all, a critic can easily fall into the trap set
by The Well-Written Piece -- that is, a work of blameless formal and contrapuntal
craft, which nevertheless has nothing interesting to say: sort of like
reading a sonnet on how to brush your teeth.
The early score is really more Konzertstück than concerto.
In one middle-size movement, it contains four brief sections. Its novelty,
consists in the fact that, unlike the Saint-Saëns concerti, for example,
it doesn't try to mimic the multi-movement structure of a "regular" concerto.
In other words, Alwyn's sections don't really correspond to sonata-allegro,
slow movement, scherzo, and finale. It falls somewhere between a large
symphonic movement and a fantasia. The musical idiom as well differs
from what we have come to expect from Alwyn. It derives far more from
like Hindemith and the neoclassic Vaughan Williams than is Alwyn's wont.
Indeed, it comes across to the listener more like a young composer trying
out styles and masks to see what fits.
Seventeen years later, Alwyn's Sonata alla toccata strikes me as a British
counterpoint to something like the first piano sonata of Harold Shapero,
although less influenced by Stravinsky's surface mannerisms. It's the kind
of thing that will never be popular with pianists, mostly because it puts
wit and conviviality before stagy heroism. Although Alwyn requires some
flash (the alla toccata part), he makes no attempt to overwhelm you. He
wants to charm. The sonata says what it has to say and then modestly takes
its leave. In the meantime, one encounters first-rate ideas and a true
lyricism -- by which I mean something that doesn't rely either on easy
padding or on the ideas of somebody else. Every note tells.
The vigorous Derby Day Overture, inspired by the Frith painting
of the same name, portrays the bustle of a crowd. The liner notes talk
adaptation of "twelve-tone technique" to tonality, but this is
rot, in my opinion. Even though Alwyn became briefly interested in dodecaphony
in the Sixties (the String Trio), this overture is no more "twelve-tone" than
Richard Strauss's Eulenspiegel or Paul Dukas's Sorcerer's
energy shows up in this score. I have yet to understand why using "twelve-tone" as
anything other than a technical description either distinguishes or condemns
a work. I wish writers, essentially hostile to dodecaphony, would knock
off trying to show their boys "with it" nevertheless, in their
own special way, of course. Light music at its best -- light the way
Mozart's Figaro overture is light -- Derby Day needs no special pleading.
The second piano concerto counts as the big work (in every sense) on
the program. It was never performed during the composer's lifetime, and
on English musicians and impresarios for this. It shows that the modesty
of the sonata was Alwyn's choice rather than his necessity. Indeed, the
concerto's finale runs longer than the entire piano sonata. It's big,
like the Rachmaninoffs (as reviewers have pointed out), but also like
Williams, as well as the little-known piano concertino of Arthur Benjamin.
The gestures refer to the heroic Romantic concerto tradition, but one
also finds a formal as well as an emotional richness, the full concerto
of Alwyn's first four symphonies. Alwyn takes big breaths and strides,
but does so while keeping a steely grip on the development of his argument.
The first movement storms, with a central passage of sunlight breaking
through (the "big tune," with its main strain slightly reminiscent
of a couple of measures in Ravel's G-major concerto). For 1960, dominated
by Darmstadt and the "kleine Webernskis," this is a pretty daring
concerto, and the fact that Alwyn got a performance even scheduled (it
was cancelled when the pianist came down with a case of paralysis in his
arm and never put back on the bill) speaks volumes about the work's quality.
Of course, the critical climate of the time would most likely have dismissed
it, but you can't have everything. In an attempt to get another performance,
Alwyn cut the original second movement, substituting an orchestral "transition" from
first movement to last -- fairly easy, since the first movement sort
of blurred into the second anyway. This, however, was a mistake, according
to the composer's widow, and an unsuccessful gambit in any case, since
it didn't secure a performance. We get here the original second movement,
a bit like Medtner or, yes, Rachmaninoff, mainly in the kind of finger-work
it demands from the soloist. This isn't all Romantic melancholy yearning
and calm reflection. There are plenty of surprising outbursts -- sometimes
manic, sometimes stormy -- all flowing naturally together. Nothing points
more strongly than this to Alwyn's mastery of symphonic rhetoric, as
as to an adult sensibility. This isn't some teenager mooning about. The
movement ends with an emotionally ambiguous chorale.
The finale, toccata-like, nods its head to the virtuoso display of the
Romantic concerto (think of the Brahms first piano concerto), but like
the Brahms first it's not just that. There's a titanic anger in it, a
tremendous rhythmic drive with elemental "jazzy" syncopations. The furious
opening leads to a broad middle section (another "big tune," which
relates to ideas in the first movement), but this seems like a gathering
of breath, a temporary relaxation, before the fury returns. There's a
coda of sorts, in which themes from previous movements return, but in
and the concerto ends in a brief, nova-like burst.
The performers -- Donohoe, Judd, and Bournemouth -- play like they mean
it. It's a terrific set of readings, with no concession to sound quality,
and it's on Naxos. What more could you want?
S.G.S. (December 2005)