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              Schubert: 
              Dorothea Röschmann 
              (soprano), Ian Bostridge (tenor), Thomas Quasthoff (baritone), 
              Julius Drake (piano),  Barbican Hall, London, 14.1.2008 (AO)
               
              
              
              The Barbican isn’t a place normally associated with the intimate 
              art of Lieder, but this concert was unusual. It was a very well 
              planned and erudite programme featuring Schubert’s songs in the 
              context they were written rather than as individual stand-alones. 
              Relatively little is known outside specialist circles about 
              Singspiele and the tradition of songs placed in narrative groups 
              but it was certainly prominent in the late 18th and 
              early 19th centuries.  Schumann’s Der Rose 
              Pilgerfahrt and Brahms' Die Schöne Magelöne are two 
              well-known later examples.
              
              Goethe did much to foster the genre, so it was appropriate that 
              the programme started with settings of songs from Goethe’s epic 
              Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre. Each of these songs is familiar.  
              Although they weren’t all written as a unit, placing them together 
              highlights the connection to the novel.  Thus, Bostridge started 
              with the songs of Wilhelm Meister  Der Harfner, 
              the homeless harp player with a tragic, mysterious past.  That’s 
              why these songs are desolate.  Wer nie sein Brot mit Tränen aß
              , “He who has never eaten his bread with tears” is never going 
              to understand fate. Here, context mattered and Bostridge’s focus 
              was on characterising the Harfner, in all his anguish.  This made 
              the Mignon songs that followed seem all the more attractive, as 
              they should, for Mignon is the angelic child who brings light to 
              the Harfner’s painful existence.  Röschmann’s clear, high timbre 
              is warmed by an earthy sensuality, which one might say isn’t 
              echt-Mignon, but which adds to the charm.  Mignon is, after 
              all, the Harfner’s daughter by his half-sister,  Sensuality lurks, 
              hidden, but it’s the “cause” of the whole story.  It was also good 
              to hear the D 478 songs together with the D877 songs because there 
              are many musical and textual parallels betweeb them.   
              Despite her youth, Mignon is also haunted by gloom.  The set ends 
              with the famous Kennst du as Land.  Although written before 
              the Mignon songs, the song opens out the group, so to speak, 
              drawing the narrative back to the beginning, to Italy, and to a 
              happier time before the tragedy began.  This was a very literate 
              choice of material indeed.
              
              Quasthoff’s choice was more audience-friendly, particularly as it 
              changed the mood of the Harfner/Mignon world.  Normans Gesang 
              is red blooded Walter Scott, a jaunty ballad, and nothing, but 
              nothing, can upstage Erlkönig.  Quasthoff’s voice is 
              perhaps at its peak these days, for his always magisterial low 
              register is particularly deep and rich. This was impressive 
              indeed, particularly Grenzen der Menschheit, a Quasthoff 
              staple, and for good reason.  I’ve heard him sing these songs with 
              much greater character and intensity, but to do that on this 
              occasion would have distorted the overall spirit of this 
              programme, which sets songs in the context of ensemble. Although 
              Quasthoff may love singing jazz, his is a voice meant for much 
              more than Tony Bennett material.
              
              Then the programme transported us back to the intimate  
              friendly world of the Schubertiades.  Schubert’s birthday ensemble 
              for Michael Vogel isn’t “great art” by any means, but it it’s 
              there to remind us of the context in which the composer wrote.  
              Schubert’s contemporaries knew their literature and enjoyed the 
              songs in informal recital.  It was a bit disconcerting to me, at 
              least, that Quasthoff berated the audience twice, in no uncertain 
              terms, for coughing. It’s January, and it happens.  I really can’t 
              imagine Schubert making such an issue.
              
              Fortunately the mood lightened up after the interval.  First we 
              had more songs, written separately, but performed together, this 
              time from Goethe’s Faust.  Der König in Thule is so 
              well known that it’s rarely heard in context.  Here we hear why 
              Goethe has Gretchen sing the old ballad before she discovers she’s 
              been betrayed by Faust : the king was faithful unto death, as 
              Gretchen will be.  The relentless “spinning” in Gretchen am 
              Spinnrade reflects her personality, as well as the movement of 
              the spinning wheel. It’s an early song, written around the time 
              Schubert wrote his Szene aus Faust. This was an occasion 
              for Julius Drake to indulge in some highly coloured playing.  
              Again, this grouping was a joy, as hearing the individual songs in 
              context enhanced the impact once more.
              
              The programme returned  a second time to the world of the 
              Schubertiades with Licht und Liebe, a delightful, 
              effervescent bit of fluff, and the much loved Der 
              Hochzeitsbraten, to a poem by Schubert’s roué friend Franz von 
              Schober.  Therese and Theobald go poaching to get something for 
              their wedding feast.  They aren’t very good at it and are caught, 
              but the landowner lets them off with much goodwill.   It’s an 
              excuse for plenty of good-humoured banter and funny noise effects, 
              but there’s some neat ensemble writing, such as the variations on 
              the words “Horch, Horch!” and “Ich will…ich muss”. It’s 
              hilarious.  For a moment, we’re transported to the more innocent 
              world of the early 19th century with its cosy 
              informality and sense of fun.
              
              Later, the world of Singspiele found new life in the work of Kurt 
              Weill and others. Sophie Daneman 
              and Bostridge gave a separate late-night concert of works by 
              Weill, Cole Porter and Noel Coward, showing how the idea of 
              story-telling songs continued on into the 20th century.
              
              
              Anne Ozorio
              
 
