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              Robert and Clara Schumann, Mahler, Horovitz, Elgar, Gurney, 
              Clarke, Nelson and Hoiby: 
              
              Catherine Wyn-Rogers 
              (mezzo soprano), Roger Vignoles (piano) Wigmore Hall, London 
              22.4.2008 (JPr)
              
              
              
              
              Great evenings seems to be following me around at the moment; 
              after already perhaps hearing my concert of the year I can make 
              the distinction and suggest this was finest ‘recital’ I have heard 
              for some while. In two contrasting halves, thirteen Rückert poems 
              set by Robert and Clara Schumann and Mahler  were followed by a 
              scena and songs, which if not exactly British, at least were 
              all in English and mostly from the twentieth century.
              
              
              Friedrich Rückert (1788-1866) was born in Bavaria and studied 
              classical languages and literature at the universities of Würzburg, 
              Heidelberg and Jena. From 1811 he lectured at the University of 
              Jena, and after 1819 devoted himself primarily to Oriental studies 
              at the Erlangen University (1826-1841), and until he retired, at 
              the Berlin University (1841-1848). His poetry, almost unrivalled 
              in German literature, first attracted attention in 1814 when his
              Geharnischte Sonette (Demanding Sonnets) appeared. These 
              were inspired by the War of Liberation against the French, a time 
              when Napoleon’s military power was in decline, and these patriotic 
              poems were hugely popular. Rückert's most popular love poems 
              appeared in the collection Liebesfrühling (Love in 
              Springtime, 1844), while Kindertotenlieder (Songs on the 
              Death of Children, 1872), published posthumously, contains 425 
              poems that are eloquent expressions of the grief of a father after 
              two of his children die in only sixteen days. Among the best of
              
              Rückert's 
              works are his aphorisms, Die Weisheit des Brahmanen 
              (1836-1839; The Wisdom of the Brahman, 1882). About 1,100 of 
              Rückert’s poems have been set to music, notably as sung here by
              
              Robert and Clara Schumann 
              and, of course, Gustav Mahler.
              
              Two of the finest of the Robert Schumann group were Mein 
              schöner Stern! (My lovely star!) and Zum Schluss (At 
              the last). The former is seemingly otherworldly but hints at dark 
              forces at work within the composer,  whilst the latter has a 
              soft elegiac quality to it. In all these songs Ms Wyn-Rogers’ 
              excellent German diction and her ability to use the words to 
              create the emotion of each songs, whether it is radiance, 
              introspection, love or loss, was emphatic.
              
              Robert Schumann famously wrote to Clara early in 1840 ‘Perhaps you 
              think that since I compose so much, you can be idle. Come on write 
              a song! Once you’ve begun, you won’t be able to drag yourself 
              away. It’s far too enticing.’ Due to health reasons she could not 
              comply with his wishes until about June 1841. Of the four sung in 
              this recital the most interesting were Er ist gekommen (He 
              came in storm and rain) which was agitated both in the 
              accompaniment and vocal line. Here particularly,  the 
              sensitivity and lightness of touch of her pianist Roger Vignoles 
              was an essential ingredient of a beautifully interpreted song,  
              as it was often throughout the splendid evening.
              
              In was interesting to compare Clara Schumann’s setting of 
              
              
              Liebst du um Schönheit 
              with the Mahler version that Ms Wyn-Rogers sang soon afterwards. 
              Richard Stokes’s programme note claims that Clara's is ‘more than 
              a match for Mahler's’. Whilst undoubtedly it is a fine song it is 
              more reflective and questioning than Mahler’s more famous version. 
              For Clara the emphasis is ‘I shall love you ever more’ 
              compared to Mahler’s more insistent ‘I shall love you
              …’. (Richard 
              Stokes writes that Mahler hid the poem for Alma to find in 
              Siegfried; actually, according to Alma’s earliest 
              recollections it was Die Walküre and its seems that she 
              changed her mind later.))
              
              Perhaps I did just miss a little stillness and repose that might 
              be there in Um Mitternacht as Ms Wyn-Rogers made an 
              incredible dramatic statement out of this doleful poem. 
              Nevertheless, with a notably and dreamily, honey-toned, Ich 
              atmet’ einen linden Duft (I breathed a gentle fragrance) and  
              in Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen (I am lost to the 
              world) she brought a spirituality to her singing that could only 
              come from deep with herself. She is one of the best interpreters 
              of Mahler’s songs currently available and this brought an 
              emotional end to the first half of the recital.
              
              
              In the presence of the composer, now in his eighties, the second 
              half began with
              
              Joseph Horovitz's 
              Lady Macbeth - A Scena sung as a showcase not so much for Ms 
              Wyn-Rogers’ undoubted vocal art, burnished mezzo tones and 
              exquisite breath control, as for her great dramatic gifts: and 
              this undoubtedly set the scene, as it were, for what was to 
              follow. Her depiction of mental fragility and a clear descent in 
              madness just prior to singing ‘Out, damned spot! Out, I say!’ was 
              worthy of the Globe and not just Wigmore Hall.
              
              This unique mixture of convincing drama allied to the singer’s 
              natural charisma and grace continued through many of the remaining 
              songs on this programme. There was a poignant Speak Music,  a 
              setting by Edward Elgar of a poem by A. C. Benson, once Master of 
              Magdalene College  but now better known for writing the words 
              of Land of Hope and Glory for Clara Butt, to the tune of 
              Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance No.1 This harked back more to 
              the Schumann songs of the mid-nineteenth century than to the 
              Mahler ones of 1901 barely a year before Speak Music was 
              composed. There followed two songs by Ivor Gurney  who like 
              Robert Schumann, spent time in a mental hospital. The first was 
              Thou dost delight my eyes and the second,  a 1917 setting 
              of the verses 
              
              Even such is time,  
              reputed to have been written by Sir Walter Raleigh  on the 
              eve of his execution in 1618. Ms Wyn-Rogers sang the concluding 
              line ‘My God shall raise me up, I trust’ with ecstatic fervour and 
              beauty.
              
              The final three songs and the well-deserved encore were by four 
              composers less well-known to me. First there were three very 
              singular settings; Rebecca Clarke’s 1942 The donkey to 
              words by G. K. Chesterton. This is an account of Palm Sunday and 
              here there was that donkey heard hee-hawing in the piano and a 
              very inward, almost spiritual, ‘And palms before my feet’ sung 
              after a wonderfully sustained note on ‘ears’.
              
              Havelock Nelson's 1985
              Dirty Work was delicately humorous and Ms Wyn-Rogers 
              laughed as Maria Jane gave her neighbours poisoned tea and 
              ‘watched them drink it down’. Lee Hoiby’s setting of 
              Jabberwocky to Lewis Carroll’s words is full of theatricality  
              - both in the piano where you hear a skipping child  - and in 
              the singer’s performance where she almost made those 
              young-at-heart in the audience believe there was a Jabberwock in 
              the Wigmore Hall. The outcome of this song was perhaps greater 
              than the sum of its parts.
              
              There was enthusiastic applause from the audience for the official 
              end of the concert and the audience was rewarded with a final 
              song, Thomas Dunhill’s The Cloths of Heaven sung 
              with great sensitivity and an inner light that was a feature of 
              Catherine Wyn-Rogers’ splendid recital.
              
              In the Wigmore Hall programme there was a page about an appeal to 
              be launched this summer for more funds to secure the future of 
              this concert venue. Regrettably this evening given by one of 
              Britain’s foremost singers was not a sell-out which begs the 
              question of whether  audiences exist to sustain the sort of 
              scheduling that Wigmore Hall currently offers. Perhaps like other 
              smaller venues such as St. John’s Smith Square,  Wigmore Hall 
              must face up to the realism that it cannot have something on every 
              evening. It may also need  to make greater efforts to build 
              up a new, younger, audience to fill its small auditorium most 
              evenings. Only then will it actually have a future.
Jim Pritchard
