Richard Wernick was a pupil of a number of distinguished 
          talents – Ernst Toch, Aaron Copland and Boris Blacher amongst them. 
          He was himself a teacher for nearly thirty years at the University of 
          Chicago; not that there is anything remotely academic or didactic about 
          these two strongly characterised and powerfully argued concertos. As 
          Bernard Jacobson’s notes judiciously aver Wernick’s music fuses technical 
          expertise and a highly personalised use of tonal and near tonal elements. 
          Structurally individual as well, Wernick’s concertos resist confident 
          critical judgement. He belongs to no convenient "school" and 
          his often rough hewn and angular music is full of the most impressive 
          sonorities and conjunctions. 
        
  
        
The Piano Concerto was composed between 1989 
          and 1990, commissioned by the National Symphony Orchestra of Washington 
          and Mstislav Rostropovich – and it was premiered by them and by Lambert 
          Orkis in February 1991. A complex fantasia first movement ("Tintinnabula 
          Academiae Musicae") opens with some viciously saturnine trombones 
          contrasted with the solo piano’s almost pointillist displacements before 
          some resolute and decisive rhythmic attacks. By some way the longest 
          of the three movements it gathers itself in intensity and complexity 
          and by the time of its final peroration the orchestra has grown impressively 
          stentorian, with brass dominant, percussion strong and the piano taking 
          an ever more expansive role. The slow movement is static, rather romantic, 
          with Mahlerian hints, bedecked with some rather keeningly expressive 
          orchestral solos. The middle section however, in utter contrast, is 
          fractious and active, insinuating with percussive drive before a sense 
          of dappled calm returns, flecked and rapturous and yearning. The brisk 
          finale ("Réjouissance") is ebullient, with virtuoso 
          percussion and driving, unstoppable culminatory spirit. 
        
  
        
The Violin Concerto was written a few years 
          earlier, in 1984, and was premiered in 1986 by Gregory Fulkerson with 
          the Philadelphia Orchestra and Riccardo Muti. Wernick, something of 
          a master of oppositional trajectory, sets up nervous energy in profusion 
          in the first movement – in which the edgy solo violin is contrasted 
          with the assured orchestral responses. The massed orchestra is more 
          powerful, slow moving and less nimble than the protagonist who, finally, 
          at the short movement’s conclusion has the last, decisive word. In the 
          slow movement – the longest at over twelve minutes – Wernick explores 
          incremental changes of texture and tempo, discovering moments of almost 
          spectral intensity, assailed, but never consumed, by the orchestra’s 
          jabbing, baleful brass. The finale follows immediately from the involved 
          complexity of the slow movement. It’s tough, pungent, rhythmically exultant 
          but attempting to resolve thematic material previously left unresolved. 
          It is intriguing that the full-scale cadenza toward the end of the work 
          is not at all experimental but firmly in "The Tradition". 
          It seems in some oblique way to recognise some hierarchical place in 
          the syntax of the concerto form in which to explore thematic material. 
          And it does so in a confirmatory and affirmatory way, drawing together 
          strands that lead satisfactorily to the conclusion of the work. 
        
Wernick uses dissonant counterpoint; his rhythms are 
          dramatic and driving; his orchestration is colourful, his lineage eclectic, 
          his gift for oppositions, for characterisation strong. These are tough 
          works in many ways and I wouldn’t want to pretend otherwise, but they 
          are creatively tough and journey with intense drama and feeling. 
        
Jonathan Woolf