On 10 October 2008, Stockhausen was commemorated at the Royal
                Conservatoire in The Hague with the dedication of one of the
                electronic studios, and a performance of his final, monumental
                electronic work 
Cosmic Pulses. As the lights went back
                up on a stunned audience, the first, acutely dismissive remark
                made to me by a former colleague who shall remain nameless was, “…he
                pretty much lost it after 
Trans anyway…” This
                is the sort of dichotomy which has surrounded Stockhausen for
                as long as I can remember. This ranges from the literal effect
                of his music, to the kind of response one has to his grandiose
                and visionary attitude to the creation of his music, leading
                to one commentary of the magnum opus opera project 
Licht as
                being “an act of gigantic egomania.” 
                
                More has been written about Stockhausen than can be comfortably
                accommodated in your average municipal library and I don’t
                plan on contributing my thoughts and experiences here, other
                than to acknowledge the significance Stockhausen has had on all
                our perceptions of music whether we realise it or not. There
                is a kind of dichotomy in the programme on this double CD as
                well. There may be some pleasant surprises later on, but anyone
                anticipating ‘difficulties’ with Stockhausen will
                probably have their expectations realised with the earlier works
                on this set. 
                
                
Zyklus has become a classic of percussion repertoire.
                Written as a test piece for a percussion competition it has been
                recorded numerous times, though Tristan Fry’s excellent
                performance has for a long time been the standard to which other
                players aspire. Played from a graphic score, the work itself
                is much as you might expect, with plenty of virtuoso hitting
                of various tuned and un-tuned percussion instruments. Interesting
                gestures such as glissandi on the marimba render that particular
                tuned instrument into an effect, but where individual notes and
                melodic fragments do occur they shine through like islands of
                brightness. As ever with this kind of piece, the spectacle of
                seeing it performed is half the fun, but for percussion students
                it will be a fine thing to have this recording easily available
                once more. 
                
                The two 
Spiral pieces differ in performers, the first
                being ‘played’ by Harald Bojé, and the second
                being a version prepared by Peter Eötvös. This is the
                piece which was heard over 1,300 times at the spherical German
                pavilion at Expo ’70 in Osaka, and from these two different
                performances you gain an impression of the almost random nature
                of the music. The material is partially derived from short-wave
                radios, which ‘leak’ broadcast fragments as well
                as creating various sounds such as Morse signals, and a wide
                variety of sound textures such as static and sliding sine waves.
                The sounds are processed and manipulated through space in a way
                which is only really hinted at in these stereo recordings - such
                works really need a surround speaker setup to give their true
                spatial effect. For me, these pieces work best when the material
                is pared down to almost static sound fields, out of which haunting
                musical moments emerge. Created for Expo ‘70, 
Pole introduces
                a two player element into the mix, and if your right ear can
                get beyond the penetrating high sine waves near the beginning
                then you will hear how fascinating chamber-music elements occur
                as the two players respond to each others’ sounds. 
                
                CD 2 opens with a continuation of the 1971 Abbey Road recording
                session. 
Japan is a fairly meditative expanse of electronic
                sounds, with the colours of low percussion and the ‘ping’ of
                woodblocks adding punctuation to a fascinating landscape of the
                imagination. Even when the intensity rises over the arc of the
                piece’s time-span, the sense of contemplative silence is
                never entirely absent. 
Wach, like 
Japan, comes
                from a set of 17 pieces written between 1968 and 1971 entitled 
Für
                kommende Zeiten. These scores are abstract in the extreme,
                and as much to do with the working processes that Stockhausen
                had in mind at the time rather than anything that can be ‘read’ in
                a conventional sense today. In this way, these recordings are
                an authentic artefact of something comparable to ‘authentic’ early
                music interpretation. The music may seem to have a strange remoteness
                and a language which is hard to interpret, but this must have
                something to do with the very personal nature of the composer’s
                intentions, and the unique synthesis between composer and performer.
                This may amount to improvisation of a certain kind, but the best
                and most spontaneous performances sound like improvisation: the
                only difference here is that the players are being guided by
                Stockhausen rather than Schütz. 
                
                I first encountered 
Tierkreis as the B-side of the 1977
                DG recording of 
Musik im Bauch. These were the little
                pieces for each sign of the Zodiac made for music boxes, and
                on this recording they appear in one of their numerous arrangements
                - this time for trumpet and organ. I still like the intimate
                charm of those music boxes best, but the musical material lends
                itself well to the colour of the organ, and Markus Stockhausen’s
                trumpet sings or speaks the different character sketches with
                maximum empathy. Unlike the electronic works, these pieces often
                owe as much to the tonal worlds of Genzmer or Hindemith, and
                present an entirely different facet of Stockhausen’s musical
                character. 
                
                
Im Freundschaft was conceived as a solo piece playable
                on different instruments, but originally for clarinet. There
                are many aspects of this piece which may or may not help an appreciation,
                such as the so-called “special art of listening”,
                which has to do with a discovery of the various layers of Stockhausen’s
                method of “horizontal polyphony”. To my mind, this
                is not particularly difficult music, though its strange extended
                or repetitive trills and often fragmented and angular impression
                may leave many listeners cold. 
                
                As with so much of Stockhausen’s work, the strong theatrical
                and often physical elements in performance are almost entirely
                lost in a recording, as well as much of that powerful sense of
                music being created ‘on the spot’. With all of the
                pieces in this classic collection, a mindset open to experiencing
                music in a different way than to mere consumption is something
                of a requirement. Patience may reward however, and in the words
                of the composer, “…there is always hope!”
                
                
Dominy Clements