Harold Wright (1927-1993) was principal clarinettist 
                  of the Casals Festival Orchestra for seven seasons, then for 
                  a further seventeen seasons took part in the Marlboro Festival 
                  with Rudolph Serkin. From 1970 he was principal clarinettist 
                  of the Boston Symphony Orchestra but also a regular collaborator 
                  in chamber music groups in leading US Festivals. In the course 
                  of his career he worked alongside most of the leading musicians 
                  of the day, and clarinettists will readily testify that a finer 
                  player never lived. In view of this the records are not exactly 
                  numerous. All the more reason to be grateful for the present 
                  offering, which should be enough to preserve his name for ever 
                  more. 
                
 
                
I recently 
                  had to write about an Arte Nova disc by Ralph Manno and 
                  Alfred Perl in which practically everything was wrong that could 
                  be. Listen to Wright launch the first Sonata with a sublime 
                  simplicity of phrasing, at a tempo which gives him all the time 
                  he needs to express the music yet with enough lift to carry 
                  him through to the end of the movement, and somehow you know 
                  you’re getting the truth about the music. Peter Serkin has at 
                  times been accused of trying to establish a personal identity 
                  by doing things differently from his father no matter what the 
                  result, and there a few hints in this opening movement that 
                  he would like to be a little more rhapsodic. But he is also 
                  known to be a superbly responsive chamber musician, and he quickly 
                  understands what Wright is after and settles down to be a perfect 
                  partner. A certain boxiness in the acoustics of the hall initially 
                  gives the impression that he is bass-heavy in climaxes, but 
                  again, he quickly adjusts and this ceased to trouble me after 
                  the first few minutes. The recording is more than adequate to 
                  preserve Wright’s tone, which is sweet and round yet with a 
                  substance to it, and capable of infinite gradations of pianos 
                  and pianissimos. His breath control is seemingly unlimited. 
                  To maintain the "Andante un poco adagio" of this first 
                  Sonata at a properly slow tempo but with a sense of rocking 
                  movement that never lets it become becalmed sounds so easy when 
                  it is done like this (sample 1); many musicians live their lives 
                  out without achieving it. Or to enter with the finale’s theme 
                  in such a gently chuckling way as to bring a lump to the listener’s 
                  throat (sample 2); there is a lifetime’s experience combined 
                  here with the freshness of first discovery. 
                
 
                
This is very late Brahms; only the "Four 
                  Serious Songs" and the virtually-completed Chorale-Preludes 
                  for organ remained to be written. Somehow Brahms, a heavy-headed 
                  sage in his youth, grew younger with the passing years, achieving 
                  a sublime simplicity in the opening movement of the second Sonata 
                  that remains a thing to be wondered at, even by his own standards. 
                  As does the no less sublime simplicity (sorry to keep repeating 
                  this phrase, but what else can I say?) of this performance of 
                  it (sample 3). 
                
 
                
Since the Schumann pieces find Wright and Serkin 
                  fully alert to the composer’s intertwining of melody between 
                  the two partners it should be evident that this is a disc which, 
                  even if the sound was not quite state-of-the-art even ten years 
                  ago, cannot be missed by anyone who cares about either Brahms 
                  or about the clarinet. By chance, I heard it on the same day 
                  as the Menuhin group’s recording of the Brahms B flat Sextet 
                  (CDE 
                  5 74957 2). Recordings like these, by musicians with 
                  links that go back to traditions of music-making that are fast 
                  disappearing, should be heard again and again by those musicians 
                  who are learning their craft today, not so as to clone them, 
                  but so as to understand and preserve some of the humanity which 
                  went into the making of them. 
                
                  Christopher Howell