Normally I’m skeptical 
                of compositions with speech, since they 
                can be difficult to want to hear over 
                and over again. Although Copland’s A 
                Lincoln Portrait has its moments, 
                I feel that I’m hearing a lecture. Recently 
                I had the pleasure of hearing Esa-Pekka 
                Salonen’s tribute to the architect Frank 
                Gehry, Wing on Wing, a fascinating 
                work that incorporates fragments of 
                Gehry’s actual comments talking about 
                the new Disney Concert Hall. Steve Reich’s 
                early works such as Come Out 
                and It’s Gonna Rain are some 
                of the few I can recall in which words 
                actually cross over and are transformed 
                into music. 
              
 
              
All this is to say 
                that, despite some initial skepticism, 
                I found this new recording unexpectedly 
                captivating. It is essentially the result 
                of a close collaboration between the 
                outstanding Paul Griffiths (former chief 
                music critic for The New York Times), 
                who did the words, contemporary cello 
                advocate Frances-Marie Uitti who composed 
                the music, and recording producer Manfred 
                Eicher, who apparently provided the 
                place and encouragement for all this 
                interaction to occur. 
              
 
              
As a sample, here is 
                the first of the seventeen pieces, one 
                of the shorter ones. It is typical of 
                Griffiths’ quiet, sober introspective 
                outlook: 
              
 
              
              I cannot remember what hope I may have 
              held out that things would be other than 
              they are 
              I cannot remember what reason I could 
              have had for such a hope 
              I cannot remember that there was a reason 
              at all 
              I cannot remember what thoughts may have 
              been in my mind on this one of all 
              
 
              
I first became acquainted 
                with Ms. Uitti’s talent back in the 
                1990s, in a New York recital of music 
                by Giacinto Scelsi, a haunting but extreme 
                composer whose explorations of single 
                notes and minute details are either 
                fascinating or maddening. (I usually 
                vote for the former.) Here Uitti produces 
                a lovely, warmly ingratiating sound 
                that gives these works every opportunity 
                to sit in the brain and be pondered 
                over. Mr. Griffiths recites these texts 
                with quiet, thoughtful expressiveness, 
                while Ms. Uitti’s passionate cello provides 
                an often more intense counterpoint. 
                For example, consider the second part, 
                think of that day, in which Griffiths’ 
                voice becomes more calm and resolute, 
                while Uitti’s cello line simultaneously 
                ascends and grows ever more passionate, 
                almost piercingly so. Each of the pieces 
                uses calm, carefully placed syllables, 
                almost deadpan in delivery, interwoven 
                with Uitti’s often overwhelmingly emotional 
                playing. If at almost an hour, one’s 
                interest in the collaboration flags 
                a bit, this is still a worthwhile experiment 
                that will probably give pleasure to 
                either fans of the cellist or those 
                who enjoy Griffiths’ mellifluous voice. 
              
 
              
The sound is exemplary 
                – clear and unforced, as is ECM’s bent. 
                The booklet is filled with ECM’s typically 
                beautiful layout and photographs, in 
                their serene house style. 
              
Bruce Hodges