It must have been 
                    1986 when, believe it or not, I had lunch with Hans Werner 
                    Henze. A student at the RAM, I was member of the last of a 
                    sequence of scruffy bunches of composition students to take 
                    masterclasses with the great man at a mews flat just over 
                    the road from Harrod’s. The great man regularly took breaks 
                    to stand and partake of the fresh air wafting in from an open 
                    pair of French windows. It turned out that he and some friends 
                    had enjoyed some incredible quantity of wine the evening before, 
                    and so it wasn’t long before – much to my delight – we were 
                    joining the great man in a ‘hair of the dog’ gin and tonic 
                    before, as the last group of the day, being invited to stay 
                    for lunch. With our collectively lamentable ignorance I’m 
                    afraid this unforgettable day is forever stamped with an indelible 
                    vacuity of insightful anecdote. I seem to remember my student 
                    colleagues were somewhat dismissive of my quasi-minimal attempts 
                    of the time, but the great man was interested and sympathetic 
                    - I had trouble getting performances even then - and as a 
                    result he can do no wrong for this reviewer.
                  Fortunately for 
                    me the great man has become even greater, and as the new century 
                    progresses, it is increasingly easier to measure Henze’s stature 
                    as a composer for our times. Having experienced the nightmare 
                    of war as a youth he matured swiftly, and the first Violin 
                    Concerto sounds as fresh and convincing now as it must have 
                    sounded modern and avant-garde in its day. Henze admits to 
                    having had great difficulties with the work, but every aspect 
                    of it is impressively satisfying as a whole: the orchestration 
                    is varied and colourful, the solo violin part idiomatic and 
                    laden with emotionally charged meaning. This is no superficially 
                    virtuoso concerto, but a deeply personal statement on the 
                    ugliness of war and the triumph of sensitivity and the human 
                    spirit conveyed by some beautiful lines in the solo violin.
                  Peter Sheppard 
                    Skærved has a long association with Henze’s work, and his 
                    playing is completely at home in all of the pieces on this 
                    disc. His technical mastery and deep understanding of the 
                    composer’s world transmit a sense of confidence - the Dutch 
                    word ‘vanzelfsprekend’ sums this up - which should remove 
                    many difficulties for the listener. To be sure, this music 
                    will not be everybody’s cup of tea, but educating the ear 
                    to accept the language of another can be a joyous experience, 
                    and recordings such as this provide an ideal opportunity for 
                    widening one’s horizons.
                  The third Violin 
                    Concerto, written fifty years after the first, sits easily 
                    with its youthful partner on this disc. Henze’s musical language 
                    has always maintained an uncompromising individuality, and 
                    this is apparent in both works. The third concerto does however 
                    bristle with allusions to composers on whose shoulders Henze 
                    is standing – continuing an ancient and traditional musical 
                    form in a completely modern context. Alban Berg is one of 
                    the most recognisable references. I also sense a fleeting 
                    relationship with Tippett or Britten at some moments, and 
                    momentary glimpses, like the flash of a camera, reveal Beethoven, 
                    Wagner, Corelli and even Bach as Henze’s playmates in corners 
                    of this fascinating work. 
                  The concerto has 
                    Thomas Mann’s epic Dr. Faustus as its starting point, 
                    and each movement refers to in some way to the imaginary violin 
                    concerto of Adrian Leverkühn which appears, described in detail 
                    in the novel. Henze makes no attempt to follow the analysis 
                    of the piece as it appears in the book, but each movement 
                    has a title which clearly alludes to characters in the story. 
                    Henze’s engagement with German literature is an ongoing theme 
                    in his work, and the result here is a magnificently romantic 
                    monument to the passions and tragedies which occupied those 
                    true giants of the arts – Goethe, Mann, Beethoven, Mahler. 
                    The symphonic orchestra is enriched with tuned percussion, 
                    piano, celesta, harp – and Henze is fully awake to the associations 
                    which each instrument conjures. 
                  The ‘filler’ is 
                    a set of ‘Five Night Pieces,’ written especially for Peter 
                    Sheppard Skærved and Aaron Shorr. Kept awake by rowdy locals 
                    at a Caribbean holiday location, Henze ended up working on 
                    these ‘Notturni’ as a way to use those hours of insomnia productively. 
                    These are spare or concise, atmospheric or persuasively penetrating 
                    creations, with an almost Webernesque sense of serialism in 
                    places. Henze slyly refers to the violinist’s name in two 
                    movements titled Hirtenlieder or Shepherd’s song, but 
                    these pieces are by no means bagatelle miniatures.
                  Naxos once again 
                    ticks all of the boxes with this release. Performances and 
                    recordings are top notch, and Naxos has something of a coup 
                    with both dedicatees of the Fünf Nachtstücke on board. 
                    The Saarbrücken Radio Symphony Orchestra under Christopher 
                    Lyndon-Gee is committed and expert, and I can think of no 
                    complaints with any aspect of this production. Violin concertos 
                    are an attractive proposition, and while listeners shouldn’t 
                    expect the easy ride of a Samuel Barber or transparent filigree 
                    of a Dutilleux, they can count on having some seriously emotional 
                    meat on the bones of this traditional form. G&Ts all round!
                  Dominy Clements
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