Richard Strauss’s Alpine Symphony represents his most 
                    elaborate orchestral setting. It employs a huge orchestra 
                    with eight horns seated within the orchestra and twelve more 
                    offstage, plus thunder and wind machines, cowbells and celesta 
                    and organ as well as significantly augmented woodwinds. 
                      
                    His Alpine ascent is a nature lover’s guide without any philosophical 
                    underpinnings although we know that he was a follower of Nietzsche 
                    - as was Delius whose composition, Song of the High Hills, 
                    is very similar in tone. 
                      
                    There have been numerous recordings of this inflated but glorious 
                    work, notably by Karajan with the Berlin Philharmonic and 
                    Antoni Wit on Naxos, but Jansons’ reading is spectacular - 
                    wonderfully atmospheric and vividly evocative. His Alpine 
                    climb is a joyful, life-enhancing experience, embracing the 
                    beauty of nature, the traveler uplifted by intimations of 
                    magnificent high vistas, and vicariously thrilled by the vivid 
                    implications of nature’s potential terrors in a hostile environment. 
                    The stunning surround-sound is a major contributory factor. 
                    
                      
                    The opening marks a dawning with mistiness implied in the 
                    lower orchestra, giving way to brighter figurations as the 
                    sun rises preluding a glorious day with perfect weather for 
                    the ascent. And so the music progresses, optimistic and heroic 
                    as we climb through lower flower-strewn meadows and forests 
                    through snow and ice to the summit. Granite-like figures constantly 
                    remind us of the grandeur and forbidding nature of the mountain. 
                    
                      
                    Leo Samama’s notes, almost a musical travel guide are very 
                    helpful. The music is divided into 23 cues for ease of reference 
                    with Samama’s commentary. I was amused by his parting shot: 
                    “Strauss once remarked matter-of-factly. ‘I wish to give music 
                    as a cow gives milk.’” 
                      
                    Don Juan was Richard Strauss’s first major success; 
                    its fire and passion irresistible. Strauss’s view of the Don 
                    is unquestionably romantic. Unlike Mozart’s questionable figure, 
                    this Don Juan is a model for *Errol Flynn, a misunderstood 
                    swashbuckling hero, his charms so alluring to women. Strauss’s 
                    Don Juan, is eternally optimistic, he hops from bed 
                    to bed, swaggers from fight to fight in his impossible search 
                    for the ideal woman; but each time he is destined to be disappointed. 
                    In the end, disillusioned and in despair, he allows himself, 
                    we feel, to be bested in his last swordfight. 
                      
                    Jansons’ reading underlines all the languor and heady, perfumed 
                    atmosphere of the boudoir, the Don’s seductions and ultimately 
                    his world-weariness and disillusion. The swashbuckling elements 
                    are unrestrained and exciting although on occasion, particularly 
                    in the early pages, I would have preferred those horn-calls 
                    to have been that shade more thrusting and thrilling but this 
                    is a minor carp.  There are many fine readings of this symphonic 
                    poem. For me the best are from Karajan and, best of all, Reiner’s 
                    supremely erotic and thrilling 1954 account with his Chicago 
                    orchestra. 
                      
                    [*In fact Errol Flynn made a successful self-mocking film 
                    The Adventures of Don Juan in 1949 with, by 
                    the way, an excellent score by Max Steiner (with other film 
                    scores for Errol Flynn on RCA VICTOR GD80912). Also, with 
                    film music in mind, readers might be impressed with Victor 
                    Young’s score for the 1952 M-G-M swashbuckler Scaramouche 
                    (based on the novel by Rafael Sabatini) that starred Stewart 
                    Granger and Mel Ferrer and included probably the longest and 
                    most spectacular sword fight in movie history.  Young’s score, 
                    recorded on Marco 
                    Polo 8.223607 - was a very clever pastiche of Richard 
                    Strauss’s Don Juan.] 
                       
                    A stunning Alpine ascent and a robust and opulent Don 
                    Juan. I have a 2009 Recording Of The Year choice 
                    already! 
                      
                    Ian Lace 
                  Comment received from Martin Walker
                  
                    Ian Lace writes: "His Alpine ascent is a nature lover’s 
                    guide without any philosophical underpinnings although we 
                    know that he was a follower of Nietzsche - as was Delius whose 
                    composition, Song of the High Hills, is very similar in tone." 
                    It may cast a different light on any performance, including 
                    this one, to know that in fact the Alpensinfonie does have 
                    philosophical - and biographical - underpinnings. It was originally 
                    titled "Der Antichrist", referring to Nietzsche's 
                    polemic of 1888, representing an attempt to show how in attaining 
                    the pure air of the lonely heights of moral autonomy and leaving 
                    behind the undergrowth of Christian civilisation man (the 
                    Übermensch) must experience the cleansing force of the 
                    thunderstorm and other natural forces symbolising the dangers 
                    of freedom. The work also has a secret hero, the Swiss painter 
                    and passionate mountain climber Karl Stauffer, who committed 
                    suicide in Florence in 1891 after his imprisonment for adultery 
                    with the wife of a leading Swiss citizen. Strauss decided 
                    not to make reference to biographical details in his work, 
                    but it is not impossible to feel the ending as a kind of death, 
                    a "Freitod" (a free death) as one of the German 
                    terms has it - the other term, full of the "Moralinsäure" 
                    (moralising acid) hated by Nietzsche, being "Selbstmord" 
                    (self-murder, as Hamlet also puts it). Perhaps it is an occasion 
                    for a re-appraisal of Strauss to understand his sympathy for 
                    Nietzsche's words in the Anti-Christ about "the courage 
                    to investigate what is forbidden; the predestination for the 
                    labyrinth. An experience made out of seven lonelinesses. New 
                    ears for new music" - and further: "One must be 
                    practised to live on mountains - to see the pitiful topical 
                    chatter of politics and the egotism of peoples far below one. 
                    One must have become indifferent, one must never ask whether 
                    truth is useful or might even be fatal to oneself." 
                    I found the performance I heard of the Alpine symphony by 
                    the Ensemble Modern at a series of Lachenmann concerts in 
                    Frankfurt a couple of years ago reflected the daring, the 
                    tumult, the final cession of life-spirits without all the 
                    jolly nature wonders that programme writers have been eager 
                    to plaster over the work and its tragic background.