It’s sobering to reflect that it’s nearly a quarter of a century ago that Eliot Fisk, and Paula Robison, collaborated on this album for MusicMasters. It appears in Nimbus livery now, bearing the original 54 minute timing of an LP, though that shouldn’t especially worry the admirers, in particular, of the fecund Fisk. Good performances don’t date, and it’s hardly feasible to add anything to an established programme such as this.
The centrepiece of the programme is taken by Robert Beaser’s Mountain Songs whose fondness for Appalachian songs is palpable. Many will recognise English, Irish and Scottish ballads transplanted into a Newfoundland land. Barbara Allen
for instance is given a cautiously wistful patina, with discreet taps on the body of the guitar, whereas we have a vibrant and fast moving setting of House Carpenter
. One of the most successful of these eight settings is He’s Gone Away
. Here melancholic yearning is contrasted with faster, cocksure passages, neatly reflecting the ballad’s duality. Paula Robison plays a piccolo in The Cuckoo
which sports rather more convoluted harmonies than its ballad mates – a dirgeful and unsettled, unsettling setting. Finally we have – as its title suggests – a really ebullient piece to close in the shape of Quicksilver
There are other pleasing things to detain one as well. Fisk has arranged a series of works by American composers for guitar and flute. He chose three MacDowell piano settings. To A Wild Rose
is the most obvious choice – and would a delightful concert closer – but Fisk has surrounded it with a jovial Will o’the wisp
and the wistful character piece A Deserted Farm.
Similarly he has constructed a Stephen Foster triptych in a way reminiscent of the MacDowell, with Beautiful Dreamer
standing at the centre and a piccolo outing in If You Only Have A Moustache
. It’s interesting that Fisk has gone for Chick Corea’s little song but it makes a pleasing entrant amongst the more august and established things. Schuman’s Orpheus and his Lute
is languorous and expressive and the Ives pairing provides a fine contrast. We end though with Beaser and his restful setting of a French carol, Il est né, le divin enfant.
These delightful performances still continue to give pleasure. Don’t overlook them in the welter of Fisk’s more obviously virtuosic contributions elsewhere.