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 | Johannes BRAHMS 
              (1833-1897) The Songs of Johannes Brahms - 3
 Wach auf, mein Herzensschöne Wo033/16 [2:08]
 Erlaube mir, feins Mädchen Wo033/2 [1:22]
 Mein Mädel hat einen Rosenmund Wo033/25 [2:01]
 Ein Sonett op.14/4 [1:54]
 Ständchen op.14/7 [3:18]
 Der Kuss op.19/1 [1:51]
 An eine Äolsharfe op.19/5 [4:03]
 Magyarisch op.46/2 [2:54]
 Die Schale der Vergessenheit op.46/3 [1:43]
 Fünf Lieder op.49 [12:37]
 Mein wundes Herz verlangt op.59/7 [1:54]
 Im Garten am Seegestade op.70/1 [2:23]
 Lerchengesang op.70/2 [2:51]
 Serenade op.70/3 [1:21]
 An den Mond op.71/2 [3:17]
 In Waldeseinsamkeit op.85/6 [2:35]
 Auf dem Schiffe op.97/2 [1:07]
 Es hing der Reif op.106/3 [2:52]
 Ein Wanderer op.106/5 [3:02]
 Die Sonne scheint nicht mehr Wo033/5, Wo gehst du hin, du Stolze? 
              Wo033/22 [1:18]
 Es steht ein Lind Wo033/41 [2:45]
 
  Simon Bode (tenor), Graham Johnson (piano) rec. 23-25 November 2009, All Saints’, Durham Road, East Finchley, 
              London
 Original texts included with English translations
 
  HYPERION CDJ33123 [60:51] |   
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 This is the third volume of the Brahms song edition masterminded 
                  by Graham Johnson. He explains in some detail, and even a little 
                  defiantly, his reasons for not arranging the project chronologically 
                  or by opus number. Here is just one significant passage:
 
 There is a modern tendency to see a famous cycle like 
                  Winterreise as the nineteenth-century norm to which all other 
                  groups of songs should be made to conform, and this ‘search 
                  for cycles’ has become something of an obsession in present-day 
                  musicology, a means of using the popularity of Schubert’s 
                  and Schumann’s genuine cycles as an excuse to pretend 
                  that there are similarly cohesive works in the repertoire waiting 
                  to be rescued, or restored to the unified shape the composer 
                  had intended for them all along. It is perhaps a symptom of 
                  our ‘bigger is better’ society that solitary songs, 
                  exquisite miniatures, are thought to be more significant if 
                  they form part of something bigger. If this is true, it represents 
                  an ongoing challenge to the planners of programmes whose efforts 
                  can yield far better and more imaginative results when allowed 
                  to range over a broader canvas than that of a single opus where 
                  all sorts of practical considerations, including commercial 
                  ones, had restricted the composer’s choices.
 
 This is all music to my ears, since I have always been inclined 
                  to think that the modern tendency of doing things rigorously 
                  by the opus-full, or chronologically, is in a way an abdication 
                  of the responsibility earlier performers felt they had towards 
                  their audiences. You have to be careful if you’re not 
                  Graham Johnson. The planning of this Brahms series will doubtless 
                  be universally acclaimed - not least by me - as yet more proof 
                  of Johnson’s brilliant and masterly approach to programme-planning. 
                  I’ve found, to my cost, that if I spend sleepless nights 
                  devising what I hope is a listener-friendly sequence of a selection 
                  from an area of a composer’s work, rather than sticking 
                  to opus-number sequence and numerical order within the opuses, 
                  I just get accused of making a random selection. I admit, though, 
                  that in a complete edition it is easier to find a particular 
                  song if it’s all laid out encyclopaedically. If you want 
                  your Brahms done that way, it’s already there on CPO, 
                  with such fine singers as Andreas Schmidt and Juliane Banse 
                  accompanied by Helmut Deutsch, maybe a less probing artist than 
                  Johnson but a splendid purveyor of received-opinion Brahms.
 
 Received-opinion Brahms isn’t quite what you get here, 
                  but since I realized this gradually, let me come to it gradually. 
                  Johnson lays stress on the importance of folksong arrangements 
                  in Brahms’s output. He points out that, while Brahms came 
                  too early for what we now know as ethno-musicology and happily 
                  took on board tunes that sounded like folksongs but weren’t, 
                  he was nevertheless the only one of the great Lieder composers 
                  to dedicate substantial time and passion to arrangements of 
                  this kind. The largest collection, the 49 Deutsche Volkslieder, 
                  will be spread across the entire project. Here we have three 
                  at the beginning and three at the end. One can only delight 
                  in the transparency of the piano textures and the simplicity, 
                  yet high art, of the singer’s response. It cannot be easy 
                  to sing “Du la la la la la!” differently every time 
                  it comes, and without mannerism, but here it is achieved.
 
 As the original songs begin, there is the same clarity of texture, 
                  the same refinement of the vocal line. Gone, for the better 
                  I thought at first, was the thick-textured Brahms we used to 
                  know. Johnson’s analysis of the vocal problems Brahms 
                  creates in “Der Kuss” - as ever, he provides a minutely 
                  detailed commentary on each song - almost seems designed to 
                  induce the reaction that it sounds easy enough as sung here.
 
 I’m not quite sure just at what point I began to wonder 
                  if I was getting the full story. Maybe “Die Schale der 
                  Vergeissenheit” was the moment, for the climax is placed 
                  fairly high in the voice, and forte. Something in sheer fullness 
                  seemed to be missing from both artists.
 
 Having begun to think that way, the thought came more and more 
                  often. Simon Bode has an unquestionably beautiful voice, his 
                  line is exquisitely controlled and his care over words and meaning 
                  were already evident in the folksong settings. One of his specialities 
                  seems to be high notes that are gently floated, honeyed, with 
                  the help of a generous dose of falsetto. When forte high notes 
                  come, it has to be said that the voice is inherently a little 
                  small. He resolves the situation by maintaining the same refinement, 
                  still with a spot of falsetto. Better this, clearly, than strident, 
                  forced tones. Given the resources he has, his husbanding of 
                  them is admirable. In most Schubert and a lot of Schumann, maybe 
                  the point wouldn’t have crossed my mind. I daresay I’ve 
                  been living in Italy too long, but in the fullness of a Brahmsian 
                  climax I longed for more sheer, even brainless, singing.
 
 Did Johnson choose Bode as the ideal singer to give him the 
                  Brahms he wanted? In the piano parts, too, I began to suspect 
                  an excess of refinement. Take “Sehnsucht”. The bass 
                  crotchets are marked staccato, but are also grouped in threes 
                  with a legato line. The triplet quavers, harmonic rather than 
                  melodic, are also marked with slurs. Did Brahms literally want 
                  a dry, unpedalled staccato, or are the staccatos intended as 
                  touched, to be taken in conjunction with a careful pedalling 
                  to give warmth to the harmonies outlined by the triplets. Alexander 
                  Schmalcz, accompanying Stephan Loges (Athene 23202) thinks the 
                  latter. This is Brahms as we traditionally understand him, warm 
                  and not at all muddled. Johnson thinks the former. The bleakness 
                  seems closer to Hindemith than to Brahms.
 
 Then, in the same op.49 group, should not the repeated bass-notes 
                  of “Abenddämmerung” resonate with a funereal 
                  quality, something like the beginning of the “Deutsches 
                  Requiem”? What to think of “Im Garten am Seegestade”, 
                  where the staccato - but also slurred - quavers are taken as 
                  an invitation to seek a two-part invention in what is surely 
                  meant as an evocation of the waves lapping on the shore. Don’t 
                  get the idea that this is all dry and unpedalled, there are 
                  many occasions, such as a little later in this same song, where 
                  Johnson uses tiny little dashes of pedal to create textures 
                  of almost impressionist refinement. Brahms isn’t Ravel 
                  and in the moments I have described this seems to me not so 
                  much Brahms as anti-Brahms. Does not Brahms call for a broader 
                  brush? Even the detailed commentaries, full of perception as 
                  they are, sometimes read like an insistence on little points 
                  that, while true, should be just “there”. One thing 
                  Brahms won’t take is fussiness, and in certain moments 
                  Johnson seems to fuss over his Brahms like an old woman at her 
                  embroidery.
 
 There are marvellous things, such as a wondrously sustained 
                  “Es hing der Reif”. Indeed, according to their own 
                  lights, all the performances are marvellous. Put it another 
                  way. Every Brahmsian quality you could want is here except fullness 
                  of heart, free-flowing generosity of spirit. If these are the 
                  qualities you most value in Brahms, you might have some problems. 
                  If, on the other hand, you’ve never taken to the blue-eyed 
                  old sentimentalist, with his swings between schmaltz and grumpiness, 
                  you may be in for a revelation.
 
 Christopher Howell
 
 
                              
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