With apologies to Veronese for the acidification of his St
Anthony preaching to the fish
Praise be to the BBC Symphony Orchestra for programming
Mahler’s Second Symphony and Luciano Berio’s Sinfonia less than a week apart in
December, and making our life on the City Lit BBCSO course that much more fun. Famously,
or infamously, the giddying centrepiece of Berio’s 1968-9 experiment takes the carcase of Mahler’s Scherzo and allows other music from
Bach to Boulez to batten on it, against a barrage of song and speech from the
eight vocalists (originally the Swingle Singers). Mahler's tempo indication, In ruhig fließender Bewegung (With quietly flowing movement), is also used by Berio.
Refreshingly, and rare in a composer who as a Darmstadt
terror in the 1950s declared war on the past, Berio’s care in never letting the
Mahler movement go under for long through his 11-minute movement makes us think
even more of the original's extraordinary modernism. Herrgott, to think it
was composed in 1893 (and last night in a stunning LPO concert which I’ve eulogized over on The Arts Desk, we had further food for wonder in how much of the mature Schoenberg
Strauss pre-empts in the fabulous labyrinth of Don Quixote, premiered only three years after the Resurrection Symphony).
It seems that by 1893, when he gave shape to three of the Second Symphony's five movements, Mahler had already written the song from the folk-anthology Des Knaben Wunderhorn which the
symphonic scherzo daringly expands. St Anthony of Padua’s sermon to the fish for
voice and piano needed working up instrumentally, which Mahler did alongside the scherzo in the
fertile summer preceding his ‘flash of inspiration’ that the Second Symphony
should be crowned by Klopstock’s 'Resurrection' chorale-text.
The gist of this slithery satire is that the piscean congregation listens open mouthed to the sermon, only to go on and behave as before – surely a connection with the human hurly-burly suggested in the symphony, against which a ‘cry of disgust’ proves powerless. Here's the song, which happily precipitates a belated tribute to the late, great Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau. Have patience with the delayed start and the background buzz.
The gist of this slithery satire is that the piscean congregation listens open mouthed to the sermon, only to go on and behave as before – surely a connection with the human hurly-burly suggested in the symphony, against which a ‘cry of disgust’ proves powerless. Here's the song, which happily precipitates a belated tribute to the late, great Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau. Have patience with the delayed start and the background buzz.
The futility of action seems to be part of Berio’s point,
too, and there's an aqueous undertow which seems to refer both to Mahler's song and the first-movement quotations from Claude Levi-Strauss's Le cru et le cuit, which relates water-myths to musical forms. If Berio is dissing the waltz-crazy decadence of the 19th and early 20th centuries, it has to be said that his multiple references sound
marvellous. I only picked up some of them on a first hearing: several waves of
Debussy’s La Mer, the Part One conclusion to Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring and a
bit of woodwind dancing from Agon, Strauss’s Rosenkavalier morphing into Ravel’s
La Valse, a bar of Beethoven’s Pastoral
Symphony, the drowning in Berg's Wozzeck. But here too are Schoenberg’s Peripetaia from the Five Orchestral
Pieces, Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto No. 2, the idée fixe from Berlioz’s Symphonie
fantastique (still can’t hear it), Webern, Hindemith, Boulez’s Pli selon pli…that’s
by no means the full list.
Meanwhile the amplified voices pick up Mahler’s tunes or recite Beckett (The Unnamable), student slogans from ’68, Joyce, lines from Berio’s notebooks. Sometimes the text is pertinent (‘Keep going, going on, call that going, call that on'; ‘there was even, for a second, hope of resurrection, or almost’), more often it just sounds like radio interference. The head spins with so much going on at once, which is surely the point. I can’t wait to hear it live at the Barbican on 7 December. Jiří Bělohlávek's long term Mahler cycle with the BBCSO has been one of the best so far, so his Resurrection on 1 December should be remarkable, too. In the meantime, here's the Berio centrepiece from Pappano with Swinglers at the Proms.
Meanwhile the amplified voices pick up Mahler’s tunes or recite Beckett (The Unnamable), student slogans from ’68, Joyce, lines from Berio’s notebooks. Sometimes the text is pertinent (‘Keep going, going on, call that going, call that on'; ‘there was even, for a second, hope of resurrection, or almost’), more often it just sounds like radio interference. The head spins with so much going on at once, which is surely the point. I can’t wait to hear it live at the Barbican on 7 December. Jiří Bělohlávek's long term Mahler cycle with the BBCSO has been one of the best so far, so his Resurrection on 1 December should be remarkable, too. In the meantime, here's the Berio centrepiece from Pappano with Swinglers at the Proms.



