Completed in Glasgow, on 1 April 1922, the following word portrait was published in Musical America, 22 April 1922, p.5. Dates of compositions have been included in the text.
There are people who constantly bewail the passing of the “good old days.” In their youth the sun shone more brightly, rheumatism was not so prevalent, living was cheaper and easier, the wheels of life moved more smoothly. Distance, perhaps, lends enchantment; recollection is sweet; man loves to chew the cud of remembrance, dwelling on the time when all was young and pleasant. Or it may be that the veteran, his psychic disposition changed, as Croce would say, thinks the east wind more of a wind, and decidedly more deserving of the adjective today than it was of yore, In any case, it is good to be able to sound a cheerful, contrasting note at times. This note, I think, can safely be sounded by anyone who realizes how much progress has been made in the sphere of creative music in England during the last decade or so. To-day several of the younger men are busy with their pens, and in many cases the result of their activity repays the music lover who troubles to study it.
Among these younger men a place must be allotted to Arnold Bax who was born in 1883, studied at the Royal Academy of Music, and has since his student days composed a very considerable quantity of music. His list of works includes the orchestral poem The Garden of Fand, (1916) November Woods (1917) for orchestra, Sonata for Violin and Piano in E [No.1] (1920+revisions), Quintet for Strings and harp (1919) , String Quartet [No.1] in G (1918), a Piano Trio (1907), an [Elegiac] Trio for flute, viola, and harp (1916), several choral works, two of which are settings of old carols, many piano pieces and songs, Moy Mell, (1916) an Irish tone poem for two pianos, and arrangements of old songs. He also provided the music or Sir James Barrie’s The Truth about the Russian Ballet, which was produced at the London Coliseum, with Karsavina as the chief figure, in 1920.
It will be generally agreed that the music of Bax shows its composer to be one of pronounced individuality. Emerson promulgated a theory that, in order to get the best out of himself, a man must obey his own bias. I think it may be said for Bax that he follows this precept. It has been observed that his music presents two definite aspects; that in him we encounter the thoughtful, the dreamy, the cloud-enfolded; and, in stirring contrast to this, the virile, the exhilarating, and the vivacious. But these visions, whether of an autumn day in some far off Lyonesse, or of a spring morning when “the hillside’s dew- pearl’d,” [1] strike us as revealing in equal measure an essential part of the artist. If he can catch the mood and atmosphere of that shadowy world known to Fiona Macleod [2] and W. B. Yeats, he can fill his lungs, and kick his heels high in such a thing as the Burlesque (1920) for piano, and thoroughly enjoy the rough merriment of the Gopak (1912).
Those who scrutinize Bax’s work will recognize that he has an excellent technique. He employs a modern idiom, but not because it is the right thing to do. He employs it because it is adequate for his needs, and he therefore employs it without self-consciousness. His music owes a great deal to its harmonic interest, and to its rhythmic variety. Again and again, in scanning his compositions, one is caught by some arresting felicity that gives ample evidence of its creator’s harmonic imagination. If, as I have said, this feeling for the right thing contributes generously to the value of his music, it is because mechanical reiteration is evidently anathema to him. When he returns to some statement which he has already made, he is fully equal to clothing it in a new dress. We see this in such a simple effusion as the Shieling Song (1908), and we have evidence in more than one of his arrangements of old melodies. In a short article it is impossible to do more than touch on points very briefly. Yet, perhaps, it ought to be said that his harmony impresses one as having its justification in the light it throws upon the theme, or in atmosphere it creates; it is not simply a matter of playing chess with combinations of notes. As for the rhythmic variety, there will be little hesitation in allowing this to Bax. There are times and places when and where he stoutly challenges the tyranny of the jogtrot.
Although a modern composer, Bax is not one of those extremely up-to-date people who have only a curl of the lip for the past. The testimony reposes in his free arrangements of traditional songs of France, as in his Mater ora Filium (1921) (a choral from a manuscript at Balliol College, Oxford, for unaccompanied double choir), and its neighbour, Of a Rose I Sing a Song (1920), a fifteenth century carol set for small choir, harp, ’cello, and double bass. The editing, or arranging, of old melodies is an act about which one may be permitted to have strong opinions. To put the matter in a nutshell, it might be said that the resourceful and quick-witted musician. finds many an old example unbearable when the melody, however good of itself, is supported by thin and commonplace harmonies. He longs, very naturally, for something more pungent; he feels that the appeal could very well be strengthened if the setting were richer, fuller, and more distinguished. And the feeling encourages him to see what he can do with some folksong, or other. Work of this nature requires not only a musician, but a diplomatist. The utmost discretion must be brought to bear upon it. To dress up naive and rustic songs in the extreme fashions of modernity is to clothe the peasant in silks and satins, and to give the dairymaid high-heeled shoes; with the result that we hardly recognize either peasant or dairymaid.
As a general principle, we hold
that the composer should be content with simplicity. He ought, certainly, to
remember the period from which the examples he turns to came; he ought to dwell
upon their spirit. In his arrangements, of these traditional songs, Bax has
been more insistent upon the spirit than upon the letter. But it seems to me
that, in the main, he hits the happy medium. He has taken those songs; he has
bestowed upon them an additional significance for the hearer of to-day. He
carries this out with sympathy and cleverness. In a word, he has sprinkled upon
them just enough pepper to bring out the taste. The carols deserve the careful
consideration of choir conductors. We have here to deal with a man who knows
how to get his effects. In the unaccompanied example, which starts simply and
works up to an elaborate climax, there is some excellent contrapuntal writing.
In the other, the original theme is handled without undue complexity, while the
passing touches of colour imparted by the instruments, wisely chosen and
written for with the utmost tact, prove very happy. These specimens of Bax’s
workmanship are enough to convince us that his claim to be considered a
composer of parts is not based on a slender foundation.
[1] From English poet’s Robert Browning’s Pippa Passes.
[2] Fiona Macleod was the feminine pseudonym of William Sharp, a Scottish writer whose mystical, Celtic-inspired prose and poetry helped shape the late 19th-century Gaelic literary revival.
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