I
recently wrote an appreciation of Arthur Butterworth’s excellent tone-poem The Path across the Moors,
in which I suggested that in spite of it having been issued on a ‘light music’
CD, it had considerable depth and emotional content beyond what is normally
considered belonging to that genre. I sent the composer a copy of my article
and fortunately he approved of what I had written. However, he sent by return
some additional comments which deserve to be noted for posterity. There is no
doubt in my mind that Butterworth is the
‘Composer of the North Country’ (amongst many other things) - with its
millstone grit, wide-open spaces and extensive moorland.
Butterworth
acknowledged my thoughts about the work’s genre:
‘Yes,
whilst the format of the piece is not long, and, at least superficially it
falls into the category of 'light music' there was the intention - quite
specifically - to evoke something, ‘beyond that’’.
He
recalled walking on those ‘often-sullen hills’ where there is invariably ‘even
on the balmiest summer's day, an indelible sense of long-past earlier
times: the days of the beginning of the 19th century industrial revolution.’
He
reminded me that ‘the great industrial centres of Lancashire and Yorkshire are
never far away - artefacts of earlier farming and sheep husbandry; some of them
seemingly crude and suggestive of the hard life on those hills.’
When
I have stood on one of the hills above Stalybridge or on Blackstone Edge, I
have been conscious of the great disparity of landscape that can be discerned.
There is the cityscape of Manchester and the Northern mill-towns with the more
pastoral Cheshire Plain beyond: Winter Hill, a Pennine outlier stands above Bolton
and looks towards the sea and the Isle of Man. In the far distance the rolling
green hills of Denbighshire and even the mountains of Snowdonia can be picked
out.
Arthur
Butterworth picked up on this challenge of landscape:
‘Whereas,
on the softer plains of Cheshire, Lincolnshire and the south-country generally,
when travelling through them, one gets the impression that life had at one time
been "Merrie England" in a way that the moorland landscape had never
really been. A lot of this comes from nature itself: the very difference
in seasonal feelings’.
When
visiting a relation in Warwickshire he invariably thinks that ‘this is not
really my country! I much prefer the higher moorland where I have always felt
at home’.
Having
mused on Butterworth’s music for a number of years, I have been conscious that
there appears to be relatively little vocal music and no operas. The composer
explained to me why this was the case:
‘Years and
years ago, after the première of my 1st Symphony (July 1957), Ernest Bradbury
suggested in The Yorkshire Post
that I was the one to write an opera on Wuthering
Heights and I could see what he meant. So I bought a new
copy of it; spent about eighteen months making my own libretto, making sure all
the dates fitted the plot.
Some
weeks later I began drafting out the music: the arrival back from Liverpool of
the father, along with the rough boy, his jealous reception by the Earnshaw
family. But after maybe five or six pages of musical manuscript I
decided that opera, as an art for was not for me!’
However,
there was to be a setting of Emily Bronte’s work:-
In
1969 the Arts Council of Great Britain, commissioned from me a song cycle which
I based on Emily Bronte's poem: ‘The Night Wind’. This was for
soprano, clarinet and piano, which very soon afterwards I was persuaded to
score for the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra which they then took on tour all
over the south west of England. It had been an enormously
successful work, but that was in the 1960s and early 1970s’.
He
concluded his notes to me with what can be seen as an interpretive paradigm for
much of his music:-
‘My
expression of the Bronte stories and poems has ever been in the symphonies and
other orchestral music. I have not generally pursued vocal writing: I have
preferred to express what my northern environment means to me through the
abstractedness of the orchestra.’
Interestingly
it was the America composer Bernard Hermann who recorded his opera Wuthering Heights in 1966, having worked on the score
between 1943 and 1951. It was not given
a full performance until 2011. There is also an opera of the same title with music and libretto by Carlisle
Floyd.