I often state that my classical music
interest began when I was a ‘Pirate’ in the school production of The Pirates of Penzance in 1971.
However, I can push this back at least three years. It was the invariable
custom at Coatbridge High School to produce a Savoy Opera shortly before
breaking-up for the summer recess. The tradition went back to the 1920s. In
later years, the school abandoned this practice in favour of a ‘school concert’
which no doubt reflected the politically-driven aspirations of a ‘non-elitist’
head-teacher. (As if G&S could be regarded as elitist). How much verbal
banter and badinage have I had from more ‘sophisticated’ friends who, in their
superior wisdom, eschewed this enchanting form of entertainment)?
In my first year at school, 1967/68 the
opera chosen was Ruddigore. Acting in
the operas was only open to 4th formers upwards, so I was relegated
to the audience. I remember getting tickets from the music department and going
along to one of the week-long performances with my parents. I think they were
happy to encourage their 12 year old son in anything that was not The Beatles
or whatever pop and rock group was dominating the airwaves at that time. Ruddigore
it was. I can still remember waiting for the opera to start. My father had
explained that there would be an overture before the curtains opened- operatic
practice and etiquette were closed books to me. Sure enough, the conductor, Mr Radcliffe, who
was head of music, arrived on the podium, with a discreet lamp for reading the
score. The overture started: it was the very first time I had heard a ‘live’
orchestra.’ Then the curtains of the purpose built school theatre, which also
doubled up as the assembly room, swung open.
Some 46 years on I can still
recall being bowled over by the painted scene of the Cornish fishing village of
Rederring with the girls tripping in singing ‘Fair
is Rose as bright May-day’.
If I am honest I cannot now recall what I felt about the music. It was so
different to my usual diet of tunes heard on Radio Luxembourg, Radio One and
the lately defunct Radio Scotland and Caroline ‘pirates’. I guess that Tony
Blackburn and Kenny Everett were my progenitors of musical taste. At home, the
only classical music I had heard were some piano pieces, including
Liebesträume, the Revolutionary Study and Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring played by
the pianist Ronald Smith and excerpts from Messiah
as performed by the Huddersfield Choral Society under Sir Malcolm Sargent. My
father had a cousin, apparently, who had sung in that legendary recording. Then
there was an LP of folksongs sung by Kathleen Ferrier which I roundly detested.
More mature years have allowed me to
re-evaluate this beautiful disc.
It was in the second act that I really
became awake to the nature of G&S and amateur dramatics. This is set in the
Picture Gallery of Castle Ruddigore. As all good Savoyards will know the
ancestral pictures come to life to object to Robin Oakapple/Sir Ruthven
Murgatroyd’s reticence in carrying out his bad deeds. I think I was as scared as a twelve years old
boy would be prepared to admit. Even now, as I think back, it makes the hairs
on the back of my neck rise. I have come to consider that the song ‘When the
Night Wind Howls/In the Chimney Cowls’ is one of the very best things to issue
from the G&S. Then, it was just scarily realistic. For the first time in my
life, I was truly wrapped up in a theatre performance: I guess I really believed
that I was present in Castle Ruddigore.
I also recall being distressed by Mad Margaret:
even now I think that she is one of the most powerful and disturbing characters
in any of the Savoy Operas.
I regard Ruddigore as being one of my favourite Gilbert & Sullivan opera
in spite of the fact that it is not usually regarded with as much esteem as The Mikado or The Gondoliers. The music is typically charming, and in the ghost
scene, full of drama. The plot may have been criticised, but I find it a pleasant
blend of ‘Merrie England’ and Gothic Horror.
The following year Coatbridge High
School performed The Gondoliers and
the year after Princess Ida. It was
at this point that I resolved that I wanted to be a Pirate.
p.s. The illustration is of the edition of the score that was in the school music library. They bring back many happy memories.
I was Grand Inquisitor in the gondoliers the following year.
ReplyDeleteIan Forbes.
Ian,
ReplyDeleteGreat to hear from from you! I remember going to see that one too!