Arnold
Bax’s tone poem November Woods (1917) received its premiere performance
at the Free Trade Hall in Manchester on 18 November 1920. The Halle Orchestra
was conducted by Sir Hamilton Harty. The composer and critic Marion M Scott provided
a splendid review of this concert for The Christian Science Monitor,
Boston, USA, Saturday, 8 January 1921. She was a regular contributor to this
newspaper. No further comment is needed
on this critique.
MANCHESTER, England – Two new works were heard at the sixth Hallé concert – one of which, Rachmaninoff’s third piano concerto, was new only to Manchester; the other, Arnold Bax’s tone poem, "November Woods", had its première anywhere. The Rachmaninoff concerto afforded a brilliant opportunity to Cortot of showing off his surpassing gift as a pianist, being a work of enormous difficulty throughout, and in the last movement, one of fiery and flamboyant energy. At a first hearing, it cannot be said to have usurped the place of the second concerto of the same composer, or indeed done anything to dim the lustre of that beautiful work, which has won a warm place in the affections of pianists the world over.
Keener
interest naturally attached itself to the new work of the young English
composer. Mr. Bax was a student of the Royal Academy. He has devoted himself to
composition and has had great difficulty in getting his reputedly numerous
compositions published. True, many of his works have been performed once or
twice from manuscript and have obtained friendly and even flattering
recognition from eminent authorities. Mr. Hamilton Harty has ranged himself
with these and spoken of Bax as the "most absolute genius among all our
younger writers"; but publishers have hitherto fought shy of him, and his
music has remained in MS.
In
the present chaotic state of the music publishing business nothing is
surprising, not even the well-nigh incredible statement made the other day, on
the authority of the Manchester Guardian, that an enterprising
publisher, struck with the injustice of this long neglect, had set aside a sum
of £20,000 to be used solely for the publication of Mr. Bax’s music.
"November
Woods," according to its composer, is a series of impressions of the dank
and stormy rain, of nature in late autumn. It naturally suggests the Waldweben
of "Siegfried", but there is no echo of Wagner in it, or indeed
anything of the elemental grandeur of the nature-music of "The Ring."
The inevitable comparison is only made to be rejected. "November
Woods" enshrines some of the composer’s own personal experiences in this
floating picture of Buckinghamshire woods where the idea of this work came to
him.
In a
private letter he says, "If there are sounds in the music which recall the
screaming of the wind and the cracking of strained branches, I hope they may
suggest deeper things than these at the same time. The middle part may be taken
as a dream of happier days, such as may sometimes come in the intervals of
stress, either physical or mental."
It
is well that the composer should be chary of providing too literal a programme
as the basis of his tone-poem lest the thoughts of his audience should be
diverted from the deeper and more humane qualities of his music, the emotional
appeal of which does not by any means end with the mere outward aspects of the
autumnal season it ostensibly depicts.
There is certainly an underlying significance in the music which assures one that Mr. Bax has something original to say, and the way in which he develops his theme gives assurance of his ability to say it. There is more than mere accomplishment in it – a real power of orchestral expression, with none of the crudities and cacophonies which disfigure so much of the merely clever orchestral writing of the younger school of composition.
There is always a sense of melody implicit in the web of his score, though there is nothing of the far-sweeping melody of the older composers. His aim is more in harmony with that of Delius, which ebbs and flows and produces a more or less atmospheric effect, as of a golden and melodious haze. Broken chords are not so much in evidence as of wailing, wind-like figures, which are thrown into relief by solo passages for individual instruments. In this respect he steers a middle course between the diatonic manner of the classical tradition and the dissonance of the moderns. If there is no profound originality in his work, one always feels that it is real genuine music and in the line of legitimate development.
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