Barbican Hall
Alan – Roderick Williams
Caleb Raven – Omar Ebrahim
Hannah – Claire Booth
Piper/Bad’Un – Daniel Norman
Jack – Ben Knight
Dick – Benjamin Clegg
Davie – Joe Gooding
Rob – Duncan Tarboton
John Lloyd Davies (director,
design, lighting)
Britten Sinfonia Voices
(director: Eamonn Dougan)
Britten Sinfonia
Baldur Brönnimann (conductor)
A month in which London, or
indeed anywhere else, saw one performances of a Birtwistle drama would be something.
To have two, plus three associated concerts, all at the same venue, is something
very special indeed. The Barbican has certainly done the composer proud with
its ‘Birtwistle at 80’ series. Would that Britain’s greatest composer since
Purcell were regularly so honoured; the contrast with the absurd overkill of
last year’s Britten anniversary is instructive. At any rate, Yan Tan Tethera, written in 1983-4,
first performed in 1986, and very rarely heard since – might Channel 4 make
available its television broadcast? – shone both on its account and for the
fuller sense it offered of Birtwistle’s music0-dramatic development.
To a libretto by Tony
Harrison – any chance of seeing and hearing their Oresteia, someone? – this may perhaps seem more conventionally a
chamber opera than Birtwistle’s earlier music-theatre pieces. And yet, listen
more closely, and this tale of North and South, of shepherds counting sheep, of
a malevolent piper, becomes more complex. There is a linear story, yes. Alan,
the good, northern shepherd, who adheres to the old counting system, ‘yan, tan,
tethera, …’ is drawn into the great hill – a precursor to Benjamin’s ‘little
hill’? – by the piper and Caleb seems about to triumph, but the tables are
turned. A modern, yet timeless, folk-like version of Virgil’s first Eclogue,
Alan and Caleb the new Meliboeus and Tityrus, is far, however, from the whole,
or perhaps better the only, story. The interaction, and at times apparent lack
of it, between Harrison’s words and Birtwistle’s score are at least as much the
story.
We are, as it were, in a ‘secret theatre’ once again. The ‘mechanics’ of the ‘mechanical pastoral’ tell of a story perhaps deeper than Virgil, even than Theocritus. Counting itself is both external and internal drama, which repeats, is broken, is reconstructed, yet is never the same. The choral sheep are counted and ultimately they too count. Birtwistle’s division of the ensemble into groups is part of that story, so is the journey towards unison, but, as Paul Griffiths noted in the final line of his helpful programme synopsis: ‘Alan leads his family and flock: Everyone is counting, eventually including Caleb underground, as the musical machinery moves on, now set aright.’ Who knows, however, whether the different perspectives, different pulses, different landscapes, different soundworlds we have passed through, will reassert themselves once again? Interestingly, and tellingly, Birtwistle (quoted in Michael Hall’s book on the composer, likened the structuring of his response to the libretto to that of Stravinsky to Auden. Yan Tan Tethera
We are, as it were, in a ‘secret theatre’ once again. The ‘mechanics’ of the ‘mechanical pastoral’ tell of a story perhaps deeper than Virgil, even than Theocritus. Counting itself is both external and internal drama, which repeats, is broken, is reconstructed, yet is never the same. The choral sheep are counted and ultimately they too count. Birtwistle’s division of the ensemble into groups is part of that story, so is the journey towards unison, but, as Paul Griffiths noted in the final line of his helpful programme synopsis: ‘Alan leads his family and flock: Everyone is counting, eventually including Caleb underground, as the musical machinery moves on, now set aright.’ Who knows, however, whether the different perspectives, different pulses, different landscapes, different soundworlds we have passed through, will reassert themselves once again? Interestingly, and tellingly, Birtwistle (quoted in Michael Hall’s book on the composer, likened the structuring of his response to the libretto to that of Stravinsky to Auden. Yan Tan Tethera
… has things I’ve never done before and I’m really quite excited about it. Did you know that it was Stravinsky who divided Auden’s text for The Rake’s Progress into recitatives and arias? Auden wrote his libretto without the divisions. Well, I’m imposing something on Tony Harrison’s libretto. Had I asked Tony to provide it for me, it wouldn’t have worked; the result would be too formal in the wrong sense, too predictable.
As so often with this
composer, anything but a Stravinsky epigone – there have been more than enough
of those – but rather a true successor, the musical drama has a good deal of
inspiration, conscious or otherwise, in his great predecessor. As Jonathan
Cross has noted, the very notion of the ‘mechanical pastoral’ is rooted in ‘the
imaginary song of a mechanical bird,’ just like Stravinsky’s Nightingale. The opposition between
North and South, country and the town that encroaches upon it, above all
natural and mechanical, may perhaps prove a further kinship between the two
composers.
If at first, then, I was a
little disappointed by the necessarily basic nature of John Lloyd Davies’s ‘concert
hall staging’, I realised after the event that the concentration necessity had
thrown upon the music had very much its own ‘dramatic’ virtues too, enabling me
to experience and indeed to conceptualise crucial oppositions in a work I had
never heard before. For that, of course, a great deal of praise must be
accorded the excellent performances. Baldur Brönnimann’s leadership of the equally
fine Britten Sinfonia and Britten Sinfonia Voices was assured and
(mechanically) expressive throughout. String glissandi – are they echoes of
Tippett perhaps? – embodying, to quote David Beard, ‘both Alan’s subjective
expression and the representative pastoral anecdote’ evoke both human acts and,
perhaps still more so, that of the landscape, as ever with Birtwistle a potent
force indeed. Such was undoubtedly
apparent even from this, my first acquaintance with the work. Likewise the distinction
between the almost conventionally haunting piper’s melody – still lodged in my
memory – and the dramatic mechanisms surrounding it. The scintillating
brilliance of the Britten Sinfonia’s response to the score was not the least of
the evening’s revelations.
Roderick Williams’s Alan and
Omar Ebrahim’s Caleb – extraordinary to think he appeared also in the premiere –
led a fine cast, all attentive to words, music, and disjuncture. William’s
naïve, northern sincerity – flat vowels and all, though sometimes they came and
went – contrasted just as it should with Ebrahim’s ‘southern’ malevolence. Claire
Booth offered a typically fine performance as Alan’s wife, Hannah, beautiful of
tone, dignified and assured of purpose. Daniel Norman’s Piper or Bad’Un, and
four boys from Tiffin School, Kingston, all made their mark very well too.
Above all, this was a splendid ensemble performance. Now, may we hope for a
fully staged version, in which dramatic oppositions receive some degree of
visualisation from an aurally alert director?