Week 27
(16 July – 21 July 2013)
Recording:
Karl Richter, Münchener Bach-Chor/Orchester; Edith Mathis, soprano; Julia Hamari, alto;
Peter Schreier, tenor; Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, bass
When I first saw the title of this cantata, I
knew it was not a place I wanted to be this week. However, it came next in the sequence,
and somehow, it ended up being completely appropriate.
The subject is death and
when it will come for us, with the overarching theme being that we should conduct
our lives so that no matter when you are taken, through a life of faith you
have done your best to become worthy of salvation. According to Lutheran doctrine
you then “die in grace”: the physical remains in the grave and the spirit
ascends to heaven to await the resurrection of the perfected body. A tall order
to strive for each day of our lives: we all have our inopportune moments, large
and small, at which we fall short of that aspiration. Meanwhile, our modern
culture continually denies death, suggesting there will be unlimited time to achieve
our goals as well as to make amends. But the reality is that on a daily basis we
see some who have lived well taken too soon, their potential still left
unfulfilled; while others, disintegrating in their own errors, would find it a
blessing to be taken but must live out their allotted time to bear the
consequences of their actions.
BWV 27 (1726) was written for the same liturgical
date as BWV 8 (1724), but the earlier cantata wears its subject of mortality far
more lightly. BWV 27 is more solemn in both text and music, less certain of
salvation, less confident in convincing us we will be well out of a bad
situation when the summons arrives. Compositionally, Bach continued to
experiment with new styles and elements – although there are phrases here and
there that sound familiar, possibly intentionally referencing earlier work (one
of the downsides of this project is that some of the connections that can be
made with greater familiarity of the works will have to wait for a later date).
The
choral movement that opens the cantata is a creative interweaving of text by
the unknown poet with a stanza by the prolific 17th-century poet
Ämilie Juliane von Schwarzburg-Rudolstadt (née Countess of Barby-Mühlingen),
another of the rare female characters in this project, but one who as her noble
name implies had ample leisure to contemplate scripture and recast it into
about 600 hymn texts. In this coro, the
interpolated responses, taken in turn by the S/A/T soloists, are quite inventive,
particularly the lines for alto – the leap from Hin geht die Zeit, her kommt der Tod to Und endlich kommt es doch so weit/Dass sie zusammentreffen werden
is a fine literary device and not obvious. The overshadowing of life by the
inevitable is emphasized through repetitions of Tod and Todesnot.
The
tenor recitative is straight-forward, and may be a student effort not entirely by
Bach. But for singers – listen to Peter Schreier’s clean, definite attack on
the high A (M.9) – this is how it’s done.
The “chirpy” (John Eliot Gardiner)
alto aria was unapproachable at first. Welcome Death as it stands waiting at
the foot of my bed? Are you kidding? A bit too macabre for me. And that last
line – which despite various attempts to find an alternate translation, basically
says one takes their “plagues” – their troubles – to the grave with them. Who
needs to hear (or sing) that? One of the few things we supposedly can look
forward to is that when we pass, earthly cares are left behind. Perhaps what is
meant is that your problems go to the grave and stay there – they come to an
end for you, and also cease to trouble those who are left behind. The long
instrumental introduction, originally scored for oboe da caccia and harpsichord, precedes an aria that breaks down
into three sections. The end of the third section, Alle meine Plagen, which is highlighted by short but aching
descending chromatic segments on Plagen,
moves directly into the recapitulation of the first line of text, which can now
be informed by that concept of taking the Plagen
along with you when you die.
The subject matter and structure of this aria
relegate it to the context of the cantata only. For performance, it requires a
lighter, brighter alto voice – the tessitura is low, and a deep, woofy sound
completely submerges it in woe, not at all what Bach intended. While not joyful
like the arias in BWV 8, there is positive acceptance and a true believer’s
vision of salvation. The degree of chirpiness I leave to the individual interpreter.
An
unusual feature of the bass aria is the abrupt transition between the
ruminative statements of Gute Nacht
and the “tumultuous” orchestration underlying the repudiation of the Weltgetümmel. This is where the
conductor makes a huge difference, in pacing and making the quick changes
logical to the listener. While by the time of this recording (1977) Fischer-Dieskau
was not fleet-footed on melismas and trills (it’s an excellent illustration of vocal
discipline stemming from a solid technique that he gets it to work at all) it’s
hard to imagine a better interpretation. For instance, there’s the coloring and
buoyancy in the arpeggiated passage in M. 24 – a technical characteristic I’ve
never heard in any other voice, but that also appears in his lieder readings. Then the matchless
analytical approach that provides the ability to sing that “Good night” in so
many different ways: from regret, resignation, or sadness to near-exasperation.
It’s conceivable this aria could be extracted and used in recital by the right
singer, but it’s not a beginner exercise.
Bach knew good tunes when he heard
them – he knew good settings of those tunes as well. With a sure instinct, he
placed a five-part setting by mid-17th-century Leipzig organist and
composer Johann Rosenmüller as the closing chorale. It’s a lovely piece,
suitable for a memorial service or other somber occasion.
The Richter recording
is about as perfect a treatment of this work as I can imagine. Giving this
great scholar-artist his due does not in any way diminish subsequent
generations of Bach performers. There was a moment in time, following the war,
in which German artists who had lived through the 1940’s treated as a sacred
duty the interpretation of the composer who, most uniquely theirs, also
ultimately belonged to the whole world and was a path back to civilized
connection with that world. The performance of these works was serious business
to all involved, with an artistic engagement, as profound as any worship, which
shines through every one of Richter’s recordings.
The lavish resources brought
to bear on this brief and little known piece astound us today: Schreier
appearing just for a recitative and a couple solo lines (that could just as
easily be allotted to a chorister); the other soloists all huge stars of their
era; the precision of Richter’s Münchener Bach-Chor; and his large orchestra – all
marshaled and rehearsed to perfection. The conductor, who nursed an ambition to
conduct Verdi and Wagner (ja, who
doesn’t?), brings an operatic sweep to this work, and his forces are absolutely
committed to each gesture. True, it’s not historically informed in the
musicological sense, at a time when Harnoncourt and others were taking what
Richter’s work had kept active in the repertoire and were imposing authentic
practice “rules” on it. But on that topic, I love this Richter quote, included
in his New York Times obituary: “You
can’t live by rules alone. People make rules because they have no lives.”
In
thinking about this cantata, and the quality of this specific performance, I
wanted to learn more about Richter’s career and life, most particularly his
early death at the age of 54 – an age I have within my sights and which no
longer seems “old” in any respect. According to remembrances of his
contemporaries, at the time of his fatal heart attack in 1981, Richter had been
“preoccupied with presentiments of death” for some years. Maybe that lies
behind the darkness that I sense in this recording – beneath every word and
note he so carefully crafted from the podium, perhaps Richter was personally confronting
the ideas that permeate this cantata, somehow knowing he was not to be blessed
with “old” age.
Nevertheless, he achieved immortality – at least as far as it is
possible for mortals to guarantee it – not only in his many recordings, but in a
track included on that Voyager Golden Record mentioned back in the notes for BWV
25. A movement from Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto No. 2 conducted by Maestro
Richter is “somewhere out there” beyond our solar system, launched into the
unknown the same year as this cantata recording was made.
Karl Richter in the 1970's