I have the privilege of performing Samuel Barber’s stunning “Knoxville: Summer of 1915” with text by James Agee tomorrow evening (Saturday, March 31) with the Seattle Metropolitan Chamber Orchestra, 8pm at Nordstrom Recital Hall at Benaroya.
“We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville Tennessee in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child.” These are the opening words of author James Agee’s prose poem from which Barber selected passages for his composition. Uncomplicated, sincere, and amazingly alive, Agee’s text struck a chord not only with Samuel Barber, but also with several well-known interpreters of this piece. Both Eleanor Steber, the singer who commissioned Barber’s work, and Leontyne Price, another well-known interpreter of Barber’s music, claimed that Knoxville perfectly resonated with their own experiences growing up. Curiously enough, people of very different backgrounds and ages seem able to connect with Agee’s account of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in 1915. I too find the text deeply meaningful despite being part of a completely different generation. Although specific imagery such as horses drawing buggies and primitive automobiles are no longer relevant to Americans today, the overlying theme of nostalgia for a simpler, more comforting time is something to which we can all relate. Agee illustrates the innocent state of a child’s being when one gathers information from the outside world and from behaviors of our loved ones, but isn’t able, or burdened with the need, to interpret or understand these actions. His language and descriptions are matter-of-fact and simple, with occasional attempts to explore subjects that are difficult for a child to comprehend (“And who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth?”, “And those receive me who quietly treat me as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: … but will not ever tell me who I am”). Through vivid depictions of sight, sound, taste, and touch (“the taste hovering over them of vanilla, strawberry, pasteboard and starched milk”, “the dry and exalted noise of the locusts”, “on the rough, wet grass”), Agee effectively uses synesthesia to draw the reader into the described moment. In his musical interpretation of Agee’s text, Samuel Barber succeeds in deepening the feeling of nostalgia for a simpler time by using word painting and other musical tools that evoke certain associations from the listener. At the beginning of the piece, he sets up a rocking 12/8 tempo that returns a few times throughout the piece as a comforting representation of lullabies and rocking chairs. The idyllic mood that Barber sets up is rudely interrupted by orchestral outbursts as the singer tells of “a streetcar raising its iron moan”, and further text painting takes place with the staccato musical phrases under the words “the bleak spark crackling and cursing above it” and the lush, expansive vocal line sung to the text “now is the night one blue dew”. Throughout the piece, the soprano line emphasizes the conversational and innocent tone of the text in its simple, folk-like melodies. All in all, this has become one of my favorite pieces of all time, and I feel very lucky to be performing it in a beautiful space with such an accomplished orchestra!
Listen to one of my favorite recordings, performed by Leontyne Price, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJjXadvkohk
Other American masterpieces on the program tomorrow:
AARON COPLAND: Fanfare for the Common Man
JOHN ADAMS: Chamber Symphony
SAMUEL BARBER: Adagio for Strings
Hope to see you there!
I’ve been working seemingly non-stop the past weeks to prepare for my upcoming performance of George Crumb’s Madrigals (Books I-IV) with the UW Contemporary Group. The hardest part, aside from learning the notes, has been making something so primitive and unconventional feel natural in my voice. It has been a fun and often frustrating project, and I invite you to come and hear the result this Wednesday at 7:30pm at the UW Meany Studio Theater!
“The Madrigals are, like all of Crumb’s music, more about meaning than technique. Dark and disquieting, they are music made when reason sleeps.” -Michael Walsh, Time Magazine music critic.
More info here: http://www.meany.org/tickets/?prod=4442