The Complete Piano Music of Neely Bruce: THIS IS IT!
The first of twelve recitals will take place
on Sunday 29 September, 2013 at 3:00 p.m. in Crowell Concert Hall, Wesleyan
University, Middletown, Connecticut
In yesterday’s blog I gave some background about descriptive
piano music and briefly discussed the method of this, my only descriptive piece
(its structure, mode of sketching, producing the finished product). Today I’ll
talk about the component parts of the piece and what I do with them, some of
the nitty-gritty, so to speak.
First, a general outline. (To follow this, I suggest that
you reread the indented paragraphs in yesterday’s blog.)
The piece begins with some generic walking-around music,
followed by musical descriptions of the three smaller buildings — the woodshed,
the playhouse and the workshop/boathouse. One then comes across the low-lying
stone wall, and follows it to the edge of the property. Turning around, one has
an excellent view of the grand house and notices the wind for the first time.
Some more walking-around music gets us inside the house, where people are indeed “singing songs of another time.” The wind
outside the house kicks up and begins to howl, even, but one can still hear the
singing, modulated by the gale. The wind subsides. Presumably folks go to
sleep.
The first point to make is that none of this is specified in
the score. The great master of the descriptive piano piece is of course Erik
Satie. Satie’s pieces describe imaginary places, things and events, rather than
concrete ones like Tuckaway, its various buildings, and singing around the
piano. Satie also forbad the reading of his descriptions while the pieces are
played — so the pianist is free to imagine a nightingale with a toothache, but
the audience cannot share the conceit. I’ve gone one step further than my
beloved ES. Aside from my aforementioned note, which I have modestly placed at
the end of the score, there are no
clues about what is actually being portrayed in this composition. What you’re
getting here is insider information.
1) General,
walking-around music. Notice I do not say “promenade,” though obviously I
had in mind an outdoor version of Pictures
at an Exhibition. I’ve gone to some lengths to make my walking-around music
totally unlike that of Mussorgsky, although he was hanging around in the back
of my mind the entire time I was writing the piece. His promenade is very
purposeful, full of rhythm and destination. My walking-around music is a
casual, undirected stroll, NB being a flaneur
for a few minutes.
2) The three smaller
buildings. Each has its own character — repetitive, playful, or expansive.
The sketches for these buildings are only a few measures, but they were indeed
made on location, while I stood right in front of each of them and listened
spontaneously to my inner compositional voice. When it came time to write out
the whole piece, the woodshed and the playhouse are quickly taken care of. The
development of the workshop/boathouse took some doing.
3) The wall. The
music for the beautiful old stone wall, which I imagine slowly crawling toward
the sea, needed to begin in a low register and end at the top of the keyboard.
In real life, this wall, if faced so that the great house is behind you, runs
from left to right as it approaches Long Island Sound. Based on my slender
melodic sketch (a single voice) I devised a three-part canon that slowly inches
its way up and up. I am very proud of this part of the piece. It’s a very
successful marriage of the descriptive (and emotional) effect of the wall
itself and the technique used to paint the wall in music. It’s also a foreshadowing,
in 2008, of the unexpected ways in which counterpoint has taken over my musical
imagination in recent years. (This recital has three fugues in it. If someone
told me ten years ago that I would write something like twenty-six fugues, and many
other contrapuntal pieces, over the next decade, I would have laughed
incredulously.)
4) The great house,
suitable for entertaining. The great house is represented by crashing
chords, a stentorian bit of quasi-recitative, and some noisy development of
some of the earlier material associated with the smaller buildings. The wind
quickly asserts itself. One is glad to be inside.
5) The wind. The
arpeggios that constitute this bit of wind music are derived from the arpeggios
that waft around the woodshed (remember the woodshed?). I find that as I
practice the wind music I want to play it in in a more and more exaggerated
manner. Ideally I can make it whoosh and howl around the house, making everyone
glad to be inside.
6) The song of another
time. When I was writing this piece I was also practicing the Waldszenen of Schumann (opus 82, also
known as Waldescenen and other
spellings.) I decided I spent too much time practicing hard music, and I should
learn some easier pieces. I had learned “The Prophet Bird” in my youth (that’s
the only piece from the set that anyone plays these days) and liked it a lot. I
took one look at the entire opus and was hooked. — a very imaginative, original
and somewhat dark collection that seemed to have my name written on it. For
various reasons I have not played Waldszenen
in public, but I still practice it from time to time, for my own pleasure. The
tune in Eb that floats in towards the end of “Tuckaway” is consciously modeled
on the sixth movement, “Wayside Inn.” Looking at “Wayside Inn” today, I’m
surprised at just how similar the tunes are. Mine is somewhat slower, and takes
a deliberately grandiose and sentimental turn (in the manner of Percy Grainger's "Colonial Song"), but the shape of the two tunes
is quite close.
7) How all this ends. The wind swells and
takes over. I imagined a movie camera looking in at the window, pulling back
gradually so that one sees and hears more and more of the weather and less and
less of the party inside. Eventually everything quiets down. Inside the cozy
house everyone goes to bed, with little Ivesian touches as they settle down.
Having written “Tuckaway in Early Summer” I have no desire
to write another descriptive piece. That being said, I’m very happy to have
written this one.
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