Showing posts with label lieberson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lieberson. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Remembering Peter and Lorraine Lieberson: True Love as a Practice for Awakening the Heart

Peter & Lorraine, ©2006, Emil Miland
O    ihr Zärtlichen, tretet zuweilen
in den Atem, der euch nicht meint,
laßt ihn an eueren Wangen sich teilen,
hinter euch zittert er, wieder vereint.

O ihr Seligen, O ihr Heilen,
die ihr der Anfang der Herzen scheint.
Bogen der Pfeile und Ziele von Pfeilen,
ewiger glänzt euer Lächeln verweint.

Fürchtet euch nicht zu leiden, die Schwere,
gebt sie zurück an der Erde Gewicht;
schwer sind die Berge, schwer sind die Meere.

Selbst die als Kinder ihr pflanztet, die Bäume,
wurden zu schwer längst ; ihr trüget sie nicht.
Aber die Lüfte ... aber die Räume ...

[O you Tender Ones, you will walk, persisting
Through the cold breath that was not breathed for your sake,
Your heedless cheeks oblivious to its trembling.
Blowing as it does, the wind coalesces behind you after you've passed, without trace.

O Blessed Ones, healthy and whole though you be now,
Who seem to be enveloped and self-sufficient, the epitome of life and the heart's beginning.
Bows are there for each conceivable arrow and a target for all arrows:
Logical correlates of the perpetual brilliance of your pulsatile smile.

Fear not the pain and sorrow and stillness that will inevitably come,
Consign all of that back to the heavy Earth who knows good and well what to do with it:
Heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.

Even as a child, you planted these trees:
Already they are awfully heavy, beyond belief really.
Despite this persists the pervasive space ... the ubiquitous breezes ...]”
  —  Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, VI.
P eter Lieberson died of sepsis, a complication of his lymphoma and treatment for lymphoma last Saturday, at age 64. Lieberson gratified our ears not only with composerly talent but with a humor and warm personality that do not require atmospheric ‘soft-focus’ photos like the one above to convey the inner gentleness.

P eter’s wife, Lorraine Hunt Lieberson, died of breast cancer at age 52, in 2006. She was a mezzo-soprano, known for her dramatic power and raw virtuosity as well as her artistry performing Baroque era and new compositions. Her career path to becoming a singer was unconventional. Formerly a professional violist, Lieberson changed her full-time focus to singing when she was around 30 (1985 and beyond). As violist she played in the Orchestra of Emmanuel Music in Boston under conductor Craig Smith and later sang in the chorus. For a time, she was also principal viola in Berkeley Symphony.

I n re-listening to recordings I have of Peter’s later compositions, Lorraine’s influence on Peter’s soul and heart becomes evident… how she provided him with insights and renewal. This is an undeniable element in Peter’s writing after 1997. Lorraine’s influence is diaphoric, trans-illuminating—an emblem of spirit-in-matter. Must be why he fell in love with her… good reason why anyone would fall in love with anyone.


    [50-sec clip, Lorraine Hunt Lieberson & Peter Serkin, Peter Lieberson, ‘Rilke Songs’, ‘O, ihr Zärtlichen’, 1.6MB MP3]

L ieberson was expert at syllabic setting and pitch repetition: the vocal part centers on particular notes for considerable proportions of passages. These songs are predominantly recitative. They have suspended accompaniment and rubato manifestations of the singing part.

W   hen I was growing up, my mother, whose first language was German, would often quote lines from Rilke. I have been drawn to his poetry ever since. Rilke evokes feelings, states of being that are at the edge of awareness, mysterious but close to the heart. One can’t always understand exactly what he means. I believe this is a deliberate elusiveness in order to provoke our intuition. The Rilke Songs were written for my wife, Lorraine Hunt Lieberson. I think of them as love songs even though the poems themselves are not overtly about love. They are about being childlike and open in ‘O ihr Zärtlichen’; in ‘Atmen, du unsichtbares Gedicht!,’ they are about the breath being a complete exchange between our own essence and the universe. They are about how the breath seems to go out into space like our wandering son; the mysterious way in which we might transform ourselves: ‘If drinking is bitter, turn yourself into wine’ (‘Stiller Freund’). To me these Rilkean insights are a gift of love..”
  —  Peter Lieberson, program notes.
K atherine Kelton maintains that Peter Lieberson “learned about the complexity of the human voice and the multitude of intricacies of which it is capable” through Lorraine. “Much as Robert Schumann’s love for Clara Wieck inspired him to compose in a genre he had previously disregarded,” so too Lorraine propelled Peter in directions that were, up to then, unfamiliar.

M aybe this is so; maybe a ‘push’ theory is right.

B ut it is also possible (and, I think, more likely) that it was a matter of ‘pull’, of natural attraction. In fact, it is hardly plausible that the diverse nuances of the voice could have been novel for Peter in 1997. If anything, his many years leading Shambhala sessions led him to develop acute sensitivity to myriad manifestations of ego/self and selflessness. And there was Lorraine, an eager collaborator, able to animate a composition so as to lead to discoveries for both, on the part of both.

L orraine’s performances of Peter’s compositions evoke what Mircea Eliade once called ‘dialectique du sacre’ and ‘hierophanies’. Sacred portrayal is realized as an individual creative act—one that embodies both spiritual insight and sensual perception. The relationship ceases to be merely ‘of-the-world’. It achieves transcendence, a dimension of sacredness. That, I believe, is what we hear in these wonderful recordings. The feeling conveyed is one of consummate ‘hereness’, ‘thisness’—a kind of presence, of living entirely in the present.

I    think of my Rilke Songs as love songs even though they are not overtly about love. They are, for example, about being child-like and open, as in “O ihr Zärtlichen;” about the breath being a complete exchange of our own essence with the universe in “Atmen, du unsichtbares Gedicht;” about the mysterious ways in which we might transform ourselves in “Stiller Freund” . . . To me, these Rilkean insights are gifts of love.”
  — Peter Lieberson, program notes to ‘Rilke Songs’.
T   he act of singing... when my voice is feeling free and soaring... it is a wonderful, healing experience.”
  — Lorraine Hunt, interview with Terry Gross, NPR, 1996.
T    he spelling sgra bla (‘la of sound’) found in the ancient texts as a matter of fact is based on a very deep principle characteristic of the most authentic Bön tradition. Sound, albeit not visible, can be perceived through the sense of hearing and used as a means of communication, and is in fact linked to the cha (the individual’s positive force, the base of prosperity), wang tang (ascendancy-capacity), and all the other aspects of a person’s energy, aspects that are directly related with the protective deities and entities that every person has from birth. Moreover, sound is considered the foremost connection between the individual himself and his la.”
  —  Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche, Drung De’u and Bön, translated by Adriano Clemente, Library of Tibetan Works and Archives, 1995, p. 61.
T o me, Peter Lieberson’s later compositions embody Shambhala texts that reveal and test our relationship to the “material world” and our sense perceptions. They teach the practice of enriching presence—the ability to instantly envision the inner wealth within oneself.

T   o compose ‘Neruda Songs’, I responded to the words and to the emotional tone of the poem. I heard notes when I read the words. Generally I like the tactile feeling, the sensual feeling of being at the piano, so I compose there. I listen very, very carefully to the words, and the harmony is very intuitive. The great period of jazz, that’s how I learned harmony, Bill Evans and Miles Davis. That was my ear training. Orchestrations come easily to me, and I often hear which instrument should be playing. It’s constant responsiveness; it’s somewhere between improvising and strategizing.”
  —  Peter Lieberson, interview with Pierre Ruhe, 10-JUN-2010.
T here is, to me, a cinematic quality to the songs—as though the composer were a cameraman.

C amera placement distinctly influences our perception of the world that’s portrayed and the characters in it. Shooting down at a seated character can diminish her presence and stature; it may make her seem submissive or even supplicative. Filming up at a character provides a sense of the figure’s power and command. By contrast, in Rilke Songs it is as if Peter Lieberson’s ‘camera’ is placed at eye-level, making the perspective like what we would see while sitting across from Lorraine having a conversation. The character isn’t ‘owned’ by the camera/cameraperson nor is she sensationalized by it.

C    ombien qu'a nous soit cause le Soleil
Que toute chose est tresclerement veue:
Ce neantmoins pour trop arrester l'œil
En sa splendeur lon pert soubdain la veue.
Mon ame ainsi de son objiect pourueue
De tous mes sens me rend abandonné,
Comme si lors en moy tout estonné
Semeles fust en presence rauie
De son Amant de fouldre enuironné
Qui luy ostast par ses esclaires la vie.

[Much as the Sun causes each thing
To lie so clearly before our eyes:
To linger too long in its splendor
Is to be suddenly made blind.
My soul and its object
Now abandoned by all my senses,
As if, within me, and to my great surprise
Semele were ravished in my presence
By her Lover [Zeus] who, with his thunderbolts,
Snatched her life in a flash of light.]”
  —  Maurice Scève, Délie, v.443.
T here is an interview that Lorraine did with NPR’s Terry Gross back in 1996, in which Lorraine confides her fascination with identity-bending, gender-bending roles—the journeys of self-discovery and transcendence that are made possible through these. Beyond angle, camera placement also affects the view that we have onto the action and the resultant meaning we can derive from a shot. On the surface, the Rilke Songs setting of several Rilke poems celebrate the then-undersung life and burgeoning talent of Lorraine Hunt Lieberson. That her belated decampment from viola to singing was what vaulted her to international fame was an oddity: here was the soul and and the propensities of a string player inhabiting an operatic singer’s body.

P eter leveraged Lorraine’s enthusiasm for transcendent experiences to honor her. In Rilke Songs, it is as though composer Peter were a filmmaker choosing to shoot in a long profile ‘take’. The placement of the voice-leading/camera here and the accompaniment there; the choice to let the ‘shot’ play out as it does; these reveal the nuanced components, not only of composition but of microphone placement and physicality that Lorraine so deftly crafted in the use of her vocal instrument. No other ‘camera’ position and mic position could have permitted such insight into her craft, nor into the craft of the composer who created this vehicle for shared expression.

E   very 24-hour day is a tremendous gift to us. So we all should learn to live in a way that makes joy and happiness possible. The first miracle of mindfulness is our true presence—being here, present, totally alive. If you are really here, the other will also be here. Loving? It is recognizing the presence of the other with your love... Dear One, I am here for you... A human tendency is to see spirituality as a process of self-improvement—the impulse to develop and refine the ego when the ego is, by nature, essentially empty. The problem is that ego can convert anything to its own use, even spirituality.”
  — Thich Nhat Hanh.
N o atmospherics or sentimentality in this long ‘take’. Her delivery is straightforward and expository, articulated calmly and directly to the listener. Knowing as we do that these performances were sung—the compositions were composed—when Lorraine was already afflicted by breast cancer, the récits produce a kind of uncanniness; produce narrative convergences between Peter and Lorraine; they embody a tantric, elliptical concentration; they are an Unheimlichkeit, a Verklärung, eine Vorahnung.

T hese wonderful specimens of humankind will be deeply missed.

Shambhala
  • The Heart of Warriorship
  • Level I: The Art of Being Human
  • Level II: Birth of the Warrior
  • Level III: Warrior in the World
  • Level IV: Awakened Heart
  • Level V: Open Sky

  • The Sacred Path
  • Great Eastern Sun
  • Windhorse
  • Drala
  • Meek
  • Perky
  • Outrageous and Inscrutable
  • Golden Key




Sunday, March 23, 2008

Philip West’s Chamber Ensemble Arrangement of Mahler’s Rückert Lieder

 Jan DeGaetani
T  he performances here, leaving aside the emotional circumstances of their provenance, are priceless. [DeGaetani’s] illness had done nothing to dim the lustrous quality of her instantly recognizable mezzo voice nor her impeccable musicianship. West’s chamber reductions of the orchestral scores are skillful and effective. This is one of my ‘desert isle’ recordings [ —one that, were I marooned on a desert isle, I would salvage as one of the but few things I could take with me from the wreck].”
  —  J. Scott Morrison, 2003.
I spend part of Easter Sunday listening to the chamber ensemble arrangements of Mahler’s ‘Fünf Lieder nach Texten von Friedrich Rückert’ by Jan DeGaetani’s husband, Philip West (oboe, English horn, shawm, and krummhorn; long-time Professor of chamber music at Eastman School of Music), sung by DeGaetani, accompanied by the Eastman Chamber Ensemble. These are the last recordings made by DeGaetani, several months before her death from leukemia. The recording was done in 1989 and released on Bridge Records in 1993. Coincidentally, Philip West died also of leukemia 14 years later, on 26-JUN-2004. He was 73. At the time of her death, she had been 56.

 Philip West The movements are as follows:

  • Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder! − Do not look at my songs! (June 1901)
  • Ich atmet’ einen linden Duft − I breathed a gentle fragrance (July 1901)
  • Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen − I am lost to the world (August 1901)
  • Um Mitternacht − At midnight (August 1901)
  • Liebst du um Schönheit − If you love for beauty (August 1902)
W est’s arrangements enhance the suppleness of line, delicacy of texture, and uncertainty of intermittent admixtures—they emphasize these qualities even more than in the original Mahler orchestrations.

In fact, if you hear DeGaetani’s rendering of the West arrangements, you will rethink whether the original full-orchestra Mahler manuscripts were as good as these—rethink whether any of the many superb orchestral performances of the originals are anywhere near this good. In some ways, West’s arrangements are like expert ‘novelizations’ of a screenplay—faithful transductions after-the-fact, which not only are true to the original intent but in many ways improve upon the originals or reveal shades and nuances that were not fully developed in them.

Chronologically, these lieder hail from a time in Mahler’s life when he was in progressively worse health, and the precariousness of his prognosis totally changed his outlook and his compositional style—from the more extroverted ‘early’ Mahler, to the introverted and otherworldly ‘late’ Mahler. Four of these five songs were written in the summer of 1901; Liebst du um Schönheit in summer of 1902. The first four were originally issued individually, in versions for voice with piano and orchestra; Liebst was only in piano manuscript and was orchestrated posthumously in 1916.

Unlike his ‘Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen’ or ‘Kindertotenlieder’, Mahler’s five Rückert Lieder do not form a cycle. And their other-worldliness is not some beatific transcendental vision; rather, it is an existential despair—a profound relinquishing; a near-total cessation of desire; a hebephrenic hymn, inconsolable, announcing the futility of any attempts to provide solace.

Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder’ confides that the poet/composer/performer mistrusts her/his own judgment as frail or unreliable—confides an irreducible uncertainty, such that anything she/he might say does not bear overmuch scrutiny. A life’s story, retold in the waning days, may be marked by revisions and changed perceptions—priorities reset and substituted in recollection, priorities that may not have been quite as they are now being recounted.

The orchestral version of these lieder is thinly orchestrated—mostly single winds, horn, harp, plus a few violins and violas; in some songs a celesta is added. The string parts are ethereal, atmospheric. ‘Um Mitternacht’ is dark, midnightly in its coloration. Here, Mahler specified an orchestra without strings, just pairs of woodwinds (with a single oboe d’amore instead of an oboe section), three horns, two trumpets, three trombones, a solitary tuba, tympani, plus harp and piano.

 Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen’, the most hebephrenic, regressive, and despondent of the Rückert songs, is serene only by way of withdrawal from society. We infer that the withdrawal is natural result of the protagonist’s struggle in the preceding two stanzas. This song, dark and weighty, has an English horn but no flute. It presents a pensive upward melodic line, up from two notes to three, and then arcing toward the line’s melodic peak, followed by descent. This is beautiful in all of the various versions. But it seems best of all in a thinner chamber ensemble arrangement, like Philip West’s, or in the original piano version. The Jan DeGaetani—Eastman Ensemble performance (this arr. by Philip West) is my favorite. Or, a close ‘second’, the Lorraine Hunt Lieberson—Roger Vignoles one—also very intimate. In the case of the latter version, Lieberson’s own failing health informed her interpretation, in much the same manner as Jan DeGaetani’s health informed the 1989 Eastman performance. ‘Desert isle’ material, indeed!


 Painter book

Ich atmet' einen linden Duft!I breathed a gentle fragrance!
Im Zimmer standIn the room stood
Ein Zweig der Linde,a sprig of linden,
Ein Angebindea gift
Von lieber Hand.from a dear hand.
Wie lieblich war der Lindenduft!How lovely was the fragrance of linden!
  
Wie lieblich ist der Lindenduft!How lovely is the fragrance of linden!
Das LindenreisThat twig of linden
Brachst du gelinde!you broke off so gently!
Ich atme leisSoftly I breathe in
Im Duft der Lindethe fragrance of linden,
Der Liebe linden Duft.the gentle fragrance of love.
  
Liebst du um Schönheit,If you love for beauty,
O nicht mich liebe! Oh, do not love me!
Liebe die Sonne,Love the sun,
Sie trägt ein gold'nes Haar!She has golden hair!
  
Liebst du um Jugend,If you love for youth,
O nicht mich liebe!Oh, do not love me!
Liebe der Frühling,Love the spring;
Der jung ist jedes Jahr! It is young every year!
  
Liebst du um Schätze,If you love for treasure,
O nicht mich liebe. Oh, do not love me!
Liebe die Meerfrau,Love the mermaid;
Sie hat viel Perlen klar.She has many clear pearls!
  
Liebst du um Liebe,If you love for love,
O ja, mich liebe!Oh yes, do love me!
Liebe mich immer, Love me ever,
Dich lieb' ich immerdar.I'll love you evermore!
  
Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder!Do not look at my songs!
Meine Augen schlag' ich nieder,My eyes I lower,
Wie ertappt auf böser Tat.as if I've been caught in an evil deed.
Selber darf ich nicht getrauen,I can't even trust myself
Ihrem Wachsen zuzuschauen.to watch them grow.
Deine Neugier ist Verrat!Your curiosity is a betrayal!
  
Bienen, wenn sie Zellen bauen,Bees, when they build their cells,
Lassen auch nicht zu sich schauen,also do not let anyone observe them;
Schauen selber auch nicht zu.even themselves.
Wann die reichen HonigwabenIf the rich honeycombs
Sie zu Tag gefördert haben,are brought out to the light of day,
Dann vor allen nasche du!then you shall taste them before everyone else!
  
Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen,I am lost to the world
Mit der ich sonst viele Zeit verdorben,with which I used to waste so much time,
Sie hat so lange nichts von mir vernommen,It has heard nothing from me for so long
Sie mag wohl glauben, ich sei gestorben!that it may very well believe that I am dead!
  
Es ist mir auch gar nichts daran gelegen,It is of no consequence to me
Ob sie mich für gestorben hält,Whether it thinks me dead;
Ich kann auch gar nichts sagen dagegen,I cannot deny it,
Denn wirklich bin ich gestorben der Welt.for I really am dead to the world.
  
Ich bin gestorben dem Weltgetümmel,I am dead to the world's tumult,
Und ruh' in einem stillen Gebiet!And I rest in a quiet realm!
Ich leb' allein in meinem Himmel,I live alone in my heaven,
In meinem Lieben, in meinem Lied!In my love and in my song!
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Hab' ich gewachtI awoke
Und aufgeblickt zum Himmel;and gazed up to heaven;
Kein Stern vom SterngewimmelNo star in the entire mass
Hat mir gelachtdid smile down at me
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Hab' ich gedachtI projected my thoughts
Hinaus in dunkle Schranken.out past the dark barriers.
Es hat kein LichtgedankenNo thought of light
Mir Trost gebrachtbrought me comfort
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Nahm ich in achtI paid close attention
Die Schläge meines Herzens;to the beating of my heart;
Ein einz'ger Puls des SchmerzesOne single pulse of agony
War angefachtflared up
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Kämpft' ich die Schlacht,I fought the battle,
O Menschheit, deiner Leiden;O Mankind, of your suffering;
Nicht konnt' ich sie entscheidenI could not decide it
Mit meiner Machtwith my strength
Um Mitternacht.at midnight.
  
Um MitternachtAt midnight
Hab' ich die MachtI surrendered my strength
In deine Hand gegeben!into your hands!
Herr! über Tod und LebenGod! over death and life
Du hältst die WachtYou keep watch
Um Mitternacht!at midnight!