Sunday, April 27, 2014 — In the forests of the Vallée du Blavet

14-04-27 BLOG The Forests of Morbihan 1

A maze of mists and shadows.

It’s easy to under­stand why it was so hard for the Romans, and then the French, to con­quer Brit­tany. The land resem­bles, as I said yes­ter­day, the Ozarks or West Vir­ginia in its basic sur­face struc­ture. Brit­tany shares the same North Atlantic winds and cur­rents that turn Eng­land into a sog­gy mess. There are creeks every­where. Every tree and rock is slimy with moss. The ground cov­er is thick. There are climb­ing vines cling­ing to every decid­u­ous tree. Except where the ground is lev­el, it’s slip­pery foot­ing — and it’s sel­dom lev­el. This for­est con­tains an amaz­ing vari­ety of trees. Call­ing it “mixed for­est” is an under­state­ment. Oaks are every­where, and so are an odd-look­ing sil­ver birch. There are also spruce and the occa­sion­al pine. One large stand of spruce I passed through was par­tic­u­lar­ly creepy, a con­fus­ing maze of mist and shad­ows. Every­thing about this for­est makes for slow going, and the under­growth quick­ly swal­low up any foot­path that isn’t con­stant­ly used. Read more »

Saturday, April 26, 2014 — Saint-Barthélelmy, Morbihan, Bretagne, France

A church bell tolls in the Bre­ton vil­lage of Saint-Barthéle­my. It rained last night. Today it’s cool, and the blue sky is bro­ken up by rapid­ly mov­ing clouds. The view from the win­dow is calm­ing. Brit­tany is a land of Ozark-like hills and hol­lows. There are plen­ty of trees. Not the tamed woods of Eng­land or the order­ly plains of France, but real for­est, in which the farms and vil­lages are embed­ded like raisins in a bran muf­fin. There’s a con­stant cho­rus of bird song, even in the mid­dle of the vil­lage. The farms look pros­per­ous, well-appoint­ed and scrupu­lous­ly clean. The hous­es are charm­ing and well-kept, whether they are ancient stone or new­ly built.  Read more »

Image of the month: art of Egon Schiele

2014 JUNSelf Por­trait with Physalis, 1912

FILMSMARCH 2014

(Win­ner 1972) Death Wish
(Rush­ton 2013) Time Team: Ep.271 ― Spe­cial: Twen­ty Years of Time Team
(Dis­ney & Iwerks 1928) The Gal­lopin’ Gau­cho [Mick­ey Mouse #2]
(St. Clair & Tut­tle 1929) The Canary Mur­der Case
(Nichols 1913) Fat­ty Joins the Force
(Cas­tle 1959) The Tin­gler Read more »

First-time listening for March 2014

22842. (Jean-Philippe Rameau) Pyg­malion [com­plete opera; d. Leon­hardt; Elwes, van der 
. . . . . Sluis, Van­hecke, Yakar]
22843. (Yeah Yeah Yeahs) Mosquito
(Kiri Te Kanawa) Solo e Amore — Puc­ci­ni Arias:
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READINGMARCH 2014

21660. (Wil­fed The­siger) Among the Moun­tains — Trav­els Through Asia
21661. (Philip Mat­tera) Sub­si­diz­ing the Cor­po­rate One Per­cent: Sub­sidy Track­er 2.0 Reveals 
. . . . . Big-Busi­ness Dom­i­nance of State and Local Devel­op­ment Incen­tives [report]
(Kather­ine Mans­field) In a Ger­man Pension:
. . . . 21662. (John Mid­dle­ton Mur­ry) Intro­duc­to­ry Note [pref­ace]
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La Mer and the Garden of Fand

Debussy’s La Mer is so famil­iar that it’s easy to for­get how rev­o­lu­tion­ary a piece it was when it was fin­ished in 1905. After a gazil­lion per­for­mances, it still remains fresh. We are accus­tomed to think of it as a pure exam­ple of “expres­sion­ism”, a kind of musi­cal equiv­a­lent of Monet’s fuzzy lily pads and flow­ers, and it is indeed that. But at the same time, it exhibits a strict clas­si­cism in its struc­ture, and roman­tic dynamism in that a “sto­ry” unfolds as each sec­tion devel­ops from hints in pre­vi­ous sec­tions, and it trav­els through the emo­tions as much as any high roman­tic sym­phony. In fact, it is fair enough to call it a sym­phony, if you think more in terms of the last Sibelius sym­phony than of Beethoven or Schu­bert. So it gives us the best of three worlds. Like most peo­ple who lis­ten to clas­si­cal music, I some­times neglect to lis­ten prop­erly to “con­cert chest­nuts” like this. In fact, it had been quite some time since I had giv­en La Mer any thought. What trig­gered a return to it was lis­ten­ing to anoth­er impres­sion­ist work about the sea, much less well-known, Arnold Bax’s The Gar­den of Fand.

Fand leaves her lover Cu Chu­lainn (Man­an­nan MacLir in the mid­dle casts a spell of obliv­ion upon his wife, Fand) — Illus­tra­tion by Yvonne Gilbert

Arnold Bax (1870–1953) was an Eng­lish com­poser who became obsessed with Irish music, poet­ry and mythol­ogy. He is best known for a series of tone poems on celtic themes, of which Tin­tagel (1917) is the best known, and The Gar­den of Fand (1913–16) is the best. I’ve loved this piece for most of my life, though for a long time could only find a sin­gle record­ing of it. For­tu­nately, it was by Adri­an Boult, the most sym­pa­thetic and able Bax inter­preter. Bax had lit­tle fame or suc­cess dur­ing his life­time. The ear­ly tone poems had a mod­est suc­cess, but his sev­en sym­phonies dropped into obliv­ion. How­ever, Sibelius felt his work was first-rate, and the two men formed a last­ing friend­ship. It was the advo­cacy of Adri­an Boult that slow­ly brought Bax back into view, though most of his works were not avail­able on record until the 1980s. Sibelius’s influ­ence is vis­i­ble in his work, but not obvi­ously so. Debussy’s influ­ence is more obvi­ous, with the French­man’s par­al­lel thirds shift­ing by whole tones, and sparkling wood­wind orna­ments. But Debussy tends to evoke nature with dis­pas­sion, while Bax invokes a more super­nat­ural, even creepy sen­si­bil­ity. The Gar­den of Fand is based on an ancient Irish epic from the Ulster Cycle tale, Ser­g­lige Con Culainn (The Sickbed of Cúchu­lainn). Fand is a Celtic sea god­dess, asso­ci­ated with the tran­si­tion to the oth­er world, faerie. The peren­nial Irish hero, Cúchu­lainn, tan­gles with her, to his per­il. What has always appealed to me about the piece is it’s sin­u­ous, shape-shift­ing melody, which has stuck in my mind far more than most. Around it, Bax weaves no end of dra­matic sur­prises. It’s a fab­u­lously inven­tive piece, with sud­den changes of tem­po and sur­pris­ing effects. Lit­tle twin­kling fig­ures trans­form into sin­is­ter for­tis­si­mos. Like Celtic myth, the piece is decep­tive, noth­ing ever remain­ing the same for long, and noth­ing being quite what if first appears to be… in short, it’s like the sea.
 

Image of the month:

2014 MAR

FILMSFEBRUARY 2014

(Ray 1991) Agan­tuk [আগন্তুক; Agontuk; The Stranger]
(Thomas 1962) Car­ry On Cruising
(Branagh 2011) Thor
(Johansen & Nielsen 1975) La’ os være [Leave Us Alone]
(Méri­enne & Wilner 2010) La Bre­tagne au coeur [Des racines et des ailes series]
(Mega­hey 1993) Hour of the Pig [aka The Advo­cate] Read more »

First-time listening for February 2014

22742. (Hen­ry Pur­cell) Dido and Aeneas [com­plete opera; d. Pin­nock; von Otter, Varcoe, 
. . . . . Rogers]
22743. (Fuck But­tons) Slow Focus
22744. (Tomas­so Albi­noni) Dou­ble Oboe Con­cer­to, Op.7 #11: Adagio
22745. (Tomas­so Albi­noni) Dou­ble Oboe Con­cer­to, Op.7 #2: Adagio
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