Let us though look at a few more renditions. Here first is
Unknown Artist with his super-charged giant harpsichord. He takes
over six minutes, longer than our own crackpot even, and we must say we admire the power and clarity of his work. Unfortunately his identity was lost in a disc crash in May last year, but we have a strong suspicion that he is either
Trevor or Bob.
In complete contrast, the version of
the Northern American crackpot Glenn is simply absurd; he plays it at double speed and in a merry
staccato, thus ensuring that all the worthwhile qualities of the work are entirely lost.
The version of
Wanda is very nearly as slow as those both of our own house crackpot and the Unknown Artist; that is Good. The thing to remember here is that she is the only representative of that Old School which came to maturity before the invasion of anti-æsthetical microbes from space in 1908. Wanda knew Many Things that later performers were never taught. It would repay every one we think to study her rendition very very carefully. Looking at her graph in Samplitude we see a confirmation of what Mr. Iron has already told us, namely that her increases in loudness (which are considerable) take place not steadily but rather stepwise, in little jumps. Is this to be regarded as a limitation of the instrument?
Rosalyn's performance is a very peculiar one; she does not seem particularly interested in the verticalities, and Members will hear some very odd emphases indeed.
And let us now throw
Angela in for good measure! Her rendition contains a great many good points.
Even if all these performers disagree with each other on the question of
tempo, there is one aspect of the work upon which they are in accord: namely that it should begin quietly and end loudly (although Angela again tails off a little on the final notes).
We would be most interested to hear
Ralph's performance too as comparison in this survey, if the good Mr. Patio could see his way clear . . .
Some interesting and varied performances there Mr Grew! Let us comment upon them...
The first - by the 'Unknown Artist' - stands as a beacon akin to some 'Grave of the Unknown Warrior' does not it? It is almost like music written for a Transylvanian horror film in which the unsuspecting victim - having (he supposes) innocently arrived at his hotel room - carefully opens the wardrobe to deposit his few belongings, only to be greeted by a clanging and out-of-time
Waltz macabre played spontaneously by a row of unladen and unwieldly metal coat hangers! This 'performance' is carefully judged so as to elicit the greatest possible fear from the victim with the very opening note - played
fortissimo with even the 16' coat hangers bashing themselves against the side of the wardrobe. "What..." he feels "...have I done to deserve this?". As he gazes transfixed at the ghostly performance, gaining pace and severity with every passing note, he waits with the greatest patience for the inevitable
event of the final
tierce de picardie before collapsing upon the floor in a state of emotional and physical stress.
Glenn is just Glenn - he pokes his way through as usual, although the Tempo is not really as fast as he likes to make it sound! It is, believe it or not, a fairly brisk but 'real'
Alla breve.
Wanda's performance again has that Transylvanian ambience, even though her instrument sounds more like a box of paper clips than a wardrobe full of rusty coat hangers. We are left in wonderment at her innate skill in making paper clips sound so musical - but a clue lies in the way she plays the first 4 notes: listening carefully, she deliberately sustains the B# so that it gracefully harmonizes with the following E and D#. It does not matter that Bach did not indicate this manner of delivery because it makes its
own valid contribution to a genuine (if rather idiosyncratic) logic. Like the other Transylvanian performance, however, no understanding of - or response to - the explicit differences in style, intent and pacing between 4/4 and 2/2 is demonstrated. Indeed here again we are to understand that 2/2 means 'exactly the same thing' as 4/4, but that because the consequent notation is now in minims, crotchets and quavers (rather than crotchets, quavers and semiquavers) it 'must be' the case that the tempo has to be SLOW!
Rosalyn gives another one of her memorable performances here, and it is noteworthy that she again shows herself to be the pioneer who spearheads the technique (noted by Mr Grew) whereby this Fugue 'begins quietly and ends loudly'. Indeed it has to, because after having 'solo-ed out' the first theme (bars 1 - 35) she first finds that there is now a
second theme to 'solo out' as well (bars 35 - 49), and second she then discovers that there is eventually also a
third one (bars 49 - 115). Since the fugue only contains 5 voices, it is clear that by the time three of these are taken up with the three Subjects - each of which by default needs hammering at us every time it exists - the volume will inevitably be very much louder than it was at the beginning (where there was only one theme that needed socking to us). But there is one very strange aspect of Rosalyn's performance: from bar 36, she slips into a proper moving
Alla breve tempo (we have, after all, now arrived at the point where continuous quavers are brought into existence). One can only wonder, therefore, why she did not begin at this speed - perhaps that was all part of the surprise?
Angela's performance is obviously closely modelled upon that of Rosalyn (as one would expect). So it starts slowly, quietly and mysteriously. But (again) at bar 36 it begins to pick up pace (i.e. to what it should have been at the beginning). Unlike Rosalyn she does not bash us in the face every time the theme is heard, and we must infer therefore that her decision to make the dynamic progressively louder as the piece progresses was a purely aesthetic one on her part (and not, as in Rosalyn's case, an unavoidable and inescapable result of the accretion of more and more themes that all need to be bashed out simultaneously). It is puzzling why she allows the pace (having managed to acquire it) and tension to flag at the end, and dissolves again (as in other movements) into one of her sulks, ending as though she has just played a quiet movement from Schumann's
Kinderszenen.
I must confess that I have a soft spot for flying Leon, and also for dear old Glenn. They both have what I believe is the right idea for this piece (even though they both play it a
little too quickly for the style). But I share Mr Grew's distaste for the
staccato playing that Glenn gives us - applying a
détaché sparingly at the level of the crotchet (in
Alla breve) is one thing, but then to inflict it so mercilessly also upon the flowing quavers is tasteless.
Baz