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The
year is 1958 and I've just returned from the city of Gloucester after
listening to a gramophone record recital of Beethoven's Fifth
Symphony.
...In
1958 I was nearly twelve years old and Dad was going into the city to a
gramophone record recital and asked if I would like to go with him.
Anything to do with music was my "thing" so I jumped at the chance.
"We're going to the Guildhall," he told me, "and it's quite likely
we'll have to stand." That was OK by me. Being invited to accompany my
Dad anywhere was OK by me - I worshipped him and the chance to stand in
a hall and listen to music with him was thrilling. The radio was always
on in our house, except for when I got out the wind up gramophone and
played some of the 78rpm shellac records we had in our collection. In
those days, the BBC was well organised. For comedy and fun, there was
the Light Programme. For drama and more serious stuff, there was the
Home Programme. And for classical music and Greek tragedies, there was
the Third Programme. We listened to Mantovani, to Henry Hall and his
Orchestra, to the Billy Cotton Band Show, to the Bob Miller band, and
to record request programmes such as Childrens' Favourites, Two Way
Family Favourites and Housewives' Choice. Then there were music
programmes such as Friday Night is Music Night (as though you weren't
allowed to listen to music any other night). This was the domain of
Henry Hall (I'm Henry Hall and tonight is my bath night, we used to
say).
On
Saturday mornings Brian Matthew played the latest folk and skiffle
records. And two weeks of every year in the summer, Housewives' Choice
was broadcast from the Earl's Court Radio Show, and you would
occasionally hear an Elvis Presley record, or Ricky Nelson, the Everley
Brothers, and Bobby Darin. But for the most part, the BBC did not play
pop records. For that you had to tune in to frequency 208m and find
Radio Luxembourg. And then, the early sixties, the pirate radios began,
and there was wall-to-wall pop music played by geniuses such as Kenny
Everett, who introduced the people of Britain to the joys of the Beach
Boys and Queen. Dad's classical music ended with Beethoven. His
absolute favourite was Bach, but he did like some Beethoven, mainly the
symphonies. Anything later than that, and he was simply not interested.
Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the one with the stupendous opening that
reminded everyone of the recently finished Second World War, because of
the morse code that spelt out "V" for victory. I was not familiar with
it in 1958. although later that year, in the school Christmas concert,
I played second violin in the orchestral arrangement of the final
movement by Harold Laud, my school music teacher. That was the last
concert in which I took part because the following year I became
embroiled in the matter of being groomed and then abused by my
peripatetic violin teacher, and my violin days were over. I turned to
the guitar, taught myself the basic chords and played along to my new
LP records by Django Reinhardt and Lonnie Donegan.
We took the
bus into the city and walked from Kings Square round to the Guildhall,
which, from memory, in 1958, was opposite Gloucester City Library. The
audience was exclusively male, and I didn't see anyone at all who was
not a grown up. Added to that, 99% of them, including my Dad, smoked.
Looking back, I realise that I spent the first sixteen years of my life
in a house in which everyone except me smoked, and I guess I must have
been well used to it. Even visiting uncles and aunts smoked - it's a
wonder I survived! From the age of sixteen, I abhorred it. I was
invited to try it for myself but I declined. Why would anyone want to
put something so vile in their mouth and then set fire to it? It made
no sense at all to me. I have never smoked and find it utterly
repellent. But in 1958, I stood with my Dad at the back of that
smoke-filled hall and listened, enraptured, to Beethoven's FIfth
Symphony. It would probably have been a recording, on 78rpm discs, by
someone like Otto Klemperer, I imagine, knowing what I know now
about the recordings that were available back then. I don't know if the
Workers' Educational Association was up and running in 1958, but this
would have been a genuine attempt to educate the masses in classical
music, and Dad wanted to go, and I loved it! I decided that my very
next record purchase would be of Beethoven's Fifth, and a short while
later, when Woolworth's introduced their very own record label, the
Embassy record label, I grabbed a ten inch LP, paid for it, and made my
way home to play it. Everyone in the house loved classical music. We
used to listen to Promenade concerts on the Third Programme, and
Mantovani and the other BBC regulars often played light classical
pieces in their programmes. I heard an adaptation of Hugo Alfven's
Swedish Rhapsody on Children's Favourites every other week, and then
there was Sparky's Magic Piano, which featured something by Chopin.
My
sister Jean specialised in Chopin - she was very good on the piano, and
she also used to play Schubert's Marche Militaire to a very high
standard, Jean often went to classical concerts in Cheltenham Town Hall
(where I saw Acker Bilk and his Paramount Jazz Band twice), and I well
remember her coming home from a performance of Beethoven's Violin
Concerto by the great Alan Loveday and raving about how good it had
been. A year or so after listening to that record recital of
Beethoven's Fifth, we were on holiday in Hornchurch with Auntie Ivy,
Uncle George and one of their daughters, Sylvia (with whom I was madly,
deeply in love) and went to Hornchurch, a short ride away, to visit
with Auntie Florrie (my favourite aunt), Uncle Stan and their son
Colin, who was studying to be an engineer, and also had an amazing
collection of LP records. He and my Dad shared a common interest in
engineering, but when it came to music... Colin put on an LP of West
Side Story, followed by an LP Of Holst's Planets Suite. Dad hated both!
I lapped them up, and made a promise to myself to widen my musical
horizons. I bought EP 45rpm records of composers such as Rossini, and
an LP of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, as well as other Beethoven
symphonies, such as the Sixth, which we had heard at the cinema whilst
watching Fantasia - Uncle Ernie had taken us to a massive, grand cinema
in Cheltenham - Dad was still at work, so was unable to come, he
wouldn't have liked it anyway!
Afterwards, Uncle Ernie made us
a cheese soufflé, which neither I nor Mum and Jean had ever experienced
before - it was absolutely delicious, and rounded off a brilliant
evening. Whilst my main musical interests remained fairly narrow: Acker
Bilk, Bobby Darin, Django Reinhardt and the Beatles - these were the LP
records I collected and played at every opportunity - there was still a
part of me that wondered what else I was missing in the way of
classical music, but it wasn't until I met my future wife Wendy that my
horizons suddenly widened dramatically. Her dad had a three LP set from
Readers Digest entitled The Festival of Light Classical Music. It
turned out to be anything but "light", and introduced me to composers
such as Ravel, Brahms and Wagner. Now I was in the mood to listen to
anything and everything classical. Trad jazz was shelved, as were
Django and Bobby Darin. I bought myself a copy of this same three LP
set and listened, night after night after walking home from Wendy's, to
Wagner's Siegfried Idyll - it was the greatest piece of music I had
ever heard, and I needed to hear more and more Wagner. And Brahms.
Ravel - not so much. Just the one pieve by Ravel interested me - the
Pavane Pour Une Infante Défunte. Bolero was OK, but it was not
something I wanted to hear over and over again. For Christmas one year
I asked Mum to buy me Rimsky Korsakov's Scheherezade, which was
awesome.
Every birthday and Christmas heralded a new classical
musical discovery... and then, in 1968, the film, 2001: A Space Odyssey
happened. We all went on an excursion to London to see this amazing new
film in Cinerama, and I discovered, simultaneously, the joys of Johann
Strauss I and II, Richard Strauss, and Gyorgy Ligeti. Taken out of the
context of the film, Ligeti's pieces are not what I would ordinarily
sit down and listen to, but the Richard Strauss! A few months later, a
second LP featuring music "inspired by" 2001: A Space Odyssey appeared
in the music shop, with, amongst other pieces, the suite from Richard
Strauss's Der Rosenkavalier. I didn't realise that this was an opera
until later, but nevertheless, someone bought me a highlights LP and my
love affair with Richard Strauss began. I bought a three LP set of
Brahms, Sibelius and Rachmaninov. I bought Stravinsky, and Vaughan
Williams, and Bruckner, and a complete set of Wagner's Ring Cycle. I
discovered Shostakovich... And then, in the early 1970s, there was that
Earth-shattering, ground-breaking Easter performance from Ely Cathedral
of Mahler's Resurrection Symphony by Leonard Bernstein with the London
Symphony Orchestra, and my classical music horizons were stretched
beyond belief. By this time, we were into CDs, of course, and I found a
brilliant performance of Mahler's Eighth Symphony conducted by the
great Zubin Mehta, which took me to new heights of adoration. Nowadays,
I have the brilliant performance by Sir Simon Rattle, which I prefer to
all others... I remember racing home from work one evening to watch the
inaugural concert to open the new Birmingham Symphony Hall, again by
Sir Simon, this time performing the Resurrection Symphony. I now have
at least three recordings of the Resurrection, including a DVD of that
Bernstein Ely Cathedral version, which is unbelievably good! We still
"discover" new pieces from time to time, thanks to Classic FM, pieces
like Taverner's The Protecting Veil, and Gorecki's Third Symphony.
There is so much beautiful music in the world, and if I had to choose
eight pieces for a Desert Island Discs list, I would have to include
Howard Shore's incidental music to the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Mahler's Eighth, Bruckner's Seventh, Shostakovich's Seventh,
Beethoven's Third Symphony all make me cry with joy. But then, so does
Jeff Lynne's ELO concert Wembley or Bust... they all send a shiver up
my spine, as the late, great Kenny Everett used to say. Music plays a
massive part in my life, I'm happy to say, and I'm so glad that I
didn't close my mind to anything like my dear old Dad did!
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