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| Publication date: | 02/21/2013 |
| Series: | Dover Books On Music: Analysis |
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On the Performance of Beethoven's Symphonies
and Other Essays
By Felix Weingartner
Dover Publications, Inc.
Copyright © 1969 Dover Publications, Inc.All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-486-17476-1
CHAPTER 1
ON CONDUCTING
Translated by Ernest Newman
Translator's Note
Herr Weingartner's "On Conducting" first appeared in the Neue Deutsche Rundschau, Berlin, and then in book form in 1895. A second edition, not differing from the first, appeared in 1896. The third edition, from which the present translation is made, was issued in 1905; it omits so much that was in the first edition, and contains so much that did not appear there, as to be practically an entirely new treatise. I have added a few notes in order to make a point here and there clearer to the English reader.
E. N.
On Conducting
Under the same title as that of the present volume, Richard Wagner published in 1869 his well-known brochure, which, assailing as it did with uncompromising candour the most famous conductors of that epoch, drew upon him the furious enmity of the persons he attacked. In spite, however, of the hatred, open or concealed, of the music-popes whose infallibility was assailed, Wagner's book laid the foundation for a new understanding of the function of the conductor, in whom we now recognise not only the external factor that holds together an orchestral, choral or operatic performance, but above all the spiritualising internal factor that gives the performance its very soul. Wagner was certainly not the first to realise how much depends on the way a piece of music is rendered. He opines that the reason Bach rarely marked tempi in his scores was because he said to himself, as it were, "If anyone does not understand my theme and my figuration, has no feeling for their character and their expression, of what use will an Italian tempo-indication be to him?" I maintain, on the contrary, that the vigorous old master would have been incapable of looking at art in this resigned way. I believe rather that he so rarely indicated the tempo or gave any dynamic marks only because he always had in view his own presence at the performances. If we picture to ourselves a Bach performance in his own lifetime we must think of himself at the organ with his little band of musicians round him. [How many of his innumerable cantatas, now assured of immortality, must in his own day have been sung just once, on the Feast-day for which they were composed, whereupon the manuscript went into the drawer "with the others," and for the next Feast-day the inexhaustible Cantor wrote a new one!] His Suites and Concertos, again, are to be regarded as chamber-music works at whose production he himself or a privileged pupil sat at the clavicembalo; the "Well-tempered Clavier" and the Sonatas were intended as studies. Why should he waste time in noting down instructions for execution? It always rested with him to give the correct tempo, and to explain to the musicians the interpretation he wanted. The mighty teacher of the Thomas-School certainly never anticipated a collected edition of his works, [in preparing which the editors were often greatly puzzled by the careless figuring of the bass—which again shows that he knew the execution of the continuo to be in trusty hands; nor did he anticipate concert productions of them with large orchestras and choruses.]
How much Mozart considered the question of interpretation is to be seen in the careful way he has marked his works (especially his latest), and from many passages in his letters. It is not improbable that in Mannheim he heard for the first time an orchestra that could really play crescendo and diminuendo. Even our best orchestras of to-day need to be constantly told that the increase and decrease of tone is to be done evenly and gradually, not suddenly; and the difficulty of doing this increases with the number of bars over which these variations in volume have to be extended. "Diminuendo signifies forte, crescendo signifies piano," said Bulow. This is only a seeming contradiction, since to play forte at the beginning of a crescendo, and piano at the beginning of a diminuendo, really means the negation of crescendo and diminuendo. We know that not only Mozart, but Weber, Mendelssohn and Spohr were excellent conductors, and that each of them, from his own artistic standpoint, fought energetically against abuses and errors of taste. How Wagner did this is shown among other things in the book of his I have mentioned. This, however, with all its perfect outspokenness, seems quite mild when we read the flaming words with which Berlioz opens his treatise on "The theory of the conductor's art." He says:
Singers have often been reproached with being the most dangerous of the factors concerned in the production of music; but, I think, unjustly. The most formidable intermediary is in my opinion the conductor. A bad singer can spoil only his own part, while an incompetent or malicious conductor can spoil everything. The composer must indeed count himself fortunate when the conductor into whose hands he has fallen is not both incompetent and malicious; for against the destructive influence of such a man nothing can avail. The most excellent orchestra is crippled by him; the finest singers are perplexed and exhausted; there is no longer any ardour or precision in the rendering. Under conducting of this kind the composer's finest audacities become mere oddities; enthusiasm is killed; inspiration comes precipitately to earth; the angel's wings are clipped; a genius is made to look like an eccentric or a madman; the godlike statue is thrown from its pedestal and dragged in the mud. The worst of it is that the public, no matter how good its musical education may be, is not in a position, at the first performance of a new work, to detect the mutilations, stupidities, errors and sins against art that such a conductor has on his conscience.
What experiences Berlioz must have had for this wild cry to be drawn from him can be estimated from the single fact that a conductor who in the first half of the nineteenth century occupied a really foremost position, and of whom both Wagner and Berlioz spoke with the warmest acknowledgment—that Habeneck of Paris, as Berlioz tells us, conducted not from the score but from a violin part, a custom to-day confined to beer-garden concerts with their waltzes and pot-pourris. Yet Habeneck, by means of diligent rehearsals with the orchestra of the Conservatoire, must have given performances of a technical perfection that as a rule could not be met with in Germany at the same time; Wagner confesses that it was from Habeneck's rendering that he first really understood Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, after having received at the Leipzig Gewandhaus such confused impressions of it that for a time he "had his doubts" even about Beethoven himself. Like so many things in Wagner's writings, these "doubts" must not be taken literally, for a musician of his rank must have been able to judge from his knowledge of the score—of which indeed he had made a manuscript copy for himself—how much of the confused impression was due to the work and how much to the rendering. The fact remains, however, that a bad interpretation can not only completely deceive the uninstructed but also prevent the instructed from listening with full sympathy. I still remember in the early eighties, when I was a pupil at the Leipzig Conservatoire, to have heard some performances by the splendid Gewandhaus orchestra, which, through the fault of its half solid, half elegant conductor, answered so little to the ideas I had formed for myself of the works in question, that I preferred not to stay to the end of many of the performances, so as not to have my precious picture marred. Of course I did not "have doubts" about any of our masters. Only my longing increased to be able at some time to render the works as I felt them. As I gave imprudently outspoken expression to this desire and to my dissatisfaction with what I heard, it was looked upon as unwarrantable self-glorification on my part. However, as Bülow soon afterwards appeared with the Meiningen orchestra, people then realised what was meant by a finely-balanced ensemble; and I heard much agreement expressed with what I had previously maintained. The impression of Bülow's interpretations must have kindled in our Leipzig conductor a spark of that temperament that had been long extinguished under the ashes of convention, for at one of the concerts given after the visit of the Meiningen band he played the great "Leonora" overture in a quite surprising way. It was especially noticeable, however, that he did not imitate Bülow's arbitrarinesses —of which I shall speak later—but let the work unfold itself in great-featured simplicity. And as his was the larger and better orchestra, the effect was such that the generally rather reserved audience broke out into a huge exclamation of joy, that even surpassed the storms of applause that had been given to Bülow. In a few minutes the Zopf was blown away as by a breeze from heaven, all arbitrariness was banished, and Beethoven spoke to us without commentary. This experience was very instructive to me.
When Wagner, after his first Parisian sojourn, came to Dresden as conductor, he had learned from Habeneck to what perfection orchestral performances can attain under conscientious guidance; and from all we have learned of him as conductor, from himself and from others, he obviously aimed in his own performances not only at correctness but at bringing out that to which the sounds and notes are only the means. He sought for the unifying thread, the psychological line, the revelation of which suddenly transforms, as if by magic, a more or less indefinite sound-picture into a beautifully shaped, heart-moving vision, making people ask themselves in astonishment how it is that this work, which they had long thought they knew, should have all at once become quite another thing, and the unprejudiced mind joyfully confesses, "Yes, thus, thus, must it really be." Out of the garment of tone there emerges the spirit of the art-work; its noble countenance, formerly only confusedly visible, is now unveiled, and enraptures those who are privileged to behold it. Wagner calls this form, this quintessence, this spirit of the art-work its melos, which term, later on, was perverted by inability to understand Wagner's own creations into "endless melody." His desire to make this melos stand out clearly carried him so far that in some places in Beethoven's works where he held the evident purpose of the composer to be not fully realised in the orchestration—whether because the instruments at Beethoven's disposal were imperfect, or because his increasing deafness sometimes clouded his perception of the relations of the various orchestral timbres—he discreetly altered the orchestration, touching it up so as to bring the hitherto unclear melody into due prominence. Of course the music-popes and wretched literalists screamed anathema. It is certainly open to question whether all these retouchings were happy and deserving of imitation; there is no doubt however that he very often hit upon the right thing. I believe, for example, that nowadays no conductor who can think at all will play the Ninth Symphony without Wagner's instrumental emendations; [the vocal changes, on the contrary, I look upon as both purposeless and tasteless.]
Added to this desire for clarity in Wagner was the passionate temperament with which, aided by a keen understanding, he threw himself into his work; he brought to it also a faculty of immediate communication with the players and imposition of his will on them—in a word that genius which, in spite of other acknowledgments, he had to deny to Habeneck, but which made some of his own performances historically memorable, in spite of the perishable nature of all reproductive art. [There is no performance of genius possible without temperament. This truth must be perpetually insisted on, notwithstanding that Schopenhauer has voiced it distinctly enough. Temperament, however, can be given neither by education, nor conscientiousness, nor, by the way, by favour; it must be inborn, the free gift of nature. Therefore performances of genius can only receive recognition either by another genius—just as the height and beauty of a mountain are best appreciated from another summit—or by that naïve instinct, often found among non-artists and the people, that gives itself up spontaneously to the beautiful. But they are quite incomprehensible to those "aesthetes" who consider them as problems of the understanding and would solve them, like a mathematical problem, by analysis— incomprehensible not only because temperament is an endowment of the heart, not of the understanding, but also because the curb that the artist has to put on his temperament has to be directed by head and heart, not by the former alone. Hence in most cases critical aesthetic and aestheticising criticism pass undeserved censure—honest as the intention may be—on performances of genius, and only gradually attain to the correct view when the naïve instinct to which I have referred has given its final verdict, and disparagement would now be like flying in the face of a plébiscite. Artistic truth bears a prophetic, critical truth a posthumous character; from this comes that blind adulation we sometimes see—especially in cases where the earlier condemnation had been particularly strong—that will not allow the slightest weakness to be pointed out in the idol.]
I regret that I never saw Wagner conduct. He was described to me; the body, of no more than middle-height, with its stiff deportment, the movement of the arms not immoderately great or sweeping, but decisive and very much to the point; showing no restlessness, in spite of his vivacity; usually not needing the score at the concert; fixing his expressive glance on the players and ruling the orchestra imperially, like the Weber he used to admire as a boy. The old flautist Fürstenau of Dresden told me that often, when Wagner conducted, the players had no sense of being led. Each believed himself to be following freely his own feeling, yet they all worked together wonderfully. It was Wagner's mighty will that powerfully but unperceived had overborne their single wills, so that each thought himself free, while in reality he only followed the leader, whose artistic force lived and worked in him. "Everything went so easily and beautifully that it was the height of enjoyment," said Fürstenau; and the eyes of the old artist gleamed with joyful enthusiasm.
After Wagner had given up regular conducting he sought to transfer his feeling, his insight and his power to some younger, plastic spirits in whom they might live on. His plan of an ideal school, where singers and conductors of the type he desired should be trained, was not realised owing to the indolence of his contemporaries. A few young musicians associated themselves with him, to whom he now imparted of his spirit. Of these, the oldest is the most significant—his intimate friend, at that time his most faithful champion, his alter ego, as he himself once called him—the master-conductor Hans von Bülow. After a comparatively short co-operation they had to part company, and Bülow's star first shone brilliantly again when in 1880 he became chief of the Meiningen orchestra. A year later the Duke, whose scenic art had already effectively influenced the dramatic theatre, sent him off with the orchestra on a grand concert-tour through Germany, Austria and Russia. Seldom has such a victory of mind over matter been seen. A rather poorly-appointed orchestra, by no means absolutely excellent in its proportions, conquered everywhere the large orchestras, famous the whole world over as possessing the best artists; this was the work of the eminent conductor, who—a second Leonidas—had the courage to defy with a small troop of admirably schooled players the big musical armies that were mostly led by ordinary time-beaters. By dint of diligent, indefatigable practice he had so infused into the orchestra his own conception of the works as to get a perfection of ensemble at that time unknown. The most scrupulous rhythmical exactitude was united with so artistic a balance of the various timbres, that the question whether this or that player was the better, or whether this or that peculiarity of the conductor was justifiable, could scarcely be raised. The orchestra seemed to be a single instrument, on which Bülow played as on a pianoforte.
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Table of Contents
Contents
Title Page,Copyright Page,
Publisher's Note,
ON CONDUCTING,
ON THE PERFORMANCE OF BEETHOVEN'S SYMPHONIES,
THE SYMPHONY SINCE BEETHOVEN - Translated by H. M. Schott,
Epilogue,