John Williams - Treesong; Violin Concerto; Three Pieces from Schindler's List

John WILLIAMS (b.1932)

Treesong

Concerto for Violin and Orchestra

Schindler's List, 

I-Movement: Theme from Schindler's List

II-Movement: Jewish Town (Krakow Ghetto Winter '41)

III-Movement: Remembrances

Boston Symphony Orchestra

Gil Shaham (Violin)

John Williams

Recorded at Boston Symphony Hall, 10/1999 (Concerto, 3 Pieces); 

10/2000 (TreeSong).

The world’s most  widely heard composer? Probably. But do we really know John Williams’ music from  his film scores – that is‚ the music he chooses to or needs to write? Yes and no. We know all about his lyric facility‚ his aspirational themes;  we know all about his orchestral skills‚ his ability to hear precisely the colours that will make  for this or that mood‚ and to immediate effect;  we know all about his extraordinary discipline. But cut loose from the strictures of ‘underscoring’‚ from music very much made to measure‚ where does John Williams take us then? Well‚ the answer is not so much ‘where’ but ‘how’. Because in the concert hall he’s free to journey‚ to rhapsodise‚ to ‘ramble’‚ as Percy Grainger would have put it. The two big‚ cinematically unrelated‚ works here are essentially violin concertos. The later of the two (written just over a year ago) is TreeSong. The tree in question resides in the Boston Public Garden and is the offspring of the oldest metasequoia in North America. It is of Chinese origin‚ a kind of ‘living fossil’ whose age and wisdom‚ says Williams‚ was the source of inspiration for  the piece. So‚ a meditation. Against a cool‚ shimmering‚ sylvan backdrop of fashionable tuned percussion – marimba‚ plus piano‚ harp and celeste – the solo violin muses. But if you’re thinking crouching tigers‚ hidden dragons‚ don’t. Western traditions prevail. Contrasts come in the traditional way‚ with the opposition of the lyric and the impulsive – action and repose‚ singing and dancing. The dancing central panel of TreeSong climaxes in that bracing‚ minimalistic­sounding music so associated now with open space. It’s the music of vaulting ambition‚ achievement‚ the home­run. But without the moving pictures. When ‘The Tree Sings’ in  the final panel it does so at length. This is the most beautiful and well­directed music in the piece – meaning that in Williams’ case it is sometimes better to arrive than to journey. There is a tendency here towards a little too much of what I would call ‘musical grouting’. It’s almost as if freedom for Williams is too much  of a good thing. The music begins to lose identity and focus. One starts to crave the quick fixes  of his movie work. I particularly felt this with  the earlier piece – the Violin Concerto of 1974 – where a few too many yards of toccata­like working­out (Prokofiev and Bartók without their imperative) prove less purposeful‚ less interesting than Williams might think. Gil Shaham gives everything his best shot – his playing throughout is characteristically big­hearted and determined – but it’s revealing  then to compare the three exquisitely tailored concert pieces drawn from Williams’ score for Steven Spielberg’s Schindler’s List. You know exactly where you are. And you do so because everything is anchored very specifically in events and characters and emotions enshrined in the film. But even without the extra­musical associations‚ their concision is everything the bigger pieces are not. How beautifully Williams refers back to his haunting main theme in the final  bars of the last piece: only a fragment‚ mind‚ half­remembered. A quick fade to black. But less  is more. And deep down I’m sure Williams knows it.

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