Espressivo

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Glenn Gould is the second person I ever heard who plays Bach properly.  The first one is my father, who is not a very good pianist.

My father has the ear of a great musician.  He takes orchestral scores to bed as a little night reading.  Haydn eludes me, but his music brings my father to tears.  Once, when he was striving to explain sonata form, I coolly answered that I’d rather let the music just wash over me, instead of wrecking the mood by overthinking it.  By the look he gave me, I think he heard me say something like,  “I prefer to let small children be mutilated by elephants, rather than harsh my buzz.”

The radio always played classical music as I was growing up, and the awkward, melancholy voice of Peter Fox Smith was the sound of Saturday afternoon at our house.  We didn’t learn table manners or social skills, but we knew how to behave at a concert, and sneered mercilessly at the dolts who clapped between movements.

We drove 45 minutes in a snowstorm to hear Sally Pinkas play (stopping only when we skidded and rear-ended another driver, who turned out to be the local choir director), and once hauled the old red minivan four hours to watch The Marriage of Figaro at the Met.  We pulled over to the shoulder at the outskirts of the city, hung sheets on the car windows, and changed into our fanciest dresses (and were appalled to see other opera lovers show up in jeans).

But the best music lesson I had was at night, when the sounds of my father’s upright piano floated up through the floorboards of our bedroom.  He often played Bach at night.  He would play the same fugues and partitas over and over again, and he never got any better at them — his fingers just wouldn’t perform what his mind was hearing.  So what I heard as I fell asleep was a halting, passionate, pleadingly tender rendition of these gorgeous melodies — all largo, grave, and always con espressivo — never in the prestissimo that Bach directed.

I remember first learning that some people are emotionally repelled by the music of Bach, and hear nothing but a dazzlingly intricate array of sound, mathematical, impersonal, elegant and impenetrible.  I was dumbfounded.  My father, with his meager technical skills, laid Bach out bare.  Again and again, struggling to pefect an unusual chord, he would string it out, one note at a time, five or six or seven times in a row.  Occasionally, to our glee, he would call out, “Yahhhhh . . . ” in the note he was trying to find – as if his lost fingers would hearken to him and realize which piano key they were aching for.

So to me, Bach sounds like struggle,  longing, and tireless devotion.  That is still how I hear Bach, even when some hotshot virtuoso zips over the keyboard in the time key that Bach called for.   When I discovered that Glenn Gould is known for slowing Bach down, for drawing out the tempo and turning those breakneck intricacies into vulnerable or exultant songs of the human heart, then it sounded like the real Bach to me.  In fact, Bach sounds like Music to me — like the heart, the tendons, the  inner workings of music.  My other cherished composers – Brahms, Schubert, Mahler – wouldn’t have anything to say if Bach hadn’t said it first, somehow cocooned in a code of speed and density.

I am grateful to Glenn Gould for revealing the heartbreaking beauty of Bach, and I’m grateful to my father for revealing his unburnished talent to his family.  From him came music.  A clever teacher can produce clever students; but, in music as in all other things, only love begets love.

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  • http://alifeofbalance.wordpress.com reneegrace

    BEAUTIFULLY said. wow. yes, Glenn Gould was introduced to me in college. I thought Bach was boring until then.

  • justine

    Yes, beautifully said.

  • Rosemary

    What a tribute to your father. I have to say the love of trying to make something beautiful, trying for years and with such devotion, continuing the work despite obvious imperfections and setbacks seems to me (and to you obviously) much more valuable than table manners and social skills.

  • Tiffany

    You’re such a great writer!

    And Happy belated Father’s Day to your dad! : )

  • http://saintsinprogress.blogspot.com Nicole

    Lovely.

    My father fed me classical music, too. He gave me Mozart, and for years I felt I was confessing a cliche when I said he was my favorite. Bach was the cliche I rejected until five years ago. I couldn’t even say why he’s now a favorite…I think it has something to do with his music as, in your words, his music as elegant, mathematical, and impersonal, its beauty cocooned in code, the sound of the heart. Have you heard Baroque music likened to the beats of the human heart?

    [And don't even tell me you saw the 1985 Met production of The Marriage of Figaro. I don't know how often they put on that number, but if you saw Kathleen Battle's Susanna, (actually that whole cast,) AND James Levine conduct, I'd have to be eternally jealous.]

  • laura

    I will use this to try to guilt my husband, who is very talented but rarely plays, into utilizing his gift a bit more often.

    His latest musical contribution to the children was “The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys” but I’d prefer a bit more Bach.

  • http://dickensblog.typepad.com/dickensblog/2009/11/a-christmas-carol-with-heart.html Gina

    I don’t even know your father, but I like him! :-) What a lovely tribute.

  • http://www.lightondarkwater.com Maclin Horton

    That’s really beautiful.

  • http://www.mamabean.ca Mama Bean

    I think this blog post just single-handedly made me reconsider Bach.

    Thanks!

    (Wandered over here from Conversion Diary – glad I did)

  • Carolyn

    Oh, what a lovely piece and wonderful tribute to your dad! I can just imagine the sounds of Bach floating upstairs in the night.

    I’m inspired now to pull out some of my Bach books and pay my own tribute to the master!

  • http://misspurcell.wordpress.com Kate of the Unicorn

    Wow! Found you via InsideCatholic. On my honeymoon now (just married this past first Friday, at the hour of mercy 3) so I can’t leave much of a thoughtful comment. Gould is one of my favourite artists also. I love that he hums as he plays. He plays how Nina Simone sings – leaving room for silence.

    Anyhoo, I have a wordpress(for my students) also: misspurcell.wordpress.com (will change to mrseinhorn.wordpress.com)

    Really, really joyous to see how happy you are with your beautiful family. Pax.

  • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/simchafisher Simcha Fisher

    KATE! KATE, KATE, KATE!!!!!!!! I can’t express how happy and excited I am to see you here! Everybody’s been wondering what you are up to all this time! Congratulations so much on your wedding. I wish I could take that class you’re teaching. Boy, I’m just so glad to hear from you. You’re not on Facebook, are you?

  • http://misspurcell.wordpress.com Kate of the Unicorn

    I fear Facebook’s awesome power. Lowdown:

    1) Live in the Niagara region (between Niagara Falls and Toronto)

    2) Teach high school Religion/English (publicly funded Catholic school – yeah socialist Canada)

    3) Just married (Mr. Dave Einhorn)

    4) Have a crappy youtube channel(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2xu9EcLtLI) and wordpress and a photobucket account of our wedding that I’ll send your way soon.

    That’s about it. I hope you don’t mind if I drop by periodically.

    Mew for now.

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  • AgnesRegina

    I LOVE Bach. Finding out that you love Bach just lifted you to a new level of awesome in my mind. And you know, I agree about tempos. Not only because Bach more often than not doesn’t really specify tempos (though usually judging by the piece’s style you can tell if it has to be lively or slower), but also because if it rushes by you lose the glory of the complex counterpoint.

    Your father sounds amazing. We need more people like him — who just play and study music because they love it. I hope someday when I have my own children I can inspire them like that.


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