To Oxford again, latest in the Schubert lieder recitals.
This time it was the wonderful baritone, Sir Thomas Allen, singing the great song
cycle, Die Winterreise – the Winter’s Journey.
Schubert set this tragic series of poems by his
contemporary, Wilhelm Müller. Although the composer admired Müller’s work
immensely, he only set one of his poems as a single song, ‘Der Hirt auf dem
Felsen’, the Shepherd on the Rock. But he set two long series by the poet which together established the song-cycle
as a major form within music – Die Schöne Müllerin and Die Winterreisse.
Curiously, although I’ve known the Winter's Journey intimately from recordings
over several decades, it was the first time I’d heard it in the flesh. And what
an ideal introduction this was by Thomas Allen. He brings a lifetime of
experience to it, not just of singing and acting, but also of life itself.
The journey starts with a young man, disappointed in love,
and ends with him observing an aged street musician, an organ-grinder:
There behind the village,
stands a hurdy-gurdy man,
with stiff fingers,
he plays as best he can.
Barefoot on the ice,
he staggers to and fro,
and his little plate
remains empty for ever.
No one wants to hear him,
no one looks at him,
and the dogs are growling
around the old man.
And he lets everything go on
as it will;stands a hurdy-gurdy man,
with stiff fingers,
he plays as best he can.
Barefoot on the ice,
he staggers to and fro,
and his little plate
remains empty for ever.
No one wants to hear him,
no one looks at him,
and the dogs are growling
around the old man.
And he lets everything go on
he turns, and his hurdy-gurdy
never stands still.
Strange old man,
shall I go with you?
Will you turn your hurdy-gurdy
to my songs?

