Listening Project: Debussy Preludes for piano
Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:35 pm
In this thread I suggested a return to our Listening Project on a casual basis, and I also wondered why I keep buying different recordings of music I already own rather than delving into new stuff. Well, the music that prompted that question was Debussy's Preludes (for solo piano), so I thought I might start a thread and see if we can get some discussion going. Indeed, cybot started this ball rolling a couple of weeks ago, so maybe I can encourage him to chime in too. I'd like to keep it informal enough, so I'll probably just ramble on here for a while and I'd encourage anyone and everyone to do the same.
What is it about Debussy, and particularly the first book of Preludes, that keeps drawing me in? After all, if you asked me my favourite composer and period it would be Bach and Baroque until the cows come home. I've said before on here that I struggle with a lot of the romantic era, so why does Debussy, a composer who on the face of it is a direct descendent of the Romantic era, float my boat?
Well, in the first place it's just so damn EVOCATIVE! Obviously this music is called Impressionist for a reason and I'm on well-trodden ground here, but Debussy portrays the magic of moments and images and feelings without shining too strong a light on them and ruining that magic. It's no accident that the "names" of the Preludes are given at the end of each in the score, and even then they're placed in parentheses just in case you were inclined to take them too literally. Obviously some are more programmatic than others (Ce qu'a vu le vent d'ouest channels the west wind pretty clearly after all) but most have a fragmentary feel, a little snatch of a movement or a particular colour of the light that conjures up a sensation rather than a strong picture. This dreamlike quality has always appealed to me, and on a good day (or more likely, night) I can find myself virtually hypnotised listening to this music, coming to only when I realise that I'm listening to silence and the music is long finished. The pervading melancholy twinge I hear throughout only enhances this effect, it seems to speak directly to the soul, unencumbered by the usual considerations of form and structure.
(Speaking of which, part of my issue with a lot of classical and romantic music is that, ridiculously enough, I just don't seem to dig the sonata form. That's a stupid thing to say, I accept, but as the first "modern" composer Debussy seems to stand at the point where these forms are breaking down, and as a consequence his music feels free. It's not like it's formless, far from it, just...freer!)
Another related factor is the sheer sonority of the music. Everything I love about the piano is represented in these 12 pieces, from virtuoso steel-fingered stuff all the way to delicate, "simple", single lines played very softly. The piano is a marvellous instrument, capable of so many sounds and moods, and they're all here. The sheer ravishing beauty of the instrument comes through frequently, with the full gamut of possibility in terms of dynamics and pitch well and truly explored. Of course, a magical spell like this can easily be broken, and a corollary for me is that I can't abide bad recording quality for this music. The standard recommendation for the Preludes is Gieseking, but I can't do it. I've tried, but if I can't hear the beauty of the instrument I'm missing out on too much. Whereas with Bach I could cope with a kazoo band as long as I can hear the lines, with Debussy that doesn't work for me.
I think that's why I continue to buy recordings, even though I'm perfectly happy with some of those that I already have (I'll come back to specifics later). There's always room to find some more magic here, there are always layers to be uncovered, and the hypnotic effect is too good a drug. When I first bought the score (I was 15 according to the date on the inside cover) this music seemed simple. There didn't seem to be too many notes, everything looked pretty clear, the music seemed to invite just letting your feelings do the work, and I thought I'd be able to master a few of them without too much difficulty. 23 years later I can't play even a single one, and having read along while listening earlier this evening (something I rarely do) I'm even more gobsmacked at how much there is to consider beyond Debussy's detailed instructions. Still, I have my views about how the music should be played, and I'll hopefully get a chance to discuss the specifics of the recordings I own in later posts.
What is it about Debussy, and particularly the first book of Preludes, that keeps drawing me in? After all, if you asked me my favourite composer and period it would be Bach and Baroque until the cows come home. I've said before on here that I struggle with a lot of the romantic era, so why does Debussy, a composer who on the face of it is a direct descendent of the Romantic era, float my boat?
Well, in the first place it's just so damn EVOCATIVE! Obviously this music is called Impressionist for a reason and I'm on well-trodden ground here, but Debussy portrays the magic of moments and images and feelings without shining too strong a light on them and ruining that magic. It's no accident that the "names" of the Preludes are given at the end of each in the score, and even then they're placed in parentheses just in case you were inclined to take them too literally. Obviously some are more programmatic than others (Ce qu'a vu le vent d'ouest channels the west wind pretty clearly after all) but most have a fragmentary feel, a little snatch of a movement or a particular colour of the light that conjures up a sensation rather than a strong picture. This dreamlike quality has always appealed to me, and on a good day (or more likely, night) I can find myself virtually hypnotised listening to this music, coming to only when I realise that I'm listening to silence and the music is long finished. The pervading melancholy twinge I hear throughout only enhances this effect, it seems to speak directly to the soul, unencumbered by the usual considerations of form and structure.
(Speaking of which, part of my issue with a lot of classical and romantic music is that, ridiculously enough, I just don't seem to dig the sonata form. That's a stupid thing to say, I accept, but as the first "modern" composer Debussy seems to stand at the point where these forms are breaking down, and as a consequence his music feels free. It's not like it's formless, far from it, just...freer!)
Another related factor is the sheer sonority of the music. Everything I love about the piano is represented in these 12 pieces, from virtuoso steel-fingered stuff all the way to delicate, "simple", single lines played very softly. The piano is a marvellous instrument, capable of so many sounds and moods, and they're all here. The sheer ravishing beauty of the instrument comes through frequently, with the full gamut of possibility in terms of dynamics and pitch well and truly explored. Of course, a magical spell like this can easily be broken, and a corollary for me is that I can't abide bad recording quality for this music. The standard recommendation for the Preludes is Gieseking, but I can't do it. I've tried, but if I can't hear the beauty of the instrument I'm missing out on too much. Whereas with Bach I could cope with a kazoo band as long as I can hear the lines, with Debussy that doesn't work for me.
I think that's why I continue to buy recordings, even though I'm perfectly happy with some of those that I already have (I'll come back to specifics later). There's always room to find some more magic here, there are always layers to be uncovered, and the hypnotic effect is too good a drug. When I first bought the score (I was 15 according to the date on the inside cover) this music seemed simple. There didn't seem to be too many notes, everything looked pretty clear, the music seemed to invite just letting your feelings do the work, and I thought I'd be able to master a few of them without too much difficulty. 23 years later I can't play even a single one, and having read along while listening earlier this evening (something I rarely do) I'm even more gobsmacked at how much there is to consider beyond Debussy's detailed instructions. Still, I have my views about how the music should be played, and I'll hopefully get a chance to discuss the specifics of the recordings I own in later posts.