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Chorus and Orchestra/Ensemble
Soprano, Mezzo Soprano, Tenor, Baritone
In early 1985 I began composing, on opposite sides of the same page, two pieces for which I had no prospects at the time, both of which waited long for completion. The first, the darker of the two pieces, was an opera based on Fitzgerald's
The Great Gatsby
. Unable to secure rights, I adapted some of my ideas into an overture, while others became Gatsby's (mainly false) account of his life in Act II, not resumed until 1996-98, when the opera was written on commission from the Metropolitan Opera company.
The second project, a
, was destined to weave in and out of my experience until the present time. Each return to it was occasioned by different private or public events. In 1985 I wrote much of the Introit. In 1991 I was asked for a piece for the Mu¬sic School at Rivers; the piece I wrote resembles the present
, but I misfiled it and lost it for seven years, requiring me to write other music for Rivers. When the piece reappeared, it confirmed that it was a continuation of the thought of the
. Then in 1995 I was asked to be among thirteen international composers, each writing a move¬ment of a collective
Requiem of Reconciliation
for the victims of World War II (commis¬sioned by the Stuttgart Bachakademie for performance by Helmuth Rilling). I was as¬signed the
(or close to it), and my piece drew again on the core musical ideas of the earlier
. In 1999, while still with no prospects for the piece as a whole, I composed the
section very spontaneously, realizing I was still haunted by the piece, and deciding to move to complete it.
Fortunately in 2001, a commission from the Boston Symphony Orchestra sanctioned the working through of what had become a highly articulated conception for virtually every section. It was interesting, a little surprising, to discover how persistent the first view of the piece had become, how closely my idea of the large design, even down to the harmonic outlines, was being pursued. This is unusual in my experience, even in pieces written quickly.
in 1962, it has become customary to introduce other text material into pieces of this kind, for drama, contrast, or greater relevance. I never considered such a strategy. The text is a strange collection – sections of the Mass, scripture, an old, poetically primitive medieval poem, all added in at different times, but acquir¬ing a weight and dignity through use and age. I wanted a sense of ancient inheritance to inhabit my setting: a ritual steeped in the inevitability of death – gradually moving toward consolation and acceptance.
The Latin text did not seem at all inaccessible to me. The fanatic passion of my high school Latin teacher, who insisted that we would be forever benighted without four years of her subject, left me not with mastery, but with a sense of familiarity and harmony around words in Latin.
I found it important to consider what my piece could add to the many distinguished pieces of its type, what the role of the piece for which I had initially volunteered could be.
My contract was signed in the first week of September 2001. I continued composing through March 2002. My account of the genesis of the piece makes it clear that its sources go back fifteen years. But the events of that fall made my purposes clearer. I wanted my piece to have a sense of the inexorability of the passage of time, for good and ill, of the commonality of love and loss. I wanted to open up an aural space where this could be acknowledged.
Ideally this piece is not coercively about how you should feel, but rather an offer of a place to be true to your own thoughts. I inscribed, as I wrote this piece over seven¬teen years, the names of loved ones who died in that time, not to tell the listener about my reaction, but to remind myself that only living alertly in our own immediate lives gives us any comprehension of war, disaster, destruction on a wider scale.
I wanted a way to jump with the text from past to present to future, from they to we to I.
The presence of solo singers helps. They don't sing "numbers" but are part of a col¬lective wide-ranging melody that tracks who is speaking, and from what world.
. An accidental collection of words about mortality (part I) and continuity (part II), to be shaped into a purposeful collection of sounds. So I decided only to pause once, to use a rather small orchestra to present my
Day of Judgment
in the most frugal musical materials – instinct under the cloak of rationality. To offer the consolation of one so fortunate as to be able to track, for so long, a train of thought, in apparent safety, to a conclusion.
The standing-ovation enthusiasm that acclaimed the premiere of John Harbison's Requiem [shows] it is the fulfilling accomplishment of a major composer working in the plenitude of his powers and addressing the subject that affects everyone - death, grieving and consolation. Harbison's work combines two strands of tradition in setting the Requiem text. [He] is an alert and probing reader of the text. One tradition, dating to the time of Gregorian chant, is ritual, and comforting in its impersonality. These are words that have been intoned across centuries for mighty princes and potentates and for every common and uncommon man; they comfort because they apply to everybody. Harbison entrusts this dimension to the chorus. The other dimension is personal and emotional. Harbison entrusts this personal dimension at first to the soloists, who represent individual response, while the chorus represents community. By the sublime ending, the human and the ritual have become one. The Requiem is the work of an experienced master of all the techniques of music - counterpoint, fugue, orchestration - and a master who knows how to put these techniques in the service of powerful and individual emotional expression. Harbison has enlarged our experience, created something new that feels permanent because it needs to exist. By assimilating the past, and by turning inward, he has found new ways to say things that all of us need to hear.
Richard Dyer, Boston Globe,1/1/0001
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