Argerich & Friends
      Le Carnaval des animaux

* Saint-Saens: Le Carnaval des animaux
* Ridout: Ferdinand
* Meschwitz: Tier-Gebete
* Ridout: Little Sad Sound

Martha Argerich, Nelson Freire (pianos)
Gidon Kremer, Isabelle van Keulen (violins)
Mischa Maisky (cello), and others
Philips 416 841-2 Total time: 62:17

Summary for the Busy Executive: A masterpiece and three musical rice
cakes.

Camille Saint-Saens wrote a prodigious amount of music, in every genre.
To me, you can have all of it except the Danse macabre, the late sonatas
for wind instruments, and especially Le Carnaval des animaux, and I think
the last his masterpiece - ironic, since he allowed only one number from
it, "Le cygne," to be published during his very long lifetime.  I love
every single number, including "The Swan," the most conventional part
of the suite.  Every other movement seems adventurous, "outside the box,"
more than not only "The Swan," but more than anything else in Saint-Saens's
output.  Surely "Aquarium" is Debussian Impressionism before the fact
of "Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun." The rest of it is fun and high
spirits, and you can't get enough of that in classical music, where we
tend to pull long faces and await transcendence over this "black Aceldama
of sorrow." If a good time wasn't beneath Mozart in his Figaro overture,
it's certainly not beneath me.

The question really comes down to which carnival we want.  Encouraged
by Andre Kostelanetz (who seems to have been inspired by the dubious
proposition that enjoyment plus enjoyment equals more enjoyment), Ogden
Nash, a poet people either love or hate (I can do both simultaneously),
wrote verses to the suite in 1954.  Nash, I think, almost always wrote
his best about animals.  A favorite of mine is the one about the cow:

     The cow is of the bovine ilk;
     One end is moo, the other, milk.

I like his verses for Carnaval on their own, but they annoy me when
performed with Saint-Saens's "zoological fantasy." To me, they get in
the way of the music.  So I pretty much write off every performance with
a narrator (almost always a terrible reader besides).  The one exception
is Stokowski's with the classy Basil Rathbone as the narrator, (available
on the Avid label).  Stokowski really gets what this music is about.  He
understands the jokey nature of it, and the dissonance between Rathbone's
British clip and Nash's breezily American verse delights, mainly because
Rathbone understands the wit of the dissonance.  On a slightly lower
level is Pretre, who leads a very elegant (tres French) performance,
sans recitant, on EMI.

How well do Argerich and her sandbox buddies do?  Mainly, I like the
chamber size of the performance, the original context of the piece (a
private at-home party, I believe).  Everything is clear.  Rhythms spring.
Individuals get to leave their cherry bombs on the doorstep or to sing
beautifully.  Argerich and Freire, for example, outrageously mug up
"Pianistes," rhythmically pulling the pianos ever more wildly out of
sync, and then bringing back together with a bang at the "coda." Irena
Grafenauer's flute chirps merrily in "Volieres." Eduard Brunner on
clarinet emits the cuckoo's cry from the middle of the deep woods.  I've
rarely heard it sound so lonely.  Overall, the performance blends extremely
high musicianship with kiddie rough-house.

The other three works are melodramas - that is, music written to accompany
a speaker. To me, this genre usually doesn't work.  Either the music
makes the words unnecessary, or the words the music.  The examples that
worked on me the best have been Schwantner's New Morning for the World
and Prokofiev's Peter and the Wolf, although I keep longing in my heart
of hearts to hear the Prokofiev without the words.  Ridout and Meschwitz
use wonderful, even classic, texts which relegate the music to the realm
of the superfluous.  Ridout's Ferdinand, for speaker and solo violin,
is based on Munro Leaf's tale of Ferdinand the Bull (illustrations by
Robert Lawson, one of my favorites when I first began to read; I took
out every Lawson book from the Cleveland Public Library.  It turns out
I do judge a book by its cover).  Gidon Kremer plays the violin, so the
music gets every chance.  The speaker, pianist Elena Bashkirova, just
blows him away, with a pitch-perfect reading and a Russian accent as
thick as Natasha Fatale's.  Meschwitz's Tier-Gebete (animal prayers),
for speaker and piano, take beautiful poems by one Carmen Bernos de
Gasztold, depicting animals praying to the Almighty.  The best way to
convey their flavor is to quote:

     Prayer of the Ox

     There was once a time when animals could talk. And so
     they went before their Creator with a prayer, so they could
     tell him what they had in their hearts. Each in his own way.
     The ox began:

     Lord, give me some time. Men are always so frazzled. Let
     them understand that I simply can't be rushed. Give me time
     to chew. Give me time to put one foot in front of the other.
     Give me time to sleep. Give me time to meditate. Amen.

The music arouses even less interest on its own than Ridout's for
Ferdinand, but it's a decent accompaniment.  Kremer and Bashkirova
divide the duties of the narrator.  Kremer is fine, but Bashkirova will
amaze you in the range and depth of her characterizations.  Her mouse
is a bundle of nerves jangling at high speed.  Her cat conveys regal
condescension, sensuousness, and a willingness to tolerate you if only
you had the minimum intelligence to see things her way.  Bashkirova could
give lessons to professional actors, and she plays the piano, too.  The
only problem is that you need the pitter-patter of little Teutonophones
about the house, since the texts are all in German and the notes give
no translation.

Ridout appears again with Little Sad Sound, for speaker and double-bass.
The text is annoyingly whimsical, but - who knows?  - a child going
through an infatuation with Shirley Temple might enjoy it.  Once again,
the music counts for nothing - in this case, less than nothing; it's
even more the handmaid of the text than in Ferdinand.  However, Kremer
hams it up with good humor and without patronizing.  Children should
appreciate his efforts, as they tune out the music.

Steve Schwartz