Wind Ensemble
SKU:
HL.14027165
Composed
by Niels Marthinsen.
Music Sales America. Set
(Score & Parts). Edition
Wilhelm Hansen #KP00606.
Published by Edition
Wilhelm Hansen
(HL.14027165).
Danish.
REVEILLE
RETRAITE for solo
trumpetA joint commission
between Hakan
Hardenberger and Danmarks
RadioDedicated to Hakan
HardenbergerProgramme
note:Everybody knows or
has at least heard of the
time honoured military
bugle calls: Reveille
Retraite, the awakening
at sunrise the turning in
at sunset. In a way it's
the UR concept of the
nature of the trumpet, an
instrument capable of
glorious panache as well
as sublime, inward
looking finesse. My piece
is, as indicated in the
title, a two fold
composition in the form
of two contrasting tone
poems, each mirroring a
fragment of original
text, what one could call
spiritual appetizers. At
the end of chapter 8 of
his high spirited Memoirs
Hector Berlioz laments
the murder of a man he
admired, Prince
Lichnowsky, who was
stabbed to death in
Frankfurt in September
1848 by German peasants:
Oh, I must get out, walk,
run, shout under the open
sky! Now, there's a
juicy bit of high strung
romantic Sturm und Drang
for you and the perfect
motto for any
awakening... Then night
fall, Retraite, in which
I've drawn upon the
early, melancholy poem
ALONE by Edgar Allan Poe
and taken out one single
line as 'subtitle' for
this very hushed and
withdrawn movement: And
all I lov'd, I lov'd
alone. I guess it won't
hurt to quote the poem in
its entirety:From
childhood's hour I have
not beenAs others were I
have not seenAs others
saw I could not bringMy
passions from a common
spring.From the same
source I have not takenMy
sorrow; I could not
awakenMy heart to joy at
the same tone;And all1
lov'd, I lov'd alone.THEN
in my childhood in the
dawnOf a most stormy life
was drawnFrom ev'ry depth
of good and illThe
mystery which binds me
still:From the torrent,
or the fountain,From the
red cliff of the
mountain,From the sun
that 'round me roll`dIn
its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the
skyAs it pass'd me flying
by From the thunder and
the storm,And the cloud
that took the form(When
the rest of Beaven was
blue)Of a demon in my
view.Edgar Allan
PoeProgramme note by Poul
Ruders, January 2004.