When I think of Dame Ethel Smyth (1858-1944), the first thing that springs to mind is Sir Thomas Beecham’s recollection of her leading an impromptu chorus of women, gathered in a prison courtyard for exercise, by conducting with her toothbrush between the bars of her cell.

Smyth was incarcerated for two months for smashing out the windows of politicians who opposed the female vote. Her “March of the Women” became the anthem of the women’s suffrage movement in England.

The other thing I think about is how Smyth’s opera, “Der Wald” (“The Forest”), was the only work by a female composer produced at New York’s Metropolitan Opera for over a century. That was in 1903.

Anticipating the assertion that well-behaved women seldom make history, Smyth was driven to act up from the start. And who could blame her?

She managed to outmaneuver her father, a major general in the Royal Artillery. When he objected to her pursuit of a career in music, she studied privately. This culminated in an all-out battle, in the course of which Ethel’s will proved steelier than her dad’s. The result was that she was that she was able to attend the Leipzig Conservatory.

When the conservatory didn’t measure up to her expectations, she sought out Heinrich von Herzogenberg for further polish. Her travels also brought her into contact with Dvořák, Grieg, Tchaikovsky, Clara Schumann, and Herzogenberg’s friend, Johannes Brahms.

It was at a private performance of Brahms’ Piano Quintet, with the composer in attendance, that Smyth’s St. Bernard mix, Marco, burst through a door, toppling the cellist’s music stand, which, much to everyone’s relief, the notoriously prickly Brahms found hilarious. Later, when Tchaikovsky wrote to Smyth, he never failed to ask after Marco.

Her first piece to be played in public was her String Quintet in E major (1884).

Her first orchestral work, the Serenade in D (1889) – written with the encouragement of Tchaikovsky – is better than just about anything composed by Sir Hubert Parry (whose music I happen to enjoy) and much more compelling than the symphonies of Sir Charles Villiers Stanford. Smyth’s serenade is a symphony in all but name, with some pretty good tunes.

Even so, it was only in 1893, after her Mass in D was favorably received by George Bernard Shaw that her father’s objection to her chosen career began to thaw. (Shaw had declared the Mass “magnificent.”)

While she met with considerable success in her lifetime, as a woman, she was still often marginalized and had to push for almost everything. In her mid-50s, she began to lose her hearing. Undeterred, she commenced a second career as a writer, producing ten books. She was made a Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire in 1922 .

The next time a music director is looking for an alternative to Elgar (himself not exactly overplayed in this U.S.), he or she could do worse than to consider Ethel Smyth. The overture to her opera “The Wreckers” (1906) would make for a dynamic curtain-raiser.

“The Wreckers” was presented at Bard College, in a series of performances, under the direction of Leon Botstein, in 2015. Botstein led a concert performance of the piece at Carnegie Hall in 2007. Happily, the Bard production was filmed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6jvyTaDqkc

Smyth herself conducts the overture.

Happy birthday, Dame Ethel Smyth!

“March of the Women” (1910), sung here with more polish than it would have been in a prison courtyard.

PHOTO: Smyth rocks the boat