Classic Ross Amico

Tag: WFLN

  • Classical Christmas Fading Away

    Classical Christmas Fading Away

    I realize I’ve not been churning out with my usual vigor this time of year my characteristically voluminous posts on arcane Christmas lore. By now, I’ve usually written with ample cranberry relish about the Yule Goat, the Yule Lads, the Yule Cat, Saturnalia, (the historic) Saint Nicholas, even Krampus. But I’ve been busy, and anyway I’m just not feeling it this year.

    That said, there’s always time for a good rant. On the birthday of soprano Rita Streich, I elaborate on this reflection from last year, on the dwindling culture of classical music Christmas, as sadly – if not unexpectedly – it still very much applies. And it’s not going to get any better. I will continue to carry old Christmas in my ears and sporadically in my CD player, but the wise should seek it only on the internet, for it is now no more than a dream remembered. You will search for it on American classical radio in vain.

    For much of the time I worked at a certain radio station (for nearly three decades, in fact), it was the rule, for some reason, not to program any Christmas music until after December 16 – Beethoven’s birthday. That has changed, since they laid off all of their sub-managerial local hosts and started piping in most of their content from an independent, presumably more economical service in the Midwest. But for many years, Beethoven was the demarcation for Classical Music Advent to commence. Sure, you don’t want to hammer listeners with a month of brass arrangements of the usual ho ho ho; but for those of us with a little more imagination, who would really like to relax into the repertoire, nine days isn’t a heck of a lot of time.

    Most of the grand and contemplative Christmas works (Franz Liszt’s “Christus,” Berlioz’s “L’enfance du Christ,” Vaughan Williams’ “Hodie,” Saint-Saëns’ “Christmas Oratorio,” Casals’ “El Pessebre,” Charpentier’s “Messe de Minuit,” Respighi’s “Laud to the Nativity,” Schütz’s “Christmas Story”) – basically, those that aren’t “Messiah” – are slipping away, as playlists pander to an increasingly A.D.D. society.

    Over the years it’s been suggested to me that people “don’t like singing.” Or that they might find the religious content exclusionary or off-putting. (Somehow it’s never a consideration when we play Bach.) The squeaky wheel gets the grease, and the wider listenership has been trained to expect little more than consumer-friendly arrangements of the less-demanding carols. This sets a frustrating precedent, but at a time when even Beethoven symphonies are broadcast less and less frequently in their entirety (except perhaps for the shorter ones), what are you going to do?

    Brass renditions of “Rudolph” and “Frosty” are sweetmeats that can give you a lift between meals, but on their own they offer very little sustenance. They are great palate-cleansers, for sure, and they are perfect for a parade or a public tree-lighting or as background for a holiday party, but you don’t necessarily want to down box after box of them.

    I muse on this every year, but especially so around the birthday of Rita Streich (1920-1987), whose crystalline voice I have always admired. If you’re going to do traditional carols, Streich is a paragon of how they really should be done. She sang them most enchantingly. Whenever I programmed one of her carol medleys on December 18, for the duration of the performance, it really felt like Christmas.

    Streich is also the soprano soloist in a recording that has become dearer and dearer to me over the years of Josef Rheinberger’s “The Star of Bethlehem.” Rheinberger (1839-1901), everyone’s favorite composer from Liechtenstein, is likely remembered, if at all, primarily for his organ works. But he was also a distinguished teacher and left an uplifting piano concerto that really should be much better known. How I would love to hear it in concert!

    I used to encounter “The Star of Bethlehem” on the radio every year. Of course, as one of the last of my kind, I myself picked up the standard and bore it proudly, working it into my programs when I still had a regular air shift. Streich’s recording originally appeared on vinyl, on the EMI label. It was reissued on compact disc on Carus. Good luck finding the CD for a reasonable price now that it’s out-of-print and in the talons of the secondhand market. (You’ll have better luck if you own a turntable and aren’t too finicky about condition.) Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau is the baritone and Robert Heger conducts.

    A thousand years of Christmas music, and how much of it is ever played? It all seems to have disappeared so quickly.

    I realize not everyone is Christian, radio stations are not churches, and we are living in an increasingly secularized society, but I assure you my concerns are more musical than they are religious. I join Hector Berlioz, Ralph Vaughan Williams, and others of their like in appreciating the transcendent beauty of so much music for the season, even in cases where the composers themselves may not have been the most devout believers. (Many most certainly were.)

    Somewhere, I’ve got my old program guides for WFLN, Philadelphia’s classical music station for nearly 50 years. While still in its golden era, WFLN filled the airwaves with Christmas music for the entire span of Advent. True “classical” Christmas music. Granted, for a kid (I wasn’t even in my teens at the time I discovered them), it was pretty hardcore, and I was thankful for the occasional lighter interludes like Leopold Mozart’s “A Musical Sleigh-Ride” and Victor Hely-Hutchinson’s “Carol Symphony.” But this music came to characterize the Christmas season for me, other than those times, for the sake of my mother, we would decorate the tree to the Chestnut Brass. I’ll see if I can find one of the December program guides from back in the day and post what I can.

    Watch this space, and happy birthday, Rita Streich!

  • Sibelius Day 3 Paleo Smelly Zone & Classical Radio

    Sibelius Day 3 Paleo Smelly Zone & Classical Radio

    EIGHT DAYS OF SIBELIUS – DAY 3

    As a classical music lover, I watch a lot of videos on YouTube. Frequently they’ll be in foreign languages, so I have to rely on closed captioning. Anyone with any experience with the program knows the system often comes up with some real howlers. The other week, I was watching something about Sibelius, and when someone referred to his incidental music for “Pelleas and Melisande,” closed captioning transliterated it as “Paleo Smelly Zone.” Sure, it sounds disgusting, perhaps even a little unsavory. But that’s what makes it funny. Here’s a link to a performance of the complete piece.

    I used the “Entr’acte” from Sibelius’ incidental music as a signature tune for one of my radio shows, back in the day.

    I’m pretty sure I ripped it off from WFLN, Philadelphia’s classical music station for nearly 50 years, which used it as fill, to “take it up to the top of the hour,” at the conclusion of one of its day parts. As I recall, some of the other works they used as signatures included the third movement of a Concerto for 7 trumpets by Johann Ernst Altenburg, the last movement of Haydn’s Symphony No. 6 “Le matin,” the Gavotte from Fauré’s “Masques et bergamasques,” one of the “Cypresses” for string quartet by Dvořák, and of course, Fauré’s “Pavane,” for the overnight program, “Sleepers Awake.”

    That station taught me everything I know about the standard repertoire. And they did it by playing complete pieces of music, with local hosts pronouncing all the names correctly. It was a commercial outlet (with no ads between midnight and 6), not at all stuffy, but the standards were impeccable. How I miss that level of professionalism in American classical radio!

    PHOTO: Sibelius enjoying a rare laugh, with cigar, perhaps to cover up the scent of the “Paleo Smelly Zone”

  • My First Bruckner Easton PA

    My First Bruckner Easton PA

    I remember the first time I encountered the music of Anton Bruckner. It was in the middle of the night in an attic bedroom in Easton, Pennsylvania.

    While growing up in Easton in the 1970s and ‘80s, I always regarded it as a small town. Technically, it’s classified as a city, the third largest in the Lehigh Valley, but the downtown is not all that large and most of the population was distributed across what was then several semi-rural townships. A drifting snow would be enough to close the schools for days.

    Easton is about 70 miles outside Philadelphia. In the car, WFLN, Philadelphia’s 24-hour classical music station, when it still existed, would sometimes cut in and out, depending on where you were driving. But I always had the radio antennae in the house trained to pick up 95.7 FM. And as a teenager, my brain was absorbent enough that I internalized most of the standard repertoire.

    Back in the day, WFLN used to broadcast its overnights ad-free. So other than the distinctive voice of Henry Varlack, it was non-stop music from midnight to 6 a.m. This made it easy to sleep with the radio on, and I did so out of habit in those days, my consciousness rising to the surface now and again to take note of the music.

    On one of those occasions, I emerged right in the middle of an insinuating, sinister scherzo. It made such an impression that I hung around to hear the back-announcement: Bruckner’s Symphony No. 9.

    The word “scherzo” literally means “joke.” In Bruckner, there are no jokes. The early symphonies may flirt with folksy ländler. But once Bruckner knows what he’s about, these are transmogrified into supernatural gallops across moonless skies, Odin leading his warrior band in the Wild Hunt. The symphonies are often compared to “cathedrals in sound.” Bruckner was an organist; once you know that, it’s easy to imagine his structures and textures elucidated on the King of Instruments. But there is nothing sacred about the scherzos.

    From that first encounter, I’ve always been fond of them. So ferocious can these become, so terrible in their sublimity, that it’s hard to associate them with the man who, on the one hand, aspired to convey the ineffable in his heavenly adagios, and on the other, could be so malleable as to allow anyone to make changes to “improve” his music. He was almost perversely humble. Because of this, there are multiple Bruckner performance traditions, with some conductors and scholars divided between the Haas and Nowak editions and others groping toward elusive Brucker urtexts.

    For the Bruckner faithful, no matter how it’s been processed, the music transcends human tampering. With its hypnotic repeating cells, its punctuating silences, its spiritual depth, and its breathtaking grandeur, Bruckner’s art communicates with an unwavering clarity. But as with his instrument of choice, there’s always a lot going on behind the scenes and beneath the surface.

    Still, I’m aware not everyone is a convert. I think wryly back on Simon Roberts, who stocked and held court in the basement of Nathan Muchnick’s (a Philadelphia audio store with a superb classical music compact disc selection), and his withering dismissal of “deranged Bruckner fanatics,” which I recall now, even decades after he uttered it.

    Gustav Mahler, who took lessons with Bruckner at the Vienna Conservatory and considered him his precursor and friend, described him as “half simpleton, half God.”

    Those who love Mahler don’t necessarily feel the same way about Bruckner, and vice versa. So if Grandpa loves his cycle of Bernstein Mahler symphonies (Sony or DG), don’t expect him to turn handsprings for your generous gift of Eugen Jochum’s Bruckner set (EMI or DG). Unless Grandpa happens to be me. I love all these recordings!

    I can’t believe that today marks the 200th anniversary of Bruckner’s birth. I remember when 200 years ago meant powdered wigs.

    In any case, thank you, WFLN, God rest Henry Varlack, and happy bicentennial, Anton Bruckner!

    Bruno Walter conducts Bruckner’s 9th (my first Bruckner recording). The scherzo begins about 24 minutes in.

    PHOTO: Anton Bruckner, babe magnet

  • Remembering Philadelphia’s WFLN

    Remembering Philadelphia’s WFLN

    Anybody else remember this?

    I found it yesterday in a secondhand shop, and I had to pick up, because of my fond memories of WFLN, Philadelphia’s classical music station for 48 years.

    So much did I love that station that I still remember useless bits of trivia about it, such as the fact that it was Frank Kastner who signed on for the first time in 1949 and hosted the first two hours, which included recordings (on 78 rpm) of Brahms’ “Academic Festival Overture,” Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2, and Sibelius’ Symphony No. 2.

    Frank was a piece of living history. He returned to WFLN years later, and I had the opportunity to meet and converse with him several times. I remember discussing neglected music with him, and our talking about Giuseppe Martucci. I also remember once Frank hilariously playing Peter Maxwell Davies “Eight Songs for a Mad King” at around 9:00 on a weekend morning. Definitely NOT music authorized by the program director!

    For a number of years, the station would host a joint fundraiser with the Philadelphia Orchestra. These were frequently broadcast with WFLN announcers and celebrity guests (such as Celeste Holm) appearing in a public location, so that you could drop by and pick up your “thank you” premium. These were often in the form of a mug or an autographed CD.

    Apparently, there was a Bach’s Mug, a Mozart’s Mug, a Beethoven’s Mug, a Brahms’s Mug, and a Tutti Per Muti Mug (a reference to then-Philadelphia Orchestra music director Riccardo Muti). These all came up in the course of my Google searches this morning.

    The one pictured, of course, is Handel’s Mug. 3-1/2 inches tall. 3-1/2 inches wide. I’ll add it to my collection of broadcast trophies and memorabilia, including a Metropolitan Opera mug, once owned by WCLV’s Robert Conrad, and Ralph Collier’s briefcase, debossed with his birth initials. (He was born Ralph Kisch.) I also own a number of Collier’s neckties, including his Abraham Lincoln tie from the Union League of Philadelphia.

    Needless to say, I hung on to a selection of the old WFLN program guides. I’ve got one from October 1982 on my bedside table right now. I especially treasure those from around the holidays. That’s back when classical music Christmas was really classical music Christmas, hardcore! And I’ve got a few of the station’s annual limited-edition posters.

    In my memory, the programming was not the most adventurous, but it was cozy. I’m always saying I learned the entire standard repertoire from listening to WFLN. However, revisiting the October 1982 program guide reveals plenty of surprises, with, for instance, Witold Lutoslawski’s Cello Concerto scheduled for around 3:00 on a weekday afternoon. I also remember hanging around one day waiting to start a cassette tape because I saw they would be playing Roy Harris’ “Folk Song Symphony.” I heard Olivier Messiaen’s “Turangalîla Symphony” for the first time on a New York Philharmonic broadcast, with Leonard Bernstein conducting. So clearly, this was an invaluable resource that presented more than just the three B’s.

    The announcers were familiar without ever coming across as fake, and nobody blathered on about inanities – except in the mornings, when Dave Conant would needle Dick James from Schuylkill Valley Nature Center about the weather.

    Each day part was capped by a signature tune, drawn from Haydn (the last movement of the Symphony No. 6 “Le matin”), Fauré (“Masques et bergamasques” and “Pavane”), Sibelius (the “Entr’acte” from “Pelleas and Melisande”), and Johann Ernst Altenburg (the Concerto for 7 Trumpets). I have so many happy memories associated with that music. Truly, this station was like home. So much of it was entwined with my youth.

    Here’s a biography of Frank Kastner in his own words:

    https://www.broadcastpioneers.com/frankkastner.html

    And a preserved aircheck from 1990, opening with Ralph Collier doing an ad for Jack Kellmer Jewelers; then Dave Conant, host of the drivetime show “Morning Potpourri” (also the station’s GM); with Dick James banter starting around 39 minutes in:

    Wish I could find more like this, especially from the early ‘80s.

    Almost too painful to listen to: the format change in 1997. Philadelphia has not had a full-time classical music station since.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oV4unQHkqgI

    Some of the WFLN staff was picked up by WRTI at Temple University. The rest drifted away to other stations around the country or changed careers.

    I actually interviewed with Conant a few times at WFLN, back in the 1980s, while I was still in college. He was very nice man, very patient. He put me in a booth, and recorded me onto reel-to-reel tape, and then he’d critique it and tell me I could come back. I did, three times – it was an hour bus ride from center city to the studios in Roxborough – but eventually I gave up.

    I found my own way into radio, as a community broadcaster for nine years, before getting hired at WWFM in 1995.

    Interestingly, Conant and I finally did work together, during his twilight years as general manager and early morning host at WRTI. I was hired at WRTI in 2014 as an on-call classical announcer. I wound up doing regular jazz overnights on the weekends, but when I was called in on a weekday, either to do 12-6 a.m. jazz or the 10 a.m. classical shift, Conant and I would switch chairs.

    Even having done radio for nearly 40 years, I will never be as good as he was. I’ll never have the pipes, for one thing. I’m stuck with a frustratingly high voice, so that listeners are often surprised to find that I stand well over six feet. But Conant just exuded radio. He had that resonant voice, and he’s just one of those people who is one with the mic.

    I probably should have added more cigarettes and bourbon to my regimen. Those WFLN announcers were old-school.

    A brief history of WFLN (since I know this has already been a lot to Handel):

    https://phillyradioarchives.com/history/wben

  • Daniel Pinkham Centenary and Christmas Cantata

    Daniel Pinkham Centenary and Christmas Cantata

    Whenever I think of composer Daniel Pinkham, the first things that spring to mind are warm memories of listening to his “Christmas Cantata” on cold December nights, broadcast from the dearly departed, fondly remembered WFLN. The recording, made in the days of vinyl, featured the Dale Warland Singers, and in the tranquil slow movement, I could hear the stylus glide reassuringly along the grooves of the record. What a treat it was to encounter this old friend every year. Astonishingly, although there is a more recent recording featuring the same forces, to my knowledge, this beloved LP version, on the Augsburg label, has never been issued on compact disc. For me, it’s still the one to beat.

    And why aren’t there more recordings to choose from? It’s a very popular work among choruses, and audiences love it. In fact, I would say it is Pinkham’s most popular work (though I understand his “Wedding Cantata” also gets a lot of play).

    Daniel Pinkham was born 100 years ago today. Like Sir Thomas Beecham and Francis Poulenc, he was born into a prominent family that built its fortune in the pharmaceutical trade.

    Pinkham studied at Harvard with Walter Piston and later with Aaron Copland, among others. He studied harpsichord with Putnam Aldrich and Wanda Landowska, organ with E. Power Biggs, and composition with Samuel Barber, Arthur Honegger, and Nadia Boulanger.

    He himself went on to teach at the Boston Conservatory and the New England Conservatory of Music. At the latter, he created and chaired its program on early music performance.

    For 42 years, he was organist at Boston’s King’s Chapel. The position gave him ample opportunities to write music for the church.

    In addition, he performed regularly with the Boston Symphony Orchestra as both an organist and a harpsichordist.

    He produced music in virtually every genre, from symphonies to art song, and he embraced many styles. But I will always hold dearest his little, ten-minute Christmas present, most effective – and affecting – in its simplicity. The “Christmas Cantata,” scored for chorus, double brass and organ, is influenced by plainchant and medieval-style modal writing, though filtered through a distinctly 20th century sensibility.

    Pinkham died in 2006 at the age of 83.

    Thank you, and happy centenary, Daniel Pinkham!

    “Christmas Cantata;” not the earlier Dale Warland album (pictured), the audio from which doesn’t appear to be posted online, but it will do

    Sonata No. 1 for Organ and Strings

    From the Concerto for Celesta and Harpsichord Soli

    Symphony No. 2 (posted as a playlist; let the four movements play through)

    Interview with Bruce Duffie

    http://www.bruceduffie.com/pinkham.html

Tag Cloud

Aaron Copland (94) Beethoven (95) Composer (114) Film Music (150) Film Score (143) Film Scores (255) Halloween (102) John Williams (198) KWAX (233) Leonard Bernstein (105) Marlboro Music Festival (125) Movie Music (165) Mozart (91) Opera (215) Philadelphia Orchestra (90) Picture Perfect (174) Princeton Symphony Orchestra (110) Radio (90) Ross Amico (244) Roy's Tie-Dye Sci-Fi Corner (290) The Classical Network (101) The Lost Chord (269) Vaughan Williams (107) WPRB (397) WWFM (881)

DON’T MISS A BEAT

Receive a weekly digest every Sunday at noon by signing up here

RECENT POSTS