Jonathan Carr, who died last week near Bonn, was an astute political journalist and a musical enthusiast of expert knowledge and sound judgement.
He brought an aesthetic perspective to his professional occupation and a shrewd political eye to his musical researches, adding a dash of wit that made him constantly readable.
As Germany correspondent for the Financial Times and, later, bureau chief for the Economist, Jonathan saw just about every Meistersinger in 30 years, and held Rafael Kubelik’s 1967 Munich production with Thomas Stewart as Sachs to be supreme.
He forged a musical bond with Chancellor Helmut Schmidt, becoming his biographer. Two months before the fall of the Berlin Wall, he wrote an essay foretelling German reunification. Both the FT and Economist have published warm tributes, here and here.
As a friend, he was both giving and undemanding. In 15 years, I never experienced an awkward moment in Jonathan’s company or heard an empty phrase from his lips. He was a true idealist, living to the full the values he held important and dear.
I gave him the title for his first musical biography, The Real Mahler. He delicately declined my suggestion for the second – The Wagner Gang – preferring The Wagner Clan as the more decorous option. Unmoved by reputation, he maintained a critical independence that, in its occasional severity, was always tolerant of human weakness.
Journalists are generally not the best advertisement for their vocation. Jonathan was.
Jonathan Carr, who died last week near Bonn, was an astute political journalist and a musical enthusiast of expert knowledge and sound judgement.
He brought an aesthetic perspective to his professional occupation and a shrewd political eye to his musical researches, adding a dash of wit that made him constantly readable.
As Germany correspondent for the Financial Times and, later, bureau chief for the Economist, Jonathan saw just about every Meistersinger in 30 years, and held Rafael Kubelik’s 1967 Munich production with Thomas Stewart as Sachs to be supreme.
He forged a musical bond with Chancellor Helmut Schmidt, becoming his biographer. Two months before the fall of the Berlin Wall, he wrote an essay foretelling German reunification. Both the FT and Economist have published warm tributes, here and here.
As a friend, he was both giving and undemanding. In 15 years, I never experienced an awkward moment in Jonathan’s company or heard an empty phrase from his lips. He was a true idealist, living to the full the values he held important and dear.
I gave him the title for his first musical biography, The Real Mahler. He delicately declined my suggestion for the second – The Wagner Gang – preferring The Wagner Clan as the more decorous option. Unmoved by reputation, he maintained a critical independence that, in its occasional severity, was always tolerant of human weakness.
Journalists are generally not the best advertisement for their vocation. Jonathan was.
A year ago I asked ‘has anybody seen Alberto Vilar?’ Several readers were kind enough to respond and I was relieved to learn that the former philanthropist is still going to the opera while awaiting his fraud trial in September.
How about Chris Craker, though? Has anyone seen Chris?
Up to a couple of months ago he was running the classical output of Sony-BMG and talking up the industry in the music magazines with a lovely line in chutzpah. Then the inevitable happened. A short press statement said he was gone and the cheery fellow has not been responding to emails. I do hope he’s OK. Tell me if you’ve seen him.
The ones I feel sorriest for at Sony are the fine young artists that Chris signed – the Skrida sisters from Latvia and the lovely Lisa Batiashvili. Who will record them now?
Meantime, better news of two victims of the EMI crunch. Barry McCann, who used to run the classical label in the UK and was Our Nige’s best mate, has joined the self-publishing co-op Avie, while Theo Lap, who ran classical marketing, has joined the Dutch label Brilliant Classics. Brilliant it occasionally is, with low-cost boxes of collected works – the complete Messiaen on 17CDs, for instance, for as little as 30 Euros.
For some reason they do not appear to be available in the US.
A year ago I asked ‘has anybody seen Alberto Vilar?’ Several readers were kind enough to respond and I was relieved to learn that the former philanthropist is still going to the opera while awaiting his fraud trial in September.
How about Chris Craker, though? Has anyone seen Chris?
Up to a couple of months ago he was running the classical output of Sony-BMG and talking up the industry in the music magazines with a lovely line in chutzpah. Then the inevitable happened. A short press statement said he was gone and the cheery fellow has not been responding to emails. I do hope he’s OK. Tell me if you’ve seen him.
The ones I feel sorriest for at Sony are the fine young artists that Chris signed – the Skrida sisters from Latvia and the lovely Lisa Batiashvili. Who will record them now?
Meantime, better news of two victims of the EMI crunch. Barry McCann, who used to run the classical label in the UK and was Our Nige’s best mate, has joined the self-publishing co-op Avie, while Theo Lap, who ran classical marketing, has joined the Dutch label Brilliant Classics. Brilliant it occasionally is, with low-cost boxes of collected works – the complete Messiaen on 17CDs, for instance, for as little as 30 Euros.
For some reason they do not appear to be available in the US.
A wonderful release of Bach and Handel arias by the late Lorraine Hunt Lieberson has just appeared on the self-publish community label, Avie, and is reviewed as my CD of the week.
No need to say more about the Bach, but Handel’s Hercules was completely unknown to me and I revelled both in the musical invention and in Lorraine’s fine articulation. The track that leaped out at me from the headphones was an aria titled ‘Resign thy club’ and I kept having to rub my ears to make sure I was hearing right.
Handel paid great attention to the words he set. ‘Resign thy club’ is supposed to tell Hercules give up the fighting and come home to mummy. But I couldn’t help wondering if Handel here wasn’t signalling an in-joke to his patrons who spent their evenings in the London gentlemen’s clubs tht run along Pall Mall. If they happened to take a little snooze in act two, a call to resign from the Atheneum would be sure to stir them in the stalls.
Anyone know more about this aria?
A wonderful release of Bach and Handel arias by the late Lorraine Hunt Lieberson has just appeared on the self-publish community label, Avie, and is reviewed as my CD of the week.
No need to say more about the Bach, but Handel’s Hercules was completely unknown to me and I revelled both in the musical invention and in Lorraine’s fine articulation. The track that leaped out at me from the headphones was an aria titled ‘Resign thy club’ and I kept having to rub my ears to make sure I was hearing right.
Handel paid great attention to the words he set. ‘Resign thy club’ is supposed to tell Hercules give up the fighting and come home to mummy. But I couldn’t help wondering if Handel here wasn’t signalling an in-joke to his patrons who spent their evenings in the London gentlemen’s clubs tht run along Pall Mall. If they happened to take a little snooze in act two, a call to resign from the Atheneum would be sure to stir them in the stalls.
Anyone know more about this aria?
The BBC are running a bought-in film tonight in Alan Yentob’s Imagine series on Simon Rattle and the Berlin Philharmonic. It offers ‘intimate’ insights into the workings of the crack band and its fabulous maestro as they are cheered to the rafters on a Far East tour.
Well, believe that if you like. Rattle was recently re-elected chief conductor by a political manoeuvre and a narrow margin that some of his opponents in the orchestra are continuing to question. As for the Far East raves, did anyone look at the ticket prices? They were ten times above the means of ordinary Japanese, Korean and Chinese working people, even more expensive than in Berlin.
A tour by the Berlin Phil in the Far East is an occasion for Asian corporate society to congratulate itself on cultural refinment, and for the orchestra to augment its copper-bottomed salaries and expense account.
These issues will understandably not be raised in Alan Yentob’s egregious series, a corner of television that is notorious for soft-focus, cuddly profiles of ‘Al’s Pals’ and is the BBC’s only documentary insight into the arts.
Notwithstanding all these reservations, the inclusion of Rattle and Berlin at this stage seems strangely off the pace, given that their progress has stagnated while a new conducting generation is striking sparks in London, Liverpool, L.A., Birmingham, Toulouse and Paris. That’s where the current action is. The BBC has lost its nose for cultural reporting.
The BBC are running a bought-in film tonight in Alan Yentob’s Imagine series on Simon Rattle and the Berlin Philharmonic. It offers ‘intimate’ insights into the workings of the crack band and its fabulous maestro as they are cheered to the rafters on a Far East tour.
Well, believe that if you like. Rattle was recently re-elected chief conductor by a political manoeuvre and a narrow margin that some of his opponents in the orchestra are continuing to question. As for the Far East raves, did anyone look at the ticket prices? They were ten times above the means of ordinary Japanese, Korean and Chinese working people, even more expensive than in Berlin.
A tour by the Berlin Phil in the Far East is an occasion for Asian corporate society to congratulate itself on cultural refinment, and for the orchestra to augment its copper-bottomed salaries and expense account.
These issues will understandably not be raised in Alan Yentob’s egregious series, a corner of television that is notorious for soft-focus, cuddly profiles of ‘Al’s Pals’ and is the BBC’s only documentary insight into the arts.
Notwithstanding all these reservations, the inclusion of Rattle and Berlin at this stage seems strangely off the pace, given that their progress has stagnated while a new conducting generation is striking sparks in London, Liverpool, L.A., Birmingham, Toulouse and Paris. That’s where the current action is. The BBC has lost its nose for cultural reporting.
I left the door a foot open in my previous submission for others to nominate the Los Angeles Philharmonic as a pioneer of orchestral courage and adventure – and up she pops in the first three responses.
I couldn’t be more enthusiastic about LA’s choice of young, fairly inexperienced conductors – Salonen, and now Dudamel – in preference to the greying Europeans of the East Coast. But one might argue that L.A. is an exception that proves the rule. In a city where movies are dominant, symphonic music has to fight for every crumb of attention. Youth – Hollywood’s elixir – is one way to catch the eye.
I once asked Ernest Fleischmann while he managed the LA Phil if there was any interface between his company and the dream factories. He thought for a long while before replying, ‘well, Walter Matthau’s a subscriber…’
As for Jason’s suggestion that ‘it doesn’t pay to ignore internal and external dissension when assessing the merits of music directors’, if that were the case Mahler would never have been boss in Vienna, nor Solti at Covent Garden, nor Boulez at the NY Phil, and the musical horizon would be coloured a uniform shade of grey.
I left the door a foot open in my previous submission for others to nominate the Los Angeles Philharmonic as a pioneer of orchestral courage and adventure – and up she pops in the first three responses.
I couldn’t be more enthusiastic about LA’s choice of young, fairly inexperienced conductors – Salonen, and now Dudamel – in preference to the greying Europeans of the East Coast. But one might argue that L.A. is an exception that proves the rule. In a city where movies are dominant, symphonic music has to fight for every crumb of attention. Youth – Hollywood’s elixir – is one way to catch the eye.
I once asked Ernest Fleischmann while he managed the LA Phil if there was any interface between his company and the dream factories. He thought for a long while before replying, ‘well, Walter Matthau’s a subscriber…’
As for Jason’s suggestion that ‘it doesn’t pay to ignore internal and external dissension when assessing the merits of music directors’, if that were the case Mahler would never have been boss in Vienna, nor Solti at Covent Garden, nor Boulez at the NY Phil, and the musical horizon would be coloured a uniform shade of grey.
No blogs from me for the past six weeks – I’ve been immersed in a new book.
But the word from Cleveland this weekend deserves a cheer or three, if only for its courage and foresight in an industry noted for its timidity. The Cleveland Orchestra has renewed contracts with music director Franz Welser-Möst for another six years, taking them up to 2019, by which time they will have been together for two full decades.
FW-M is also due to become music director of the Vienna State Opera in two years’ time and is in high demand with orchestras on both continents.
So what’s so brave about the rehire? It is no secret that Cleveland’s chief music critic, Donald Rosenberg, struggles to find a kind word to say about Franz and that several of his colleagues on the NY Times take a comparably sceptical line when the orchestra comes to Carnegie Hall. Such dissent can affect public perceptions, as well as box office sales.
I have known musical organisations to turn chicken when critical opinion went sour on a maestro – check the recent Philadelphia Story (though that’s only half the story), or the way English National Opera treated its last two music directors. So all praise to Cleveland for sailing straight ahead and showing two fingers to the malcontents.
FW-M is never going to be to everyone’s taste. He has strong ideas about music and likes to get his own way. But there has never been a doubt of his ability to achieve exactly the performance he envisaged, or to maintain and improve the playing wherever he waves a wand. Cleveland, after ten years of Franz, is still by some margin America’s finest ensemble – and among its most adventurous, with a stream of new commissions and, in the near future, a season of fully-staged opera.
Which other US orchestra is showing such enterprise and determination?
Go on, name me one.
No blogs from me for the past six weeks – I’ve been immersed in a new book.
But the word from Cleveland this weekend deserves a cheer or three, if only for its courage and foresight in an industry noted for its timidity. The Cleveland Orchestra has renewed contracts with music director Franz Welser-Möst for another six years, taking them up to 2019, by which time they will have been together for two full decades.
FW-M is also due to become music director of the Vienna State Opera in two years’ time and is in high demand with orchestras on both continents.
So what’s so brave about the rehire? It is no secret that Cleveland’s chief music critic, Donald Rosenberg, struggles to find a kind word to say about Franz and that several of his colleagues on the NY Times take a comparably sceptical line when the orchestra comes to Carnegie Hall. Such dissent can affect public perceptions, as well as box office sales.
I have known musical organisations to turn chicken when critical opinion went sour on a maestro – check the recent Philadelphia Story (though that’s only half the story), or the way English National Opera treated its last two music directors. So all praise to Cleveland for sailing straight ahead and showing two fingers to the malcontents.
FW-M is never going to be to everyone’s taste. He has strong ideas about music and likes to get his own way. But there has never been a doubt of his ability to achieve exactly the performance he envisaged, or to maintain and improve the playing wherever he waves a wand. Cleveland, after ten years of Franz, is still by some margin America’s finest ensemble – and among its most adventurous, with a stream of new commissions and, in the near future, a season of fully-staged opera.
Which other US orchestra is showing such enterprise and determination?
Go on, name me one.
