Ah, this journey! How many have made it, sincerely and imaginatively,
two setting out as nearly as possible as one! So many on records too,
following the elusive track as with torchlight concentrated upon it.
Yet, of all, I cannot think of one (not even Fischer-Dieskau in his 1965
recording with Jörg Demus) that leads more faithfully to the cold
comfort of its end. And when we get there in this performance, what an
end it is!
The journey begins with ever such a slight whine high in the
voice, as with a calm acceptance of pain. The piano abstains from
jabbing sforzandi to underline what the chords make plain enough, instead insisting calmly on its left-hand legato.
The melting major-key modulation is all affection: no hint of
bitterness in the sentiment that his passing footsteps should not
disturb the faithless beloved’s sleep. But outside in the open,
stillness and turbulence alternate like the moods of the weather-vane.
And so throughout much of the trek the self-confiding of the loner holds
in check the utterance of emotion as the icy surface of the river
conceals the running water beneath. Even so the pain will out, as it
does in the last phrase, “ihr Bild dahin”, of “Erstarrung”.
On we go, lulled and tormented by the magic music-box of
“Frühlingstraum”, till the tragic chord before “so elend nicht” in
“Einsamkeit” brings a dreadful reality into focus. The deceptive
sweetness of “Die Krähe”, the giddy disorientation of “Letzte Hoffnung”,
the subdued feverish excitements of “Täuschung” find an almost holy
stability in “Das Wirtshaus”, but still the external world exists, felt
as almost an intrusion in “Mut”. And soon we meet the organ-grinder. And
his secrets must on no account be revealed by reviewer or arts-gossip.
And the listener must wait, out of respect to this marvellous
partnership of Mark Padmore and Paul Lewis, until time can be taken for
it, alone and uninterrupted, to accompany them on the journey through to
its unearthly end. (John Steane/ Gramophone)
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