LOYAL to the Saxon crown two centuries before King Alfred, and
in thrall to Celts and Romans from 150 BC, Winchester and its
cathedral bade farewell to Queen's Elizabeth II's Diamond Jubilee
with a gargantuan choral jamboree, gathering in young and old. By
way of a preface, the opening stages included a series of engaging
items, including the portentous, Copland-inspired (marginally
tongue-in-cheek) brass Fanfare for an Uncommon Woman by an
American composer, Joan Tower (b. 1938), and a very simple, lucid
Beatitudes, set by Peter Amidon and warmly sung by Winchester
Community Choir. This followed a striking 1960s setting, Psalm
150, by Diana Owen, cheered by almost Monteverdian trumpets,
and some vibrant vocal runs that drew notably good singing from the
girls. This attractive work is worth the attention of today's
cathedral and abbey choirs.
Next, a beautifully shaded, flowing performance of the Concert
Étude Automne by Cécile Chaminade (1857-1944), a superior
salon piece in which Diana Owen, now at the keyboard, displayed an
accomplishment akin to Rachmaninov: it was the first half's certain
highlight.
But the event of almost Hanoverian splendour was the second-half
première of Jubilee Wisdom, a new choral work by June
Boyce-Tillman, celebrating the Queen, and dedicated to the Lord
Lieutenant of Hampshire and Chancellor of Winchester University,
Dame Mary Fagan.
From its haunting opening with solo trumpet and horn (I recall
Howard Blake's use of viola in similar circumstances; a yearning
viola would likewise emerge here, midway), this proved a work of
joyous, vigorous impact: energetic, forceful, and varied.
It falls harmonically into a genre spanning, say, John Ireland
and Vaughan Williams, but reaching beyond these. The solo work - a
soprano early on, prominent flute, refined offerings from the
Southern Sinfonia's leader, many brilliantly judged, sly,
subliminal, and subtle touches, utilising numerous pieces of
percussion - as well as the orchestra's ensemble playing - lifted
the work on to a high level.
Of course, the choir mattered most. The text, often a drawback
in such events, seemed buoyant and alive, not too cloying. The
children are required to sing almost microtonally to produce a
soughing, grieving effect ("Hold the green"; latterly "Walk the
way"). The text, indeed, engages with a "green" theme, being a
chant deep-rooted in the medieval, but with ozone getting a
peep-in.
The ensuing adult procession was haunting, and the sonorities
picked up by the cathedral really worked: shades of Vaughan
Williams's Tallis Fantasia, or Old Hundredth. Percussive
bursts - side drum, gongs, shakers - enlivened the young children's
column, striding the endless way from West End to the crossing. The
folk violin that followed in the section infused by morris dance
was inspired. Cecil Sharp would have been pleased.
The gleeful finale, orchestrated with outrageous bombast, was a
musical treat, but the more so for what built up to it: a setting
of the Dickie Valentine song In a Golden Coach which gave
this cheerful event its title ("In a golden coach, there's a heart
of gold Driving through old London town . . ."). Originally
recorded by Billy Cotton and his orchestra, it came third in the
hit parade in Coronation year, 1953. Boyce-Tillman's resplendent
adaptation, bells and all, swept over us like a Dam Busters'
fly-past.