“It is enough when a single note is beautifully played,” wrote Arvo Pärt, expounding on his tintinnabuli style, whose music is characterised by the blending of diatonic scales and triadic arpeggios, emulating the lingering overtones produced by a bell – a single moment spread out through time. In developing this language, Pärt – described to me by Madli-Liis Parts, music advisor to the Ministry of Culture, as the grandfather of Estonian contemporary music – established a relationship to sound that was, paradoxically, both ancient and radically new. Here was a music in which tonality becomes the common basis for expression – its strength and purity a manifestation of God; one where asceticism and acoustic sensitivity takes precedence over the more lavish aspects of neoclassicism and serialism that defined Pärt’s earlier compositions.
It was this reverence to sound – the urge to explore single moments through time – that united each of the exceptional works presented by the Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir on Saturday evening. “Blossomings”, under the glowing direction of Kaspars Putniņš, was a programme so perfectly suited to the deathless acoustic of Tallin’s St Nicholas’ Church that one felt each piece must surely have been written with the building in mind. In fact, only two – Toivo Tulev’s Ek het jou lief (I Love You) and Helen Tulve’s Nächtliche Gesänge (Nocturnal Songs) – actually were. Both were commissioned by the Estonian Music Days festival, the elder composer Tulev being something of a bridge between Tulve and the previous generation (Pärt, Jaan Rääts et al), whose music was born out of Soviet censorship.
Tulve sets two texts by the German-Jewish poets Paul Celan and Hilde Domin, her shimmering microtones capturing perfectly the moonlit landscape: “Out in the distance from a dream-blackened grove, a spirit-vapour streams to us.” In Tulev’s Ek het jou lief all melodic movement stemmed from a single, unfaltering note shared between sections. The piece represents, in his words, an “acknowledgement of the deficit in understanding, sympathy and willingness to listen that we all encounter in our daily lives”, and through this combination of textural homogeneity and ever-mutating tonality – the constant versus the ephemeral – the music reflects both Tulev’s acceptance and his quest for consolation. The text combines pithy phrases from a multitude of languages, and hats off to both Putniņš and his singers for pulling off such an immense feat of choral articulation. If only I could bottle the luxuriant sound of that bass section and divvy it up between each choral society in Britain – we would be much better for it.