The annual Hot 100 cultural contributors from Edinburgh’s magazine The List draws interest from right across the entertainment world in Scotland. Beating Donald Runnicles (80), John Butt (63) and even The Edinburgh Festival (8), emerging smoking hot in the lead this year is composer Anne Meredith. We felt bang on trend as we packed out the performance space at The Hub in Edinburgh sitting on tiny stools surrounded by eight huge screens in a circle for a performance of Anno, first seen at the Spitalfields Festival in the summer.
Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons is everywhere, performed almost nightly in churches in tourist cities in Europe, in lifts, on the radio and even when on hold on the phone. The Scottish Ensemble has performed it many times, often interleaving it with The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires by Piazzolla in a dialogue between the old and the new. It is a subject fascinating director Jonathan Morton who approached composer Anna Meredith with the idea of developing a piece using acoustic and electronic music depicting a year. Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons is used as source material with projections from the composer’s sister and illustrator, Eleanor Meredith.
Anna Meredith has said that she keeps composition fresh by using acoustic instruments to write for electronic, and electronic instruments to write for acoustic. Running to 15 short movements, the Vivaldi used was left intact, the amplified strings and harpsichord giving it a new rough edge. A pulsing electronic click track blended into live music with a techno beat from the Ensemble, the players emerging from the darkness between the screens, arranged in a semicircle, sometimes picking up their high tech tablet music stands and shifting position round us. Meredith weaved her own rhythms, sometimes sinuously, at others forcefully jabbing with inventive loops dancing round the Baroque.
Eleanor Meredith’s visuals were playful, nebulous translucent shapes dividing amoeba-like and spreading slowly round us as the year began. Sometimes a line was taken for a walk, squiggling across the screens, a bedtime story bird struggling against a strong wind, and an amorphous jelly-blue figure striding out purposely. A rough line drawing crane lifted blocks of watery colour like the mixing tray of a child’s paint box, and dumped them into a growing pile. Stronger coloured washes of abstract images built layer on layer, before eventually all the shapes slowly folded in on themselves as the year, and the piece ended.