The withdrawal of a programme's core item tests the cohesion of the 'supporting' works. Gabriel Jackson's song cycle On the Shore of the Mind was to have explored resonances in Scottish and Caribbean island life. The attendant works variously explored: Robert Burns' connection with that sunnier part of the world; Cuban composers from Burns' time to the present day; that element without which it's impossible either to join or leave island life – the sea.
Grouped amongst the Caribbean composers was violinist, legendary fencer and founding member of a regiment of black, Napoleonic soldiers, Joseph Boulogne Chevalier de Saint George. A ballet sequence and song from his comic opera L'Amant Anonyme opened the evening. Its charms suggested great promise for the acoustic of St John's; the lively, delicate playing suited the music's classical elegance and soprano Susan Hamilton was in fine voice. Also to end his lengthy lifespan in France was José White Lafitte whose habañera La Bella Cubana depicts a beautiful female compatriot. This was delivered with the sense of style of an ensemble already famed for tango. Calixto Álvarez's Los Pregoneros portrayed the eponymous 'criers' who, by means of a slow conga, herald the arrival of, say, a political event or procession. The stylishly swung sultry syncopations brought home just how indoors and unmusical our own political life is. The most lush of all the Cuban offerings, Fabio Landa's Pequeña Suite Cubana combined lush Ravel-like, harmonies with Afro-Cuban rhythms – doubly rich!
The majority of the nautical items featured Susan Hamilton, whose ornamentation (and the word scarcely does justice to the effect) energised Purcell's settings of Shakespeare and Dryden. In “Full Fathom Five” from The Tempest it was ear-catching to hear such activity on the word “nothing” until the line continued, “Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change”. Hamilton's rendition of the all too easily overdone Dido's Lament (Aeneas having set sail) was as tasteful as it was moving.
Robert McFall confessed lasting curiosity about the reaction of Aeneas' maritime forces to Dido's fate. Examination of Brecht and Weill's “Was die Herren Matrosen sagen” (What The Sailors Say), from Happy End confirmed a suspicion that they probably didn't “give a damn”. In wonderfully clear German, Hamilton continued the mood of fecklessly profane fatalism so vivaciously initiated in Weill's dominant pedal introduction. Modestly unclaimed in the programme, this was a fine arrangement by McFall, its string quintet palette somehow retaining the energy of the original stage band.