The first night of the Proms was, in this year of Olympic celebrations and the Diamond Jubilee, a tribute to all things English, featuring an impressive range of singers and a (somewhat appropriate) relay team of stellar English conductors.
The programme began with a strange mixture of old and new. First, Edward Gardner took up the baton to conduct the world première of Mark-Anthony Turnage’s Canon Fever, a fanfare composed to celebrate BBC Music Magazine’s 20th anniversary. Written for brass and percussion, it is a discordant, eerie cacophony of sound, punctuated by a repeated whirring phrase that is somehow unsettling. At just under three minutes in length, it seemed to be over before it had begun, and couldn’t have been in stronger contrast to what followed: Edward Elgar’s Cockaigne Overture.
The Cockaigne Overture is the composer’s love letter to the capital. Unashamedly patriotic, it was described by Elgar as “stout and steaky”, but in the hands of the BBC Symphony Orchestra, it became a glamorous portrait of a bygone London. Images of processions, marching bands and the bustle of the city’s flower markets are all conjured up, leading to a glorious royal celebration that is quintessentially Elgar. Sir Roger Norrington clearly adores the piece and conducted with gusto, bringing out London’s distinctive characteristics beautifully. Humour and elegance were present in equal measure, and the soaring strings followed by booming percussion were surely enough to melt even the least patriotic of hearts.
Then came the highlight of the evening: Frederick Delius’ Sea Drift. Conducted by Sir Mark Elder and performed by Bryn Terfel and the BBC Symphony Chorus, the piece is a setting of the beautiful Walt Whitman poem, telling the story of a mockingbird that has lost its mate. Sea Drift takes the audience on a complex journey of emotions, and Terfel is the perfect interpreter of these complexities. He was visibly moved by the stunning words and melodies, and his mighty bass-baritone captured the intensity and drama of the story. He proved, with the line ‘O darkness! O in vain!’, that he is still able to raise the roof, but from this awe-inspiring power, he slid effortlessly into a velvety, lyrical beauty, delivering ‘O I am very sick and sorrowful’ with such sensitivity and tenderness that it was almost impossible to breathe. After the final note had been sung, there were five seconds of contemplative silence before the Proms audience erupted into grateful applause.