Impressionist and actor, Alistair McGowan has a radio drama, documentary and stage play about French composer Erik Satie already under his belt. Now he has brought ‘A Satie Cabaret’ to the Proms, together with pianist Alexandre Tharaud and tenor Jean Delescluse. Cabaret was the right title, as this hour long show mixed the humour and at times vaudevillian songs of Satie with his witty writings and sharp aphorisms, although the darker, more intimate side of Satie’s piano music was here too. Presenting for BBC Radio 3, Petroc Trelawny referred to the curtains being drawn at Cadogan Hall for this lunchtime concert, and this did surprisingly create a more intimate atmosphere for this slightly louche Prom.
Humour and ‘classical’ music is a difficult trick to pull off. So many times it relies on in-jokes and cosy references, so that those in on the joke can chuckle and feel clever, and those unaware of the reference are left excluded. However, here the jokes by and large did not rely on musical knowledge, but came more from Satie’s wonderful sense of the absurd and surreal, brought to life in both his own writings, read by McGowan, and in his songs. One exception to this was the musical lampooning of Beethoven and Chopin in the set of three short piano pieces, Embryons desséchés (Desiccated embryos), which Tharaud played to the full, enlisting Delescluse for the slapstick ‘false’ Beethovenian ending. Otherwise, Satie’s humour was shown to be more subtle and sharp than traditional musical jokes.
McGowan gave a convincing performance as Satie, dressed in the requisite suit and bowler hat, with added beard and moustache. He delivered the various readings, mostly taken from Satie’s Mémoires d’un amnésique, with strong characterisation and excellent comic timing. His readings were occasionally peppered with musical excerpts from Tharaud on the piano, such as when Satie jokes about his daily diary and the moments of musical inspiration (“I am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47…”). Yet McGowan also managed to convey some unease behind the self-deprecating humour, hinting at possible truths behind the damage Satie joked that music had done to him.
Satie introduced the idea of ‘Musique d’ameublement’ (‘furniture music’, or as it was translated here, ‘background music’)... music to be repeated but not necessarily listened to closely. His description of this, here interspersed with an increasingly insistent repetition from Tharaud on the piano, of background music “wherever you go” in place of “real art”, was surprisingly prophetic, and McGowan once again delivered the punch line with great timing.