May 20, 2021

(+++) MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS

1996: A Biography—Reliving the Legend-Packed, Dynasty-Stacked, Most Iconic Sports Year Ever. By Jon Finkel. Diversion Books. $17.99.

     Never, ever, ever come between sports fans and their trivia. And never, ever, ever describe as “trivia” such enormously important matters as the time “when Iverson, Kobe, The Rock and Stone Cold, the MLS and the WNBA all debuted.”

     Such momentous matters are but a small portion of the enormously important and earthshakingly significant year of 1996, “when Mike Tyson and Magic Johnson made their comebacks; when MTV’s Rock n’ Jock, Michael Jordan’s Space Jam, and ESPN’s Dan Patrick and Stuart Scott were the bomb; when the Fun ‘n’ Gun offense changed college football; when Ken Griffey Jr. ran for president; when Brett Favre marched to his first Super Bowl, and Jerry Maguire had everyone saying ‘show me the money.’”

     If the overwhelming significance of these and many similar matters escapes you; if (heaven forbid!) you do not remember every single one of these matters and many, many other, similar references; if you do not accept unquestioningly the instant relevance to your life of all these people you never met or interacted with, all these events with which you were wholly uninvolved except as a distant observer; then you are emphatically not in the audience that Jon Finkel seeks in 1996: A Biography.

     Finkel approaches sports, trivia, and especially sports trivia with a level of fawning adulation that will make like-minded readers believe the author is just like them and just as immersed as they are in every note and nuance of the names and nuggets of events of a quarter-century ago that most people forgot, oh, about a quarter-century ago. The intensity of Finkel’s involvement with this material and the extensiveness of his research are impressive and will convey an appropriate mixture of nostalgia and assertion of meaningfulness again and again throughout the book. “Antoine Walker, Kentucky’s Swiss Army Knife of a sophomore, was even being compared to NBA All-Stars with his ability to pass and play down low.” “Phil Jackson also played his bench heavily, logging twenty-two minutes for [Steve] Kerr, twenty-one for Randy Brown, and nineteen for Jud Buechler.” “To borrow an album title from Green Day (the perfect mid-’90s band), picks seven through twelve of the1996 NBA Draft were ‘Dookie’ for NBA executives.” “Believing that her team needed her to land a second vault to win the gold, [Kerri] Strug blocked out the pain, went to the top of the runway, raised her hands, took a deep breath, exhaled ever so slightly, and took off sprinting for the beam.…You remember the landing.”

     If you don’t remember the landing, don’t remember “the perfect mid-’90s band,” don’t remember the ins and outs and ups and downs of “Jordan, Shaq, Tiger, Jeter, Deion, the Cowboys, the Yankees, the Bulls, Kentucky, Florida, the Williams sisters, Happy Gilmore, the Atlanta Olympics’ Magnificent Seven” and a great deal more, this is not the book for you – although if you happen to remember some of these people, things and events, Finkel will be there to guide you breathlessly through the rest of them with all the enthusiasm of a “color” commentator on a live broadcast (except that no event in this book has been “live” for a quarter of a century). 1996: A Biography is harmless fun that will be terminally silly for anyone who is not thoroughly versed and immersed in the sports world and of “a certain age” that results in an intense desire for 25-year-ago memories of obscure facts, people and occurrences. But of course the book is not for anyone who would find it or its topics unmemorable; no such person will have the slightest interest in it. There have been many, many books identifying this year or that as “iconic” or “the greatest ever” where sports is concerned – or where other popular culture is concerned. The audience for each such book is strictly self-identifying and strictly self-limiting. If you are among the cognoscenti in terms of this specific year and this specific material, then 1996: A Biography will hit your emotional bullseye. If not, it is easy enough to find some other book on some other pop-culture topic about some other crucially significant, “iconic” year or time period to which your individual life experiences do resonate, and to find that book as enjoyable as the target audience of 1996: A Biography will find this one to be.

(+++) AS PERSONAL AS POSSIBLE

Carson Cooman: Organ Music, Volume 14. Erik Simmons, organ. Divine Art. $17.99.

Music from SEAMUS, Volume 30. New Focus Recordings. $16.99.

Curtis J. Stewart: Music for Violin, Vocals, and Electronics. Curtis J. Stewart, violin. Bright Shiny Things. $17.99.

     To get a sense of just how prolific a composer Carson Cooman is, consider that the latest Athene release of his organ music – scarcely the only type he writes – is the 14th in a series. Erik Simmons is methodically working his way through a great deal of Cooman’s organ oeuvre, focusing in this case on sacred and secular works dating to the last decade. Although organ music is itself something of a niche preference, it clearly resonates, both literally and metaphorically, for Cooman (born 1982), who has a fine sense of the organ’s capabilities and a clear comprehension of the many styles that can be used for organ works. Cooman’s poise and classically inflected style show here in Fantasia canonica (2019) and Two from the British Isles (2013), the stately Prelude on “Kingsfold” and animated Postlude on “Hyfrydol.” Impressionism comes to the fore in Three Autumn Sketches after a Watercolor by Maria Willscher (2017), the first quiet and moody, the second more dissonant and featuring clever use of the instrument’s sonic capabilities, and the third chordal and crepuscular. Simmons fully explores the tonal and emotional colors of these pieces and, indeed, all the works on this disc, next offering the strongly emphatic A St. Patrick Silhouette (2020), then the equally strongly accented St. Michael Antiphonies (2015). After this come two entirely secular works from 2020, Desert Marigold (featuring delicate tone-painting) and Preludio del ricordo (whose boldness makes for an effective contrast). The disc concludes with a return to the classical poise of Fantasia canonica by presenting Suite circulaire (2018) – a well-built Praeludium, contemplative Ricercare, and suitably virtuosic final Toccata. Cooman moves without apparent effort between tonality and considerable dissonance, between comparatively strict adherence to old forms and fantasia-like development of newer ones. The organ used for this recording – a 2014 instrument at a church in Billerbeck, Germany – fits the music particularly well, and Simmons’ comfort with and advocacy of the material comes through consistently. Fourteen discs (so far) of contemporary organ music are, by any measure, a very considerable library – and testimony both to Cooman’s skill in creating the material and Simmons’ in performing it.

     The ultra-modern offerings of the Society for Electro-Acoustic Music in the United States have been offered as recordings for even longer than has Cooman’s organ music – and SEAMUS’ composers and compositions remain as divisive and polarizing as ever. The 30th volume of these pieces, issued by New Focus Recordings, includes nine works created between 2018 and 2021, and their provenance, sound and intentions are about as far as can be imagined from those of Cooman’s organ music of the same time frame. It is fair to suggest that only listeners who are very, very well-versed in the electro-acoustic world will be able to distinguish among these composers and these works based on the titles and/or sounds. Christopher Biggs’ Monstress (2019) for piano and electronics is based on comic books. Elizabeth Hoffman’s clouds pattern (2021) explores computerized acoustic production and modification. Joo Won Park’s Func Step Mode (2019) is an extended, aurally painful set of feedback rhythms and dripping-water perceptions. Julie Herndon’s A Long Postlude (2018) combines text about Alexander Graham Bell with Mormon prophecies, all mixed with considerable vocal processing. Mei-ling Lee’s Giant Dipper (2019) melds roller-coaster sounds and the voice of an eight-year-old girl in such a way as to complicate, through electronics, a forthrightly joyful experience of youth. Jiayue Cecilia Wu’s For Tashi (2019) attempts to explore coping with miscarriage through a combination of outdoor sounds, human voices and pure electronics, with everything modified and intermingled. Kelley Sheehan’s Talk Circus (2018) uses two percussionists as the basis for electronics that are drawn directly from the percussion instruments through the use of contact microphones. Heather Stebbins’ things that follow (2018), also for percussion and electronics, mixes sounds in ways that begin with intensity and end with greater lightness, if not levity. And Lyn Goeringer’s waterside (2020) proffers comparative calm through ebbing and flowing liquid-like sounds. All these works are determinedly intellectual exercises, even though some – notably Wu’s – flow from highly emotional circumstances. For all the near-infinite variety of available electronic sounds and electronic modifications of acoustic ones, the pieces have a sameness about them that makes it very difficult, except perhaps for the cognoscenti, to hear the relationships between the works’ titles and intents, on the one hand, and their sonic world, on the other. This is not music that reaches out beyond a core group already committed to its standards and practices: the techniques of specific pieces differ considerably, but their overall effect does so to only a small degree.

     A new Bright Shiny Things release featuring Curtis J. Stewart is also an extremely personal and personalized experience – one that will communicate effectively only to listeners who find themselves very much in tune (so to speak) with Stewart’s motivations and forms of expression. Stewart, an African-American classical violinist of considerable skill, here tries to incorporate his skin color, and its implications, into a musically derived narrative involving everything from traditional classical compositions to jazz to reggae to the experiential nature of being a caretaker for his mother. This is a lot to ask of music, any type of music, and the extremely self-referential nature of Stewart’s personal narrative practically guarantees that the disc will be unable to connect with listeners in more than a general way: only someone with Stewart’s particular set of experiences and concerns will fully resonate to the material, which basically means the CD is for Stewart himself and only incidentally for anyone else. There is nothing wrong with this: Bach wrote his Goldberg Variations for a single individual, Mozart his Magic Flute largely for his fellow Masons. But certainly these pieces and many others reach out and connect with far, far more people than they were originally intended to touch. Stewart’s approach here, however, is not to compose meaningful music that may or may not connect with others, but to alter and reinterpret existing music in highly personal ways – on the basis that the interpretations/reinterpretations will themselves reach out effectively. This is all very earnest, very determined, and on a strictly musical basis is very unconvincing. But the music here is more a means to an end than the end in itself. For example, a track labeled Beethoven 2020, very loosely connected to the “Les Adieux” sonata, has piano in the background while, in the foreground, Stewart talks and talks about healthcare concerns and complexities – ending with the line, “I really have no f***ing clue what I’m doing.” The narrative relates vaguely to departures, hence (presumably) the choice of musical snippets, but the music is not what matters here. When Stewart plays the violin rather than narrating and playing piano, his musicality and communicative ability come through far more effectively, as in Improvisation on Paganini Caprice #11 – in which, however, the inclusions of electronic sounds and modifications via digital workstation come across as distractions from the music rather than additions to or expansions of it. The underlying musical material here is by no means entirely classical: Stewart incorporates material from Coleridge-Taylor Perkinson, Charlie Parker, John Coltrane, Stevie Wonder and others in addition to works (or bits of works) by Bach and Ysaÿe. The journey on this disc is only incidentally a musical one; the CD is in a sense nonmusical, in another sense meta-musical. As an expression of Stewart’s own thoughts, feelings, concerns and worries, the CD is an impressive achievement in reaching out for meaning through music and other methods. But as an attempt to connect with other people – if that is even a factor here – the disc is just too self-centered and self-involved to be the sort of emotional touchstone that Stewart apparently wants it to be.

May 13, 2021

(+++) MINUSCULE MYSTERIES

Bark Park 1. By Brandi Dougherty. Illustrated by Paige Pooler. Andrews McMeel. $6.99.

Bark Park 2: Scouting for Clues. By Brandi Dougherty. Illustrated by Paige Pooler. Andrews McMeel. $6.99.

Escape from a Video Game 2: Mystery on the Starship Crusader. By Dustin Brady. Illustrations by Jesse Brady. Andrews McMeel. $11.99.

     Make-believe puppies just don’t get much cuter than Scout, as drawn by Paige Pooler for the Bark Park books by Brandi Dougherty. A little brown pup with absolutely perfectly placed touches of white (four identical white paws, a tail that is precisely white-tipped, a white stripe exactly bisecting her head and highlighting her super-wide eyes, and so forth), Scout interacts playfully and adorably with other dogs that romp off-leash at a dog park where the smallest of small surprises lurk. These “mysteries” are about as minor as they can possibly be, but for the very youngest dog-loving children who are just getting into reading on their own, they make for some brief, entertaining stories. There are three very short chapters in each very short Bark Park book: the entire emphasis here is on making everything easy to read, easy to absorb, and easy to figure out. To vary the animal interactions a bit, Dougherty includes a friendly crow and adorable squirrel who become peripherally involved in the mild action. Thus, in the first book, when the ball belonging to one of Scout’s friends turns up deflated, Scout discovers that Abigail the crow accidentally punctured it while picking up a shiny piece of foil that had become stuck to the ball. And in the second book, when Scout’s blueberries – her favorite snack – disappear, Tippy the squirrel comes under suspicion (although Abigail turns out to be the culprit this time, too). Humans are incidental, to the point of irrelevance, in this dogs-talking-to-each-other series, but people do appear occasionally so they can move the plot along just a bit, as in a second-book story in which Lulu, a new arrival at the park, shows up leashed and gets into trouble (just a little of it, in keeping with these books’ mildness) after the other dogs help her out of the harness. The stories in Bark Park are so thin that the illustrations are especially important, contributing even more than pictures usually do in books for the youngest readers. The dogs have minimally individualized personalities, but the illustrations enliven everything, as in the first book’s very funny portrayal of the attempt of a dog named Bones to help the Great Dane, Rocky, out of a plastic veterinary collar. Adults looking to give new readers some super-easy-to-read books of cute mysteries – cuter than they are mysterious – will find the Bark Park series arf-fully adorable.

     For somewhat older readers, the pictures can be fun in the Escape from a Video Game series, but they are scarcely the main point. Yes, the two-page spread of a starship-trooper type pointing a weapon at a lab-coat-wearing, bipedal lizard with hair and also at a large, anthropomorphic, clearly nervous wombat is a great deal of fun. But the actual point of this second series entry is – well, the story does not actually have a point, and that’s the point. Mystery on the Starship Crusader, like its predecessor, The Secret of Phantom Island, is a pick-your-path book, in which readers go through a page of text, come to a multiple-choice option at the bottom, turn to the page they select, and immediately – well, it depends. Advance? Go back? Move sideways? Die (“lose a life” in gamespeak)? Like the first book in this video-game-derived series, Mystery on the Starship Crusader presents those possibilities and more. It also lets readers, on some pages, unlock achievements with such unhelpful names as “Aahooga” and “Robot Pretzel.” And this book also retains the first one’s slightly snarky sense of humor about the whole process, as on a page asking “Who’s the traitor?” and giving options that include “yourself” and “the game itself.” Among the characters here are Wumbo, Murp, and Doctor Iz – he (or it) being the character assumed by the reader. Each character is transformed from a real-life person, and all the characters are being manipulated by a rich guy named James Desmond Pemberton, who is using technology bought on the Internet after being purloined from a now-shut-down company called Bionosoft – this is the tech that results in people being pulled into the video game from the real world. Of course, none of this makes a lick of sense, but hey, there’s also a million dollars involved: Pemberton is rich, remember, as well as being a “guy [who] wiggles his eyebrows to build suspense” and takes pains to ask the trapped-in-game characters, “Aren’t mystery stories great?” Well, this mystery story isn’t particularly great, or even particularly mysterious, but like the first book in the series, it does a pretty good job (if not a particularly good one) of bringing the video-game experience into book form, more or less. Well, actually less – no video, no motion, no interactivity, no weird creatures morphing into other weird creatures through pixel magic – but for kids who like video games, this series retains enough of the milder sort of gaming experience to be enjoyable. Especially when the pictures show what it looks like when a “hacker apple with wires for arms” types on a keyboard.

(++++) THE HISTORICAL AND THE PERSONAL

Johann Jakob Froberger: Suites for Harpsichord, Volume 2. Gilbert Rowland, harpsichord. Athene. $25.99 (2 CDs).

Bach: Harpsichord Works in A minor, D minor and C minor. Rinaldo Alessandrini, harpsichord. Naïve. $16.99.

Dance Music for Piano from the United States, Argentina, Spain, France, Hungary and Russia. Lisa de la Salle, piano. Naïve. $16.99.

     There is a tendency among some people to think of older music, specifically Baroque music, as elegant, refined, and essentially impersonal, a set of exercises in form rather than emotional expressiveness. Listeners who have heard the works of Johann Jakob Froberger (1616-1667), however, know how far this is from the truth. Froberger, one the earliest developers of the dance suite and one of the most-skillful creators of this movement sequence, composed highly distinctive forms of movements that again and again had the same designation, including Allemande, Courante, Gigue, Sarabande and others. He also created program music – indeed, music whose programs were so precise that Froberger often wrote them out, sometimes in very considerable detail, on the same pages as the musical notation. The second volume of Gilbert Rowland’s very well-played selections from Froberger’s suites, now available as a two-CD set on the Athene label, is an exceptional introduction to the composer or, for those who know his music already, a delightful expansion of their knowledge, since it is unlikely that many listeners will already be familiar with all 12 of these suites. The very first one offered here (in D, FbWV 620) opens with a descriptive and very personal movement bearing the title Méditation sur ma mort future, and although it is no more lugubrious than other movements in these suites, the mere existence of the title engages listeners in thinking about the topic that Froberger raised 400 years ago – and perhaps even about their own mortality. The rest of this four-movement suite consists of a Gigue, Courante and Sarabande, and all the other suites here – one in three movements, one in five, the remainder in four – are simply sequences of these and other dance movements. But “simply” is the wrong word, because Froberger’s rhythmic irregularities and unusual handling of Baroque dance forms give the music a level of complexity that Rowland explores with considerable skill and careful attention to period style and Froberger’s particular sense of it. Froberger was quite prolific and quite protective of his music, allowing only two pieces to be published in his lifetime and having friends and noble patrons keep and control the rest. And he apparently really did have a sense of ma mort future, since he is known to have made funeral arrangements for himself the day before he died. He is an unusual and highly creative composer, and was known as a keyboard virtuoso – as is clear from the demands of the suites that Rowland plays. Bach understandably thought highly of Froberger’s music, and the similarities and divergences between the two composers’ keyboard works are quite interesting. But hearing Froberger entirely on his own is all that is necessary to admire the quality of his compositions and the extent to which their content belies the notion of Baroque music as emotionally uninvolving.

     It is nevertheless quite intriguing to hear some Bach harpsichord works in juxtaposition with some of Froberger’s, and to contemplate the varied ways in which emotional – one could even say spiritual – connections can be made between composers and among the works of a single musical creator. Rinaldo Alessandrini’s new Bach recording for Naïve is a highly personal exploration of disparate Bach works, presented by Alessandrini as three minor-key sequences – A minor, D minor and C minor – with carefully parallel choices of pieces within each grouping. Each of the three sets starts with a prelude, an invention and a sinfonia: the A minor uses BWV 931,784 and 799; the D minor BWV 940, 775 and 790; the C minor, BWV 934, 773 and 788. Each group then includes two prelude-and-fugue combinations from The Well-Tempered Clavier: respectively, BWV 865 and 889, BWV 851 and 875, and BWV 847 and 871. And then Alessandrini gives each of the three assembled sets of pieces a different type of conclusion, thus distinguishing them by their overall musical arcs as well as by their underlying key signatures. The first grouping ends with the Fantasia and Fugue, BWV 904; the second with the Sonata for Harpsichord, BWV 964; and the third with an intriguing combination of the Fantasia, BWV 906 with the Ricercar, BWV 1079. The result of all this picking and choosing, all this assembling of different works into sequences connected by their underlying keys if not exactly thematically, is a very personal CD in which Alessandrini explores Bach in ways that make considerable sense to him even though nothing here was intended to be heard in these specific mixtures. The disc thus becomes one providing insight into the performer as much as into the music he plays – and, it should be noted, plays with great style and finesse. Alessandrini has clearly thought carefully about the relationships among the works that he has assembled in this form for this recital, and his exploration of the similarities and differences among the pieces – in particular, the similar-yet-different ways that Bach handles the six preludes and fugues – is fascinating throughout. It is interesting that he, like Rowland in the Froberger release, includes some pieces whose provenance is uncertain: several of the Froberger works are attributed to him but not assuredly by him, and the first piece Alessandrini offers (BWV 931) is of doubtful authenticity, although it makes an effective lead-in to the A minor sequence. Alessandrini and Rowland both show just how effective it can be to offer personalized, carefully assembled (the current buzzword is “curated”) Baroque pieces in ways that highlight their emotive elements while keeping historically informed performance practice always in the forefront.

     Lisa de la Salle takes personalization to a different level – not higher, not lower, just different – on a (+++) Naïve CD featuring dance music of various types from six different geographical regions. This is a CD that listeners will find very appealing if they gravitate to the music as strongly as the pianist does, if they do so in much the same way – and if they enjoy the rather arbitrary assembly of the program. Unlike the personalized Alessandrini approach to Bach – which listeners can enjoy if they like Bach’s music, even if they are not accustomed to hearing it in this particular setup – the de la Salle disc requires, for full effect, that listeners like these specific pieces by these specific composers, and enjoy them presented in this specific performer-selected order. The requirement to be strongly in sync with both performer and composers limits the likely audience for this disc, even though it is played stylishly and often with genuine panache. The first four of these13 works are American, beginning with Gershwin’s When Do We Dance? De la Salle also uses that as the overall title of the recital; it may be a bit cynical to say the answer is “never” when it comes to at least some elements of this musical potpourri. The three remaining American pieces are Art Tatum’s Tea for Two (not the delightful Shostakovich variations on the tune), William Bolcom’s Graceful Ghost Rag, and Fats Waller’s Vipers Drag. So we have four pieces from different eras, in different styles, arranged a bit jarringly and played with enthusiasm. De la Salle next goes to Argentina for, perhaps inevitably, Piazzolla’s Libertango, which is followed by Ginastera’s very different Danses Argentines No. 2. Then comes a quick trip to Spain for de Falla’s Danse du feu, and then a rather curious voyage to France for Valses nobles et sentimentales by Ravel (who was actually Basque), followed by Saint-Saëns’ Étude en forme de valse. As if there were not enough contrast between the two French-inflected offerings, de la Salle moves on to Hungary and Bartók’s Danses populaires roumaines, then rounds out the program with three works from Russia. They are Stravinsky’s Tango, Scriabin’s Waltz in A-flat, Op. 38, and Rachmaninoff’s two-piano Polka Italienne as transcribed for solo instrument by Vyacheslav Gryaznov. This is quite a selection of material, most of the pieces clearly unrelated to the ones that precede and follow them, the generalized notion of dance being the only unifying factor – and rather less so than in the suites of composers such as Froberger and Bach. The playing is pleasurable throughout, and it certainly seems as if de la Salle had fun assembling this musical mishmash that wanders all over the globe and through many stylistic periods (the works’ years of creation are roughly 1850-1950). Listeners who are swept up in, and by, de la Salle’s enthusiasm will find the disc a great deal of fun. But it will misfire for people who do not quite see and hear dance in general, or these specific dancelike pieces from these specific composers and nations, in exactly the way that de la Salle sees and hears them.

(+++) OLD VOCALS NEWLY EXPLORED

Kassianí: Hymns. Cappella Romana conducted by Alexander Lingas. Cappella Records. $19.99 (SACD).

Francesco Rasi and contemporaries: Arias. Emiliano Gonzalez Toro, tenor; Louise Pierrard, viola da gamba; Thomas Dunford, theorbo; Flora Papadopoulos, harp. Naïve. $16.99.

     Listeners tend to trace Western vocal music back to the late 16th and early 17th centuries, the time of Claudio Monteverdi and the beginning of opera; or somewhat further back, perhaps to Hildegard von Bingen in the 12th century. But of course the roots of Western music go back considerably earlier: Gregorian chant, although not actually created by Pope Gregory I in the 7th century, has been around since the 9th or 10th. This early music has been explored at considerable length in recent years, and performers have learned historical performance practices that have made it possible to hear and enjoy the exceptional purity and beauty of these very early works. There are other pieces of that vintage, however, that are still very little known outside specific religious celebrations, largely because they were created for the Greek Orthodox rather than Roman church. One foundation of this form of music, which is in Greek rather than Latin, is the work of a 9th-century Byzantine abbess named Kassianí or Kassia, who is a saint in the Orthodox Church (her feast day is September 7). Kassianí wrote a considerable amount of music – about 50 of her hymns survive – and also wrote aphoristic non-liturgical poetry. The excellent and expressive voices of Cappella Romana are ideally suited to introduce the music of Kassianí to a wider audience, which is just what they do in a new recording on the ensemble’s own label. Under the sensitive and knowing direction of Alexander Lingas, the members of Cappella Romana present 10 selections of Kassianí’s music for Christmas, the Lenten Triodion, and Holy Week. Included is her best-known hymn, known in English as “Lord, the woman found in many sins,” which is chanted each year at matins on Holy Wednesday. Like other works on this revelatory SACD, this hymn requires a very wide vocal range as well as sensitivity to the slow and sorrowful mood it evokes. Several of the hymns offered on this disc are world première recordings, and the disc itself is the first in an ambitious series intended to make all of Kassianí’s surviving music available in recorded form. The grace, beauty and stylistic clarity of these works come through in genuinely uplifting fashion in these beautifully balanced performances. The disc is nevertheless one whose appeal is sure to be limited because of the focus of the material, the nature of sacred choral music in our secular age, and the unfamiliar language of the hymns (although English translations are provided in the accompanying booklet). The fact that there is a limited audience for music of such beauty and uplift says far more about modern society than it does about Kassianí and her works. For those willing to open their ears and spirits to this material, the recording will bring a high level of peace and contentment, and a feeling of connection to something beyond everyday experience – exactly as Kassianí surely intended nearly 1,200 years ago.

     It is only in contrast to music such as Kassianí’s that the works by Francesco Rasi (1574-1621) seem comparatively modern. A new Naïve recording that is just as rarefied as Cappella Romana’s, but in a different way, features tenor Emiliano Gonzalez Toro sensitively exploring arias by Rasi and his contemporaries – including a number of works written for Rasi or believed to have been performed by him. The best-known composers represented on the CD are Jacopo Peri, Carlo Gesualdo, and – most familiar by far – Monteverdi, the title role of whose L’Orfeo (1607) was explicitly written for Rasi. For the music on this disc to have its full effect, it helps to understand that Monteverdi wrote L’Orfeo and other works in whole notes (semibreves) and left it to Rasi and other singers to ornament what was essentially a bare outline. Thus, modern performances of Monteverdi’s music and other works of the same time period offer material that was essentially created by two people: the composer and the singer. Understanding this context makes it even more interesting to hear the six works on this disc that Rasi himself actually created and sang (accompanying himself on the lute or harp). Historical understanding and knowledge of performance practice are also helpful when listening to the one Monteverdi aria heard here (Quel sguardo sdegnosetto) as well as the pieces by Giuseppino del Biado, Marco da Gagliano, Giulio Cassini (two arias), Thomas Dunford, Andrea Falconieri (two arias), and Sigismondo d’India. The composers’ names will likely be unfamiliar to most audiences, although several will be known to listeners with a special interest in music of the late 16th and early 17th centuries. Collectively, these composers represent the crème de la crème of creators of florid, elaborately ornamented arias from the early days of opera: they are largely responsible for establishing a tradition that became so closely identified with Italian music that it was not until centuries later that Respighi and others were able to reestablish significant non-vocal music with an Italian accent. The highly idiomatic performances by Toro and his accompanists make this unusual recording a treat for listeners who want to explore the byways of early opera and 400-year-ago compositional and performance styles. The audience for the recording will inevitably be a small one, but those who find the material congenial will greatly enjoy this fascinating journey into secular vocal material of the distant past, just as those interested in the Cappella Romana disc will find themselves transported into the sacred compositions and performances of an even more distant time.