Frank Corcoran

Irish Composer

MY COMPOSER – PORTRAIT FOR CONCERTZENDER HOLLAND 2016

Subject: Composer Portrait for Concertzender . FRANK CORCORAN

“It’s a long way to Tipperary ” goes the old song. And it is a long way from Tipperary in southern Ireland where I was born to ( at that time still West ) Berlin where 1980 – 1981 I spent a year as an invited guest of the Berliner Kuenstlerprogramm.

I had had my First Symphony premiered in Vienna in 1980, a work for wind alone. No strings. No percussion.

I began my Second Symphony for Large Orchestra.What was the motor-idea for this large work ; how bend time ? What form or shape ? music cannot exist for me without form. As a young composer I wanted to shape and control my vast colour forces . I had the idea of two contrasting movements , the first ( “Soli” )

concentrating on the individual solo lines of , eg. the trombones, the gongs and deep percussion of the opening, the solo double basses and celli and higher strings,

my music not synchronized metrically – as a contrast then to the second movement , ” Tutti ” , which would use the same material but barred as ” normal”, synchronized music. So two twin movements ; the first a vast movement of smeared chorales and instrumental masses, but with no clearly heard lines and the second then as more “normal” as the lines scurry and hurry towards their end. The opening of this first movement of my Second Symphony does in fact achieve a hieratic ” chaos versus order ” quality, a shifting carpet of kinetic art . : Mahler famously said that a symphony must become itself “a world”, a different world from our everyday world. Here you hear the first movement, “Soli”, my symphonic world which I composed in 1981 in West Berlin.

( Could I re-create this work like that today ? No, impossible ! )

MUSIC 1. Frank Corcoran 2. Symphony. Mov. 1. All. ( RTESO Dublin . Conductor: Colman Pearce . Marco Polo 8.225107 )

11.30′

1983 I moved to Hamburg to teach composition at the Musikhochschule there . ( Can you in fact teach musical composition ? No ! )

Twelve years later the city-state of Hamburg was celebrating 50th. years since the Liberation of Auschwitz. But how do you ” celebrate” horror ? The Hamburg party-less Minister of Culture at that time , the literary expert Christine Weiss, asked me to compose something to commemorate

the suffering of its Jewish citizens. I protested : ” No ! I am neither German nor Jewish but Irish !” But still I persisted…. )

I decided to use an orchestra of only percussion instruments. How can a snare-drum, gongs and tamtam, paint the awful barracks and its abject prisoners being awakened to another awful day of violence and death ? Can we at all,

after the Shoah, compose music ? How can eg. points of triangle suggest points of human suffering ? And so on.

My TRAUERFELDER, in my native Irish language GOIRT AN BHROIN , in English FIELDS OF SORROW, has five chapters of human suffering from the Book of Pain.

In the first of my five, short TRAUERFELDER bells and vibraphone hammer out the dreadful message of inhuman violence, mistreatment, death ; then the timpani usher in the unspeakable.

MUSIC 2. Frank Corcoran. TRAUERFELDER Mov. 1. ca. 2.50′. CD Composers Art Label FRANK CORCORAN

( ISRC DE – L29 – 04 – 01430 )

Four years after the percussion piece, TRAUERFELDER ,and still in Hamburg, with the giant computers of West German Radio’s

Electronic Studios in Cologne I composed a large piece using my Irish Tipperary childhood memories and my love of mythic Early Ireland . It was my third electronic composition for WDR after the 1995 “JOYCEPEAK MUSIK” which won the Studio Akustische Kunst Prize and the vast ” SWEENEY’S VISION ” which won the 1999 First Prize at Bourges Festival.

I dreamed, composed, imagined, I painted my canvas , my QUASI UNA MISSA , which then won the 2002 Swedish E.M.S. prize for electronic music. ( – I had never wanted to

distinguishc reative work with symphonic or chamber or vocal and choral forces as in any deep way different from my composing with the computer . Computer music, too , if it is not to remain mere technological fetish , is, or has to be music…. )

QUASI UNA MISSA is my celebration of over 2000 years of God-statements on the island of Ireland, its religiosity and its drive towards the mystical. Its 4 movements refer loosely to the movements of the Latin Mass. It is , of course, also a salute to Western vocal polyphony with its use of only language, the fragments of Irish, English, Latin, Greek religious utterances ranging from Aimhirgin ( the Celtic god of mystical poetry ) through Joyce and Beckett and Bishop Berkeley and medieval Irish poets etc.

The fourth, final movement sums it all up, Irish joy and sorrow, extratemporal ” nunc stans” of religious ecstasy,lullaby and dance and the keening women of the Aran Islands, Irish lilting or ” port-a-bheil”. – Quasi an ” Irish Circus” , My Quasi Una Missa.

MUSIC 3. QUASI UNA MISSA. Mov. 4. 5.43. ( CD WWE.1CD. 20214. MAD SWEENEY’S SHADOW )

In my series of “Quasi” works of the nineties, Quasi Un Canto, Quasi Un Lamento, Quasi Una Missa and so on – the “quasi” in my titles betrays my being only too conscious of the fact that a composer nowadays is no longer innocent and knows too much of world-music to be able to remain neutral in the face of all the new styles and fads and fashions and inventions of 20th. century music, none is stranger than my QUASI UNA FUGA for string orchestra from the year 2007.

Is this a neo-baroque fugue ? – Good God, no ! This last century has heard enough of bad neo-Bachian works and post-Hindemithian counterpoint to last us for ever ….

And yet my one movement QUASI UNA FUGA is my salute to counterpoint. It has a theme, the opening ascending 12 tones in the celli. It has a “contrasoggetto” in the best manner of the Baroque era.

It ascends . It descends. Its lines intertwine like the painted snakes on a page of the Book of Kells. But it sounds neither like Bach nor Bartok . Its Corcoran “sound” dares not imitate that of Ligeti ( who had been a colleague of mine in Hamburg ) nor Lutoslawski – to mention two giants of contemporary composition for string orchestra.

Near the end my monument to counterpoint begins to morph into the high, ethereal tones of an Early Celtic chant, ” Ibunt sancti ” which tradition attributes to Saint Brendan and his 12 monks crossing the wild waters of the North Atlantic around the year 550 A.D. and , legend has it, breakfasting on the back of an ( unbaptized ) whale.

The Irish Chamber Orchestra under Anthony Marwood premiered QUASI UNA FUGA in Limerick Cathedral at the 2007 Shannon Festival . In Limerick, or the early Norse version ” Ilimreck ” , the mighty river Shannon of my Tipperary childhood flows into the Atlantic ocean. I felt my life had come a full circle. Quasi.

MUSIC 4. QUASI UNA FUGA . 12.27 ( Irish Radio recording 2007 of Irish Chamber Orchestra / Anthony Marwood )

For the contemporary composer is it still possible to use traditional orchestral forms ? Certainly – but only as ” quasi” , self-consciously …. no cheap imitation or ideological dogma. Form, yes, in the age-old sense that I as a composer must bend and form and forge time in music;

my art demands a strong relationship between the parts of a piece with each other and with the musical whole. I ” com-pose” .

We this year premiered the new Cello Concerto in Dublin. It could not have been written without its predecessor, the Violin Concerto of 2012. My friend, the violinist virtuoso Alan Smale, in discussing the Violin Concerto’s gestation gave to me – a non-violinist – the following advice:

“Sing ! The soloist must sing !” I composed the Concerto for a slightly reduced orchestra in 3 movements – no tuba, yes, harp, light percussion.

The second movement is a slow song. My violin sings and weeps and sobs in its solo flight. Melody in the twenty first century ? Yes. Three times comes this slow , sad song, each time subtly varied . Architecture in music ? Yes ! Its line, of course, echoes all the violin concerti of the past and all the violin lines of the Paganinis and the Brahmses and Beethovens of the past , yet without succumbing to neo-tonal or cheap imitation. The orchestral shouts praise and negate and question.

The third verse of my song then dissolves into last fragments of the solo cadenza.

MUSIC 5. Frank Corcoran VIOLIN CONCERTO Mov. 2. 5.40 . ( I N S O / Colman Pearce. Lyric recording 2012 )

I have composed in almost all musical genres – the near completion in 1987 of the opera ” Gilgamesh ” was interrupted for ever by the violent death of my son in Hamburg – orchestral and vocal and electronic and chamber . A very intense childhood memory is of a traditional Irish ballad-singer trumpeting out his 19th. c. ballads on the main street of my Tipperary village of a farmers fair-day – he had an enormous voice.

Choral music has always interested me, the human voice, the body of articulated sounds of human bodies. My EIGHT HAIKUS for large choir won the 2013 First Prize of the International federation for Choir Music.

A few years before that, a tiny Haiku-like miniature poem in Irish by the poet , Gabriel Rosenstock, drove me to compose the NINE ASPECTS OF AN IRISH POEM. Its 12 syllables and 13 consonants became the building blocks of my nine choral chapters. Its ” A” and “As” and ” tob” and so on become my Urmaterial.

“As tobar duigh speire / Lionann crainn / A ngoib…. ”

“From the inkwell of the sky / Trees fill / Their beaks. ”

DUTCH VERSION HERE….

Before and between these choral chapters a solo violin sounds. It bows and plucks and gradually becomes part of the choral music – was this the ( unconscious ) beginning of the Violin Concerto which was born several years later ? Perhaps….

MUSIC 6. NINE ASPECTS OF AN IRISH POEM for Solo Violin and Large Choir ( Lyric recording 2004 ) 11.39

APPARENTLY I WILL DIE

APPARENTLY I WILL DIE, FRANK CORCORAN

Yes, I always loved my ” Liber Usualis ” , its lumpy weight , full of black
neums.
Apparently I willdie, – not only Seamus Heaney and David Frost
have just had that privilege.

So who´ll see this aurora turn to dawn then ? Will it turn to dawn?

Where will my universe of felt feelings and drunk drinks and
suffered tones and negative feelings and pettinesses and ecstasy and
ecstasies and big take-offs and small ( – the Phrank Cork Universe, we´ll
call it ), my mortal sensorium , all my reeling films and thrusts towards love, towards truth,
“truth” and “love” be gone to?

We´re back to “Cogito ergo cogitans sum” , a grand tautology , my black boot-straps heaving to pull me up
further; now stilled for ever after my passing,
stopping,full stop.
How on
earth will this earth get on at all ?

To be continued.

Watch your cork.

Caoin tú féin ; but only just enough .

Beware processions, Seamus. Get back, ye millions !

Start the Big YELL at the beginning of my electronic piece, ” TRADURRE / TRADIRE ” !

Deep brass and tearing timps of my Second Symphony ( recently re-heard in Blankenese, Hamburg ).

Work well worked.

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SNOW PREFERS TO DRIFT HORIZONTALLY IN FEBRUARY IN HAMBURG

Let’s get this slapped down fast on Humble Hamburg Musings . I writhe it out in a verse:

FESTSCHRIFT FRANK CORCORAN – OLD AND NEW – SEAN AGUS NUA . An Irish Composer Invents Himself

( edit. Hans-Dieter Gruenefeld ) ISBN 987-3-00-05153-1

was published in 2014 for my seventieth birthday. It appears that the Music Librarians of T.C.D., U.C.D., Q.U.B.,

D.C.U., Univ. College Cork, Galway , etc. have not yet got copies of this.

What does this all say about Churchill and the Irish ? Postcolonialism? Music at the Bottom of the Heap? The

Philosophy of Hopelessness ? Foam At The Mouth as THE Motor of Art ?

AMONG MY SOUVENIRS

I was just about to fling it away on the rubbish-heap of history, my CEOL – A Journal Of Irish Music, of April 1983, published in Dublin by the
Department of Education.

Then on the back-cover something caught my eye among the advertised publications of ” AN GUM”, that Department’s publishing house:

” DAN AIMHIRGIN – Seandan Gaelach le leaganacha Nua Ghaeilge, Ghearmainis agus Bearla .
Ceol le Frank Corcoran .
Praghas 80 Pingneacha . ”

” AIMHIRGIN’s SONG – Ancient Irish poem with versions in Modern Irish, German and English.
The music by Frank Corcoran.
Price : 80 Pence. ”

( My keyboard hasn’t got the necessary ” fada”s for the Irish . The Old Gaelic script, close to that of the Book of Kells. )

My hand faltered. Shivered. So my old Dept. of Education had had the gall to publish my choral Opus 1 ? Which the Goethe Institut had commissioned in the early seventies… – With such friends, who needed enemies, I thought. So much for ” publishing”; and for publishing in Irish in Ireland. “An GUM” was hardly the
most exciting or imaginative propagator of my tender score in my depressed Ireland of my seventies in my Dublin.
And yet. I was, I think, the first composer to set this pre-Christian, polytheistic text, the self-definition of the Celtic god of poetry , Aimhirgin.
With my vast, in-a-beehive mutterings of the score’s sixteen sopranoes and sixteen altos singing very softly ” Am gaoth i muir ” ( ” I am the wind on the
sea” ) before the high tenors trumpet it, I had, well, achieved high, choral ecstasy.
I’ll keep that old back-cover from April 1983

Fight that black sea of oblivion.

Hurrah for choral ecstasy.

MORE APPLE-CRUMBLE. HIGHER MOUSE-DROPPINGS .

Another year,

another train-ride up from Orvieto to Mestre.

Perhaps it is the colours the eye wants

. Or the swoosh and whoosh and gear-changing boats’ clutches that clutch my ear.

Not so much the usual Jesuit confessor’s cry : ” since September 2015, my son, how many times ? Tones ?

Musical works I have just crafted included the Piano Trio ( with viola ) of last winter 2016, in Hamburg,then the

gestating Clarinet Concerto,

my delightful 8 Duetti Irlandesi for Piano and Cello

which had, face it, haunted me for a long time ,

also the cello solo piece, ” Rhapsodietta Joyceana ” .

The Arena RTE Interview convinces.

The autumn 2016 RTE programme, ” New Cross-currents ” , also.

Venice next Sunday should bring be colours and time to situate myself a little. Walk. Dawdle. Sounds and sky.

Certainly form matters, the opening strings

‘ rhythmicized chord before the soloist lifts off / in the new Clarinet Concerto for new York 2019 .

A dreamed fragment or a motivic phrase.

I am not to blame for the

musical world’s GREAT mess. No.

So after my death in Venice, release this :

Life was harsh. Hands up those for whom it was not? More help, any help, would have been a great help; a little bitty praise, un poco ” notice” was a sin .

It would have been easy before my death to perform the ( very good ) TENORLIEDER, my massive , choral EIGHT HAIKUS ,

“stunning ” was the I FC M’s International Jury’s word in awarding me their 2013 Premier Prix. m
It would.

It wasnìt to be at all, either snobs or yobs were blocking, blatant incompetence and ignorance . The worst, indifference.

We are bet in the Irish national schools and in the university music-departments and somewhere in between. Bhi an

ceart ag an bPiarsach, ‘ swounds !

So the self and its shadows nimbly snake on , continue to block or embrace or question or accompany each other .

Till death us do part.

Musical death, no doubt, before that, the death of desire and passion to continue the noble slog, the composer as

coal-miner.

Twas nobler in the mind. Release this jumble, certainly. Much good.
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SOME FRANK CORCORAN MUSIC BROADCASTS ON NDR – KULTUR 2014 -2015

FRANK CORCORAN IRISH COMPOSER “PRISMA ” NDR KULTUR PROGRAMMES

in 2014 und 2015:

25.01.2014 I 20:00 – 22:00 Uhr
Kleine Schule des musikalischen Hörens
Frank Corcoran hört das Violinkonzert von Johannes Brahms

21.06.2014 I 20:00 – 22:00 Uhr
Kleine Schule des musikalischen Hörens:
Frank Corcoran hört „Till Eulenspiegels lustige Streiche“ von Richard Strauss

20.09.2014 I 20:00 – 22:00 Uhr
Kleine Schule des musikalischen Hörens:
Frank Corcoran hört die 9. Sinfonie von Antonín Dvoøák

01.11.2014 I 20:00 – 22:00 Uhr
Schuberts „Winterreise”
Eine Sendung von Frank Corcoran und Gerhard Müller

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04.04.2015 I 20:00 – 22:00 Uhr
Kleine Schule des musikalischen Hörens
Frank Corcoran hört Mozarts Jupiter-Sinfonie

THE AGE – OLD CRY ; ” REMEMBER ME ! “

“Remember me ! ” that age/old cry, piteous, imperious, born out of terror , oblivion being our threat….

Remember me in tones, bronze, the name of a lousy street, a tomb as a clarinet concerto, what else ?

Motor of art, with death a motor of religion, that which binds us.

I chisel it in , write it on water, in the sky,

all orchestral trumpets blazing.

Change the nib.

Begin a new composition.

Oblivion will lap. Of course it will. Stoics

and Epicureans and our Buddha and all the Celtic saints of the Burren and great or indeed bad, indifferent workers in

all the arts yell quietly those four syllables. ” R ” and ” M ” and ” B ” , enclosing just two vowels…. Not bad.

SING THE WORD ONLY.

Yes.

Today is even more Keatsian, 25 degrees, kindly heat, kindly, nearly serene the lot, my lot. Post Venice colours,

water/colours and / sounds,

lagoon lyrics to be explored. Began my 4. String Quartet, dreamed last night….

This:

The day was snowing / This temple farted white birds / How long till my death ?

Three long years have passed / An Morfhile mailed me lines / Long melted the snow….

What colour these gulls / Swerving between the snow-flakes ? / My cold eyes see all

My Tipperary / cold as wintry Japan / Blue knuckles singing

Cool saki is best / Great hate, little room. Japan / my frozen mind now.

I love kimonos / Lovely prattering creatures / More wood on the fire

Tonight I roasted Pangar / Ban, my cold love , from hunger / Curse, weep for Issa

MUSIC KLASSIK January 2018 – Critic : Hans-Dieter Gruenefeld

Ex patria lebend hat der irische Komponist Frank Corcoran eine ebenso kritisch-distanzierte wie kulturell-bewusste Affinitaet zu seiner Heimat.
Deshalb evozieren seine DUETTI IRLANDESI zwar in monophoner Cello-Stimme traditionelle Chants, denen Martin Johnson mit Respekt und Einfuehlung vokale Qualitaeten gibt, aber Pianist Fergal Caulfield fuegt die Sarabande-Rhythmen und schoene Klangdekors hinzu.

Ganz anders ist das RHAPSODIC BOWING fuer 8 Celli, indem es eine Oper im Oktett inszeniert, die Rollen durch diverse Spieltechniken charakterisierend.

Der Prosa-Aesthetik ist die RHAPSODIETTA JOYCEANA fuer Solocello zugewandt, wobei Johnson die Motivzellen und Syntaxeigenschaften ueber diverse Spieltechniken verbindet.

Eine schwierigere Aufgabe hat er beim CELLO CONCERTO, denn dieses opus magnum fordert Intuition und Kraft des Solisten. Johnson gelingt es, seine Vokalise durch alle Register des episch-lyrischen Parts vor gravitaetischen Brass-fanfaren und Perkussion souveraen zu gestalten, sich auf den knurrig-geschmeidigen Canto einzulassen, der metallischen Attacken der Violenza Selvaggia abzuwaehren und en bravura die episodisch angeordnete Conclusio zu
bestehen .
Ein grandioses Serk dieses Genres.

Hans-Dieter Gruenefeld