Hearing
Hungary’s leading folk chanteuse, Márta Sebestyén, on disc is a good
thing. But it is no substitute for the real thing. I own seven or
eight of her discs, (most with Hungary’s premier folk group, Muzsikás), and recommend them all. But none of them quite captures the
unique, commanding, physicality of her unmiked voice in an intimate
gathering. This I learned last February at The Folk Roots of the
Music of Béla Bartók, a lecture-demonstration by Muzsikás at the
New England Conservatory, in Boston. At 4 in the afternoon, in the
company of about forty others, I found myself front row center in a
parquet-floored room with neoclassical moldings and a thirty-five foot
ceiling. Out sauntered the five informally garbed, middle-age
Hungarians, with lead violinist Mihály Sipos on the far left followed
by Dániel Hamar on bass, Péter Éri on viola, and László Porteleki on
second fiddle. On their heels emerged the diminutive Ms. Sebestyén,
who positioned herself in the center of the group, about eight feet in
front of me.
Dániel Harmar, who did most of the
talking during the two-hour demonstration, explained that shortly
after the turn of the 20th century, a young Béla Bartók (
1881-1945) and his colleague and close personal friend, Zoltán Kodály
(1882-1967),
had helped launch modern ethnomusicology in Hungary. Their mission: to
collect, transcribe, analyze, and propagate Hungary’s living folk music* while
the getting was still good. The two divided the job geographically,
with Kodály beginning in the northeast and Bartók in the southwest. Muzsikás, continued Harmar, would in the next two hours perform
material from regions that Bartók had visited, including some music
that the composer had collected himself. But the group was no less
indebted to Kodály. Today, thanks to both composers’ pioneering
work, Muzsikás and other performers and scholars can draw on more than
200,000 field recordings, Harmar noted with gratitude.
Following that prelude, Harmar picked
up his bass, and joined by the violins and viola, bowed up a
medium-tempo dance--a caradas-that had been collected by Bartók
in southern Transylvania (which had belonged to Hungary before the
Great War). Then Ms. Sebestyén demonstrated her vocal authority.
Emanating predominantly from her throat center, her laser-like voice
parted the sea of semi-sweet strings, etching out the song’s leading
edge of bitter-sweet emotionality. For its next offering, the
ensemble, this time without Ms. Sebestyén and deploying a three-foot
vertically held wooden long-flute, launched into a brisk dance that
pushed against the outer limits of pitch and rhythm, and built to a
furious tempo. Under other circumstances, dancing would have been
irresistible.
“We were all born in Budapest,”
noted Harmar. “I studied classical piano for 18 years and classical
bass for six. I learned to play in a style dominated by German ideas
of classical precision and intonation. I had relatives who lived in
the villages, but I never heard actual village music until I was
twenty,” he confessed. Instead, Harmar like many Hungarian urbanites
shared the misconception of Hungarian folk music as either packaged
performances by state-run ensembles or polished restaurant fare in the
hands of virtuosic Gypsies. Not so Péter Éri and Márta Sebestyén. Eri’s
father was a Kodály colleague, who did fieldwork with the composer. Sebestyén’s first contact with the music, she insists, was prenatal.
“My mother was a student of Kodály. I truly believe that I absorbed
the music when she was pregnant with me in his classes,” she mused.
Béla Bartók’s first exposure was
closer to Harmar’s experience. A classical music prodigy in both
piano and composition, Bartók grew up in several towns** in eastern
and northern Hungary, as close as six miles from traditional villages.
“But he didn’t know this music at all,” observed Harmar. That
changed dramatically in 1903 when at age 22 Bartók discovered the real
thing, sung by a talented maid at the country estate managed by his
brother-in-law. Before
that, Bartók had embraced the commonly held myth that credited Gypsies
as the true progenitors of Hungarian music. (Hungarian village
musicians were thought to have learned (and corrupted) everything they
knew from the Gypsies.) In 1905, the young pianist/composer met and
joined forces with Kodály, then on the threshold of receiving his
doctorate from the University of Budapest for a thesis on the stanzaic
structure of Hungarian folk songs. Armed with a Edison phonograph, Bartók
went
into the field in 1906, visiting Slovakian villages (Slovakia was then
part of Hungary.) Subsequent fieldwork brought him to Transylvania in
1907 and Romania in 1909. In 1912, he sought out Ruthenian, Serbian,
and Bulgarian melodies at their source, and even visited Northern
Africa in 1913, where he recorded about 200 Arabic melodies. By and
large, the end of the Great War marked the end of Bartók’s field
work (Kodály, in contrast, kept at it for decades). But Bartók continued to write books and articles that analyzed the folk songs of
Hungary and its neighbors structurally, morphologically and
comparatively. (Bartók was emphatic in attributing the origins of
Hungarian music to a non-European pentatonic scale and tracing the
Magyars’ ancestral origins to the Volga River basin.)
Hungarian folk music was grist and
inspiration for Bartók’s own compositions, but it was just as much
an end unto itself-a “precious spiritual treasure,” he insisted.
Listening to Márta Sebestyén and Muzsikás reveals why. In their hands,
the music always conveys a mixed emotionality. It is rarely
unilaterally sweet, or despondent, or bitter, but ranges along terrain
from sweet-and-sour to bitter-sweet. Nearly every song, regardless of
its lyrics, imparts a mixed emotional message-an echo, if you will, of
life’s joys and aspirations holding hands with life’s inescapable
disappointments and limitations. To convey that effect, Muzsikás and
other practitioners employ a variety of devices:
slightly sharped, wavering intonation; marginally unsettling melodic
interval leaps; unexpected syncopations;
accelerating tempos; and resinous, vinegary timbres.
“The Hungarian source is nearest to
me and therefore the strongest,” Bartók wrote to a Romanian
folklorist in 1931. That is evident throughout his 40+ years as one of
the 20th century’s great composers. Bartók’s compositions include
avowedly idiomatic works like the violin duos and the Mikrocosmos piano
studies, that preserve the structural integrity of peasant melodies
while recasting them in expanded 20th century harmonic and chromatic
language. There are creations like the 4th quartet and the final
movements of the fifth and sixth quartets that deconstruct and
reconstruct folk themes in consistently surprising ways. And there are
late-period commissioned pieces like the Concerto for Orchestra and
the Violin Concerto that, while lacking sustained folk melodies
per se, still retain melodic, rhythmic, and coloristic nuances
informed by the Hungarian cultural-spiritual heritage.
Bartók repeatedly railed against the
repackaging of Hungarian village music by Gypsies for consumption by
bourgeois urbanites. His own music as well has received more than its
share of tampering in the urban elitist market -not by Gypsies but by
classical music interpreters. As in so many earthly endeavors, there
are multiple ways to skin a cat. One is to give the music a
waxed-fruit gloss and to pump up anything suggesting nativistic
mannerisms. I remember leaving the Kennedy Center reeling one night
twenty-five years ago after hearing Hungarian expatriate Eugene
Ormandy and his Philadelphia forces treat Bartók’s Divertimento
for Orchestra to--the Philadelphia Cream Cheese Sound. A
very different strategy is to imbue the music with vampirizing
precision, by obsessing on the score while neglecting the music’s
roots and soul. That isn’t to say that classical musicians should
play like Hungarian peasants, but why not at least strive to find a
stillpoint where the music can breathe on its own terms? For a
recorded performance that gets it right, I recommend a new cd of Bartók’s 44 violin duos (ECM) by violinists András Keller and
János Pilz of Hungary’s Keller Quartet. Their restraint, finesse,
and technical mastery consistently allow the music to resonate on its
own spiritual terms.
Ms. Sebestyén and Muzsikás cut their
folk music teeth in Hungary’s Táncház movement of the 1970s.
Taking its name from the traditional village dancehouse, it brought
the roots music of the villages to Budapest and other cities and
blossomed as a borderline subversive alternative to “official”
state-run folkloric ensembles. The Táncház movement combined several
key attributes: audiences dominated by urban professionals attended
events to dance as well as listen; and scholars and performers
traveled to the villages to learn the music and instruments at their
source (including at times precarious jaunts over the Transylvanian
border into Ceaucescu’s Romania.) Harmer, for one, learned the
virtues of playing a short-bowed three-string bass. “How did I
learn? A villager just moved my hands holding the instrument and bow,”
he explained. The shorter bow strokes become increasingly merciful, he
noted, when you’ve been playing a wedding party that begins on
Sunday afternoon and runs late into Monday morning.
Ms. Sebestyén also sought out
instruction at its source. Vocal music, she explained, is considered
more demanding, more nuanced, than its instrumental counterpart. “Early
on, I visited ladies in the villages, who sang with great intimacy,”
she recalled. “When I asked them, Would you sing for me?,
they repeatedly turned me down. Once I asked this old guy, who
responded: “Why the hell should I sing for you; I’m not in the
mood. I don’t have anything to drink.” Ms. Sebestyén’s
persistence and passion paid off. She absorbed the styles and spirit
of the best singers of the day. And she met an elderly woman from
Moldavia, whose singing twenty-five years earlier had moved Ms. Sebestyén
so profoundly that she has honored that voice in her own
singing ever since. “I had to wait twenty-five years to meet her.
When I did, I confessed secretly that she was my master,” revealed Sebestyén. But this humblest of folk divas remains grateful to all the
villagers who have helped shape her art. “Whenever I sing, they’re
in my mind. They helped me to understand that folk music has an
instant power and beauty that is beyond language.”
“At village wedding parties, the
fiddler was crucial,” noted Harmar. “He knew every villager’s
favorite melody and he made sure that everyone got his due. At the
same time, the musicians always improvised. It was the tradition.”
Improvisation was in deft hands during the two-hour demonstration,
particularly in the nimble fingers of lead violinist, Mihály Sipos,
who played with passion and inventiveness, at times leading the others
into increasingly accelerated tempos.
In their repertoire, Muzsikás shadowed
Bartók the ethnologist on some of his more intriguing stops.
From the East Carpathians, Sipos and Harmar performed a slow,
percussive dance melody propelled by Harmar’s regular bow-slaps on
the gardon, a four- stringed (all tuned to d below middle c)
medieval member of the cello family that resonated like a drum. And
the Hungarians played a dance from Romania’s Marmaros region, once
home to an indigenous Jewish culture, visited and honored by Bartók in
one of his 44 violin duos. “When we tried to do our own collecting
in the Marmaros region, we came up empty handed. Everyone had been
murdered in the Holocaust,” Harmar lamented. “What music we
learned of the Marmaros was all second-hand from Gypsies.” Earlier,
Muzikas had played one of Bartók’s Romanian Folk Dances, which the
composer had distilled for piano and his collaborator, Zoltán
Szckely, had arranged for violin
and piano. Recalling Bartók’s own
recorded
performance of some of the dances with violinist Joseph Szigetti,
Harmer commented, “You could tell from his piano passage that Bartók
was hearing the flute. We will play the dance as Bartók would have
heard it in the field.”
Ms. Sebestyén’s final offering-a
plaintive shepherd song-underscored Bartók’s spiritual attribution
of the music. Singing a cappella, she conveyed a lilting melody that
wore innocence and vulnerability on its sleeve. Woven into the song’s
fabric was a wistful sadness that seemed to reflect the limitations of
the human life cycle itself. Then, with her singing done, she reached
for a two-hole Moldavian flute, and offered up a delicate coda that
perfectly mirrored the vulnerability and restraint of its vocal
predecessor. It was all transparency of ego and genuineness of soul-a
memorable lesson at the New England Conservatory that afternoon.
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