November 2
SA Museum
11am 12pm 2.40pm
presented as part of
Chamber Music Adelaide’s
ON THE TERRACE
This isn’t ticketed. Just rock up. On The Terrace is a free public one-day event celebrating South Australian chamber music and musicians in the cultural precinct of North Terrace’s beautiful buildings.
LEVIATHAN
Leviathan is the first movement of a major new work I have been developing over a few years, inspired by whaling in Victor Harbor, South Australia.
While living on the Fleurieu Peninsula during the pandemic, I became interested in the region’s whaling history, from frenzied slaughter and near extinction, to 100 years of empty bay, to the gradual return of whales with the area declared a sanctuary. These events outlined an arc of HOPE, something I craved in the early pandemic. Now, as the algal bloom has spread in the South Australian seas, the themes of ocean-based devastation and hope have taken on a new and urgent proximity for this music.
This first movement evokes an industrial age world of whalers and sea, creating the experience of whalers in a small boat hunting a whale, against a background of the industrial age, where whale oil was used to lubricate machinery of the factories.
I’ve assembled libretto from a range of nineteenth century writers to express the relationship between the “Captains Of Industry”, the primal call to the ocean, and the danger and horror of a whale hunt. Like young soldiers going to war, the men adventure out with a sense of noble honour, to find and hunt their whale but learn they are not heroes but agents of destruction and slaughter, “demons” in the libretto.
To make a work that feels masculine, powerful and dramatic, I’ve taken musical inspiration from heavy metal band Manowar, Russian male voice choral music, Orff’s Catulli Carmina and some atmospheric media compositions. Leviathan is scored for four solo baritones, male voice chamber choir, bass drum, cymbals and other percussion and percussive sound effects. Through singing, shouting, chanting and movement the singers evoke men working together in factories, whaling boats and the colonial complex of the British Empire.
I’m thrilled that this work will be premiered by some of South Australia’s finest musical artists, set amongst the whale bones and marble resonance of the SA Museum’s foyer. It’s been a joy workshopping with the soloists, Andrew the percussionist and the South Australian choir Festival Statesmen Chorus. I’m grateful to Chamber Music Adelaide who have provided support through various projects, for the larger work so far.
Jodie
Mark Oates | Alex Roose | Nicholas Canon | Emlyn O’Regan
Festival Statesmen Chorus | Andrew Wiering
PERFORMERS
CONDUCTOR
Jonathan Bligh
COSTUME DESIGNER
Clare Langsford
DIRECTOR
Nicholas Canon
LIBRETTO
Comes now. I send these lines to you,
From here where constellations sink, below the ocean’s western brink.
Take them: for that day will come, to add us to the canceled sum.
And give our bones to earth to rot, for we have no immortal lot,
And souls that will not last forever.
Who hath desired the Sea ? - the immense and contemptuous surges?
The shudder, the stumble, the swerve, as the star-stabbing bowsprit emerges?
Comes now the mechanical device to sing for us a song.
It cannot be denied that the owners and inventors have shown wonderful aggressiveness and ingenuity
The struggle has been bitter and incessant for the sway of the emotional and soulful.
The ingenious purveyor of canned music is urging man, on his way to the silent place with gun and rod,
And disks, cranks, and cogs to sing.
Then what of the national throat? Will it not weaken? What of the national chest? Will it not shrink?
The Captains of Industry are made of other clay. The Captains of Industry are the true fighters
Who fight against chaos, who fight against necessity, who fight against the devils.
The stars in their courses fight for them. All heaven all earth saying
Let the Captains of Industry ask “is nothing hidden?”
Let the Captains of Industry ask “is nothing there?”
There is yet the God-like slumbering.
Heave. Pull you bastards (beauties)
I conjure nightmare sleepers, I conjure thee awake.
Arise or be fallen for our world cannot live as it is.
The heart of man is very much like the sea,
When, like dark plague-spots by the demons shed,
Charged deep with death, upon the waves, far seen,
and fierce and red, The mangled dead.
It has its storms, it has its tides
and in its depths it has its pearls too.
There will be no majestic drums.
The stately ships go on
But o for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still.
—-
John Philip Sousa
Thomas Carlyle
Charlotte Smith
Vincent Van Gogh
Lord Tennyson
A E Housman
Rudyard Kipling