The singer has been performing his greatest obsession for more than 30 yearsby Sameer Rahim / January 15, 2015 / Leave a comment
Ian Bostridge has been singing Franz Schubert’s Winterreise (Winter Journey) for more than 30 years. In 1997, he was filmed by David Alden performing the song cycle in a entrancing film shot like a New Romantic pop video. He had just published an absorbing 500-page musical-cultural analysis of what he describes as “the first and greatest of concept albums.” Not for nothing does he subtitle his book Winter Journey an Anatomy of an Obsession.
Earlier this week, on a suitably blustery evening at the Barbican, Bostridge performed Winterreise accompanied by the composer and pianist Thomas Adès. Lithe and willowy, the seemingly ageless Bostridge (in fact he’s 50) performed not only with his tenor voice but also his whole being. He leant back on the piano, turned to the audience and glanced at Adès to see which way he was taking the piece. In a post-show interview Bostridge said that although he and Adès discussed how they would perform the piece, much of it was improvised.
The 24 songs in Winterreise, set by Schubert to the words of poet Wilhelm Müller, is narrated by a man cast out of his lover’s home and forced to wander through the cold German winter. Over the course of around 70 minutes, the protagonist reflects on life, death, love and the landscape. As Bostridge said, rather than a smoothly continuous whole the cycle is made of jagged fragments that need to be melded together by the singer. Some of the song-shards have a distinctly teenage feel: “Why should they care about my grief?” Bostridge sang achingly. “Where shall I find a flower?…the flowers have died.” We’re in Morrissey country here—and at points Bostridge seemed to channel the mardy rocker.