“……..and the tongue of the dumb shall sing”
It is my favorite time of year—Advent. In addition to the usual busyness inherent to the holidays, I am preparing to conduct the choral portions of the Rotary Club of Park Forest’s DIY Messiah.
When I began blogging for our local newspaper, I said I would be writing about music and disability and not necessarily at the same time. This is an instance where the two merge.
I love Messiah. Truth be told, it is probably my favorite large choral work. There’s a little something for everyone–from show piece arias to choruses that are both difficult and poignant to recitatives that move the story along while being musically interesting. The story that is told, using scriptures from both the Old and New Testaments, can be appreciated by all.
Traditionally, it is performed during the Advent and Christmas seasons but it is really a Lenten work, first performed and commissioned for Lent. We as choral musicians often chop it up to fit our needs. And, masterwork that it is, it adapts, no matter if we sing only the Christmas portions—plus “Hallelujah”—or the Lenten portions or anything in between. Whatever we do is probably fine, since George F. Handel had different versions, depending on the soloist available.
Conducting Messiah is always challenging, no matter who the singers are. I have markings and notes and comments in my score from long ago performances as well as more recent gigs that remind me anything can happen and often does. I have had to sing as well as conduct a few times, because sopranos have gotten sick at the last moment and there wasn’t time to get anyone else. I have had singers and instrumentalist faint. Conducting choral portions for a “Do-It-Yourself Messiah has brought the craziest moments, with a youth symphony playing and soloists from the community. One year, I had to teach a conductor—who normally works with junior high string players—how to conduct recitatives because the “powers-that-be” wanted an instrumental conductor and not ‘just’ a choral person, with interesting results.
Still, the text moves me. The choruses move me. The music moves me. I can be reserved and professional most of the time but some turn of phrase, some musical line will strike me and tears come to my eyes briefly as I conduct. Some moment in every performance will reach me, jaded old musician that I am, and it is like I am hearing it for the first time.
One of the recitatives always gets me, no matter who is singing, who is playing or if I am performing or conducting. It is sung by the alto, thank goodness, and it is the recitative I didn’t learn as a teenager. The text, taken from the Prophecy of Isaiah, tells what will happen when the Messiah comes:
Then shall the eyes of the blind be open’d,
And the ears of the deaf unstopped.
Then shall the lame man leap as an hart,
And the tongue of the dumb shall sing.
It so moves me, I think because it reminds me of my son, Russell, who has autism and who cannot speak. He loves music and he loves Messiah, having heard it every year since he was a small child. I like to think that recitative is meant for him and all the people like him. I am comforted to know, even in this great work, someone had thought enough to include this text, including those who are not often thought about. And I love it even more.