Poulenc: Sonata for Flute and Piano, FP164 Master of the mood swing, inconsistent and even selfcontradictory, Francis Poulenc (1899–1963) nevertheless developed an utterly personal idiom that marked him as him and nobody else. He dwelled amid the heady leavens of twentieth-century innovation but remained unfermented. There would be no flings with the Second Viennese School, no screeds, no agendas, no edicts, no manifestos. His style wouldn’t even change very much over the years. “I know perfectly well that I’m not one of those composers who have made harmonic innovations like Stravinsky, Ravel, or Debussy,” he wrote in 1942, “but I think there’s room for new music which doesn’t mind using other people’s chords.” Elizabeth Sprague Coolidge was a lavish benefactress of contemporary chamber music, especially via her partnership with the Library of Congress and its accompanying foundation. Barber, Bartók, Britten, Schoenberg, Stravinsky, and Respighi all benefited from her commissions. After her death, the Coolidge Foundation asked Poulenc for a chamber work in her honor for a 1956 festival. Poulenc phoned the eminent French flutist Jean-Pierre Rampal: “You know how you’ve always wanted me to write a sonata for flute and piano? Well, I’m going to.” He did. The world premiere took place in 1957 at the Strasbourg Festival with Rampal on flute and the composer on piano. An immediate success, the sonata quickly became bedrock flute repertory. It’s a surprisingly dark-hued work, at least in its first two movements. The first-place Allegretto malinconico has its chipper moments, but for the most part savors of sighing figures, descending lines, and an overall minor-key cast. The Cantilena: Assez lent, one of Poulenc’s most touching and intimate creations, is a plaintive chanson in a deliberately uncomplicated style, the piano part mostly in softly pulsing chords against the longbreathed and intensely private flute line. The concluding Presto giocoso is nothing less than a romp, cast in breathlessly short phrases in an exuberant dance-hall style, contrasted with a distinctly more lyrical central section that revisits the introverted nature of the first movement before recapping the original kicky energy. With a fleeting backward glance at somber matters just past, the sonata ends with the musical equivalent of a baton twirl.
Fauré: Fantasie in E minor for Flute and Piano, Opus 79 When Gabriel Fauré (1845–1924) died he was barely known outside his native France. A young Aaron Copland wrote an elegy in The Musical Quarterly in which he decried that “perhaps no other composer has ever been so generally ignored outside his own country, while at the same time enjoying an unquestionably eminent reputation at home.” As always, Copland knew his hawks from his handsaws. “Fauré is the Brahms of France,” he declared, emphasizing that despite the glaring differences between the music of the two masters, Fauré “possesses a genius as great, a 20