Glazunov - Symphonies Nos. 1 - 8 - Fedoseyev

Alexander Glazunov (1865-1936)

Symphony No. 1 in E major, Op. 5 (1881)

(recorded December 1981)

Symphony No. 2 in F-sharp minor, Op. 16 (1886)

(recorded June 1981)

Symphony No. 3 in D major, Op. 33 (1890)

(recorded September 1979)

Symphony No. 4 in E flat major, Op. 48 (1893)

(recorded June 1979)

Symphony No. 5 in B major, Op. 55 (1895)

(recorded April 1974)

Symphony No. 6 in C minor, Op. 58 (1896)

(recorded September 1975)

Symphony No. 7 in F major, Op. 77 (1903)

(recorded December 1976)

Symphony No. 8 in E flat major, Op. 83 (1906)

(recorded December 1978)

USSR Radio Symphony Orchestra / Vladimir Fedoseyev

(jpc-schallplatten, 1983; originally recorded by Melodiya)

(Note: these are completely new transfers of these eight DMM discs.)

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Dmitri Shostakovich, Glazunov's pupil at the St. Petersburg Conservatoire, has left an unforgettable, wide-ranging portrait of Glazunov - the man and artist - in his Memoirs, Testimony.

Here is an excerpt of what Shostakovich wrote:

"In our own time, Glazunov was a living legend. In the twenty or more years that he directed the St. Petersburg, later the Leningrad, Conservatoire, thousands of students graduated, and I'm certain that it would be hard to name even one who wasn't indebted to Glazunov in some way. ...

He used to be a squire, and he became a man blessed for his good deeds by every working musician in the country. He composed when he really wanted to, for his own pleasure, without giving thought to 'ideological content.' And he sacrificed everything for the conservatoire...

I'm not painting a picture of an angel. That's not like me at all. There was much in Glazunov that I found laughable and incomprehensible. I'm not all that keen on his music, but I want to stress that man does not live by music alone. Even if it is the music by which you should be living, your own compositions. And I want to reiterate the following circumstance. Glazunov did not take on public roles because he lacked the gift for composing or the technique. He was talented and a master of the art.

It is only nowadays that the people who want to attend meetings, make decisions and command are the ones doing badly with their own work. And these wretches, finally getting their administrative posts, use all their power to stifle talented music and bury it, while promoting their own worthless works.

It was just the reverse with Glazunov, he wasn't seeking profit for himself. He gave away his salary as director and professor to needy students. No one will ever be able to tally the number of his famous letters of recommendation. They gave people work and bread, sometimes saved lives.

I want what I am remembering now to be taken very seriously, for I am talking about a complex psychological and ethical problem which not many bother to think about. In such letters, Glazunov wrote what he really thought about the person quite often and praised the person with justification. But even more frequently - much more so - he helped people out of compassion. Many turned to him for help, often total strangers. They were in need and oppressed by life, and he quickly took on the cares of each victim. ...

Glazunov was sometimes childish, and sometimes he was very wise. He taught me a lot. I've thought about it a great deal, and perhaps all of life goes towards finding what is important and what isn't. It's tragic, but it's so.

I don't remember where I read an ancient prayer that runs, 'Lord, grant me the strength to change what can be changed. Lord, grant me the strength to bear what can't be changed. And Lord, grant me the wisdom to know the difference.'

Sometimes I love that prayer and sometimes I hate it. Life is ending for me and I have neither the strength nor wisdom.

It's easy to ask for this and that, but you don't get it, even though you knock and bow as much as you can. You can't have it, and that's that. You might get a medal or an order, or a pretty diploma. ...

I like honorary degrees, they're quite decorative and look good on the wall. ... Sometimes, when I look at them all, I think that I've been given my allotment of wisdom. But that happens rarely. It happens when I finish a work, and then I feel that all of the problems are solved and I've answered all the questions - in music, naturally. ... And now let the people hear the music, and then they'll see what they have to do and how to separate the important from the unimportant.

But most often I think about the fact that none of this has helped, with or without the prayers. What I really want is a peaceful life, and a happy one. I remember old man Glazunov, that big, wise child. He spent his entire life thinking that he could separate the important from the unimportant. And he thought that the universe was created rationally. But at the end of his life, I think he began doubting it...

All values were confused, criteria obliterated. Glazunov ended up in Paris where he was respected, but not, I think, much loved. He continued composing, not really knowing for whom and for what he was writing. I can't imagine anything more horrible than that. That's the end. But Glazunov was wrong. He had been given wisdom and he had correctly separated the important from the unimportant, and his work turned out to be 'fresh and strong'.

When I was young, I enjoyed laughing at Glazunov - it was easy. At fifteen I was much more mature than Glazunov, a revered old man. The future belonged to me, not him. Everything that changed was changing in my favor, not his. ...

But now I see how complicated it all really was."

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LP transfers of above material. Includes cover, label and
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