From a young age, my mum had a passion for dance. Ballet and tap had transformed her life at the age of four and by her late teens she was teaching at Stella Mann’s Dance School in Hampstead, London. Her ideal ballerina was Margot Fonteyn who was the most wonderful dancer she had ever seen. According to Mum, it was Margot’s musicality and expressiveness that made her dancing so compelling. She was always perfectly at one with the music and when dancing on ‘points’ she was elegant, appearing at times, to float across the stage. She made it seem effortless.
Aged just eight, at the beginning of the second world war, my mum was evacuated to her Aunt’s home, an old farmhouse on a hillside in Yorkshire. She was frightened and homesick being away from her parents and older sister and after eighteen long months, she was relieved to return to her home in London. Although she felt safer, she had come home to air raids and slept under a Morrison shelter, and a few years on, she lost her father to a heart attack, in 1943. Her mother was the epitome of keeping cheerful and carrying on and so they did. And Mum had music and dance to keep her going, she talked of rushing off to choir rehearsals before school and of stopping to dance in an empty shop on her way home. And she told us how they danced for joy at the end of the war, joining the street party. During her late teens and early twenties, her experience of the cultural events that were suddenly springing up in a newly optimistic postwar London, was intense and unforgettable and she admitted to being ‘star struck’. She loved music, film, theatre and poetry, with an enthusiasm that remained throughout her life.
Whenever I’m in London, I visit the Southbank Centre and think of my mum’s visits there when it was newly built for the Festival of Britain in 1951. And when I hear a particular piece of music or see a film that she loved, I think how much she enjoyed it and I appreciate it all the more.
One of the CDs Mum had asked me to get for her in her latter years was of the music by Benjamin Britten for the ballet The Prince of the Pagodas so I think she would have loved this clip from the ballet. The choreography is by Kenneth MacMillan, whose work she adored, and the wonderful dancers in this pas de deux are Darcey Bussell and Jonathan Cope.
Mum admired Darcey Bussell and we both enjoyed watching the programmes she made about dances from Hollywood musicals (which Mum had enjoyed in her youth). In these clips she recreates the dances from the Puttin’ on the Ritz and Singing in the Rain.
This last one is full of optimism, silliness and fun, a great way to remember the good times.
Writing on Father’s Day … some memories of my late dad’s influence on my musical education:
My dad was a research scientist who worked on developing a battery for a prototype electric car in the 1960s and 70s. It was shown on TV on ‘Tomorrow’s World’. He was meant to drive it on to the set but dropped out at the last minute because he was too shy. We all sat round the TV and were so disappointed when someone else drove on instead, especially as I’d told all my friends to watch. He later told us he had been worried that the car might stall and the thought of the impending embarrassment had held him back. He asked one of his colleagues to take his place. I know that feeling – should I attempt the solo part I have been offered or ask someone else play it?
My dad, a scientist; my mum, a dancer/teacher: I’ve always credited my mum for encouraging my love of music and wrote about it here (Thank you for the Music, Mum) but I came to know and love many of the classics because of my dad. He listened to the BBC ‘third programme’ which played music by the ‘great’ composers: overtures, concertos and symphonies by Beethoven, Mozart and Haydn (amongst others) every day. Orchestral sounds, dramatic rhythms and (what soon became) well-known melodies drifted around the house. He not only listened on his home-made valve wireless but also had music playing in the car.He gave me a lift every school day, car radio turned up and when I heard something I really liked, I was in danger of making myself late by staying to listen to the end. I first heard Brahms’ second piano concerto in the car. I was stunned by the beauty of the cello solo melody that opens the second movement and recurs throughout. I’d never heard of a cello solo in a piano concerto before. I really didn’t want to get out of the car that morning. Next birthday, my dad gave me a double LP of both Brahms piano concertos and I listened over and over to that movement.
Listening to it now, I find it such a sad, nostalgic sounding melody, I wonder at my teenage self sometimes!
Symphonies and piano concertos were one thing but there was another type of music where my dad’s enthusiasm left me cold. That was opera. I was never a fan. It didn’t help that the first one he took me to as a young teenager was La Belle Hélène by Offenbach. I didn’t like the warbly voices, couldn’t make out the lyrics and couldn’t follow the plot. Worst of all, confirming my annoyance at being there, the leading lady began to strip off revealing her corset and bloomers! I was mortified and excruciatingly embarrassed. The whole experience put me off opera for years. When I was clearing out my dad’s house, what did I find in the attic? An LP of La Belle Hélène with the leading lady there on the front in her corset! My dread came flooding back!
On Mothers’ Day 2021, I am republishing this article from 2018, written as a tribute to my wonderful mum who filled my childhood with music and happy times.
I have seen queries from parents wondering how to encourage their child to enjoy classical music. My mum introduced me to classical music in such a subtle way that I was a fan before I knew it. This is how she did it, starting with a few choice records.
It began with dance. Trained as ballet dancer and teacher, she knew the repertoire that would have my sister and me twirling round the living room. Tchaikovsky: music from ‘Sleeping Beauty’, ‘Swan Lake’ and this Waltzof the Flowers from the ‘Nutcracker Suite’. I loved the sound of the harp swirling up and down, the bubbling clarinet notes and then when the sweeping melody on the strings came, I was spinning with joy.
As children, Mum protected us from scary things so we had no idea that the story behind this next piece involved frightening trolls. In the Hall of the Mountain King from the ‘Peer Gynt Suite’ by Greig had us playing a game, stepping around the room on tiptoe, hiding behind the settee, jumping up and then getting more and more boisterous as the music increased in speed and volume.
Track 2: In the Hall of the Mountain King from the ‘Peer Gynt Suite’.
Music that made us laugh was a also big hit and we thought this Clog Dance from the ballet ‘La Fille Mal Gardée’ was very funny – especially the bit that sounds like slipping on a banana skin and then later, when the sound of the clogs tapping seems to get all mixed up.
Track 3: Clog Dance from ‘La Fille Mal Gardée’.
When she became a primary school teacher, Mum had responsibility for music and dance at the school my sister and I went to so we experienced the music at home and at school. Walking into school assembly we were accompanied by music such as Holst’s ‘The Planets’ or Prokoviev’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’.
Track 4: Jupiter from ‘The Planets’.
Track 5: The Knights’ Dance from ‘Romeo and Juliet’.
Her friend and colleague was a drama specialist and together they put on school plays. Musical soundtracks were drawn from Stravinsky’s music for the ballet ‘Petrouchka’ or ‘The Firebird’, Britten’s Sea Interludes from ‘Peter Grimes’ or Kodaly’s ‘Hary Janos Suite’: music that had character and captured the imagination or had exciting rhythms and/or enticing melodies.
Track 6: Danse Russe from ‘Petrouchka’.
Track 7: Sea Interludes from ‘Peter Grimes’.
Track 8: Hungarian Dance from ‘Hary Janos Suite’.
Mum directed the school choir and when we went in for a music festival singing This Little Babe from Britten’s ‘A Ceremony of Carols’, I remember having to concentrate hard when the music went into two parts and marvelling at the sound created by the echoing effect of this canon.
Track 9: This Little Babe from ‘A Ceremony of Carols’.
The structure of music interested Mum and when she taught dance she was also teaching us to listen. To the second movement of Bartok’s ‘Concerto for Orchestra’ (known as the ‘Game of Pairs’), she asked our class to dance in twos, choosing which instrumental line to follow: you could be the bassoons, the oboes, the clarinets, the flutes, the pizzicato strings, bowed strings, trumpets or trombones but could only move when your instrument was playing.
Track 10: Movement II. Giuoco delle coppie from the ‘Concerto for Orchestra’ by Bartok.
Mum loved discovering new pieces and when we listened to the Nine Lessons and Carols from King’s College, Cambridge, she was always excited to hear the latest addition to the repertoire. When she first heard the Shepherd’s Pipe Carol by John Rutter, she loved the bit where the beat changes and then changes back again. She bought the music and next Christmas we were singing it at school. One year, we went to Cambridge, to the Chapel at King’s College to hear the service. The music was wonderful: the harmonies, the descants and the organ playing. And after all that uplifting music, we came out into the twilight as the snow was beginning to fall. It felt magical and remains a special memory.
Track 11: Shepherd’s Pipe Carol by John Rutter.
Music was like an exciting discovery with Mum. She told us about her music teacher at school in Hendon, London, taking her to orchestral rehearsals with great conductors and how she was told to listen to the bass line or middle parts and not just follow the tune. She revelled in the clever compositional techniques like the melody in Rachmaninov’s Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini which, towards the second half of the piece, is turned upside down and made into a new melody.
Track 12: Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini by Rachmaninov.
Or the two tunes played at the same time in the last movement of the St Paul’s Suite by Holst.
Track 13: St Paul’s Suite.
She loved the music of English composers: Purcell, Holst, Vaughan-Williams, Walton and Britten, having heard many of their works in concerts, during the vibrant cultural resurgence of post-war Britain. She talked of the excitement of attending concerts at the Festival of Britain at London’s Southbank. I found a programme that she had kept from one of the first performances of Britten’s opera Billy Budd from 1951.
Perhaps in that spirit of the Festival of Britain, there wasn’t any elitism about this musical education: she felt that everyone should have access to great music. She told me about a boy in school who’d asked her: “Where do you find all this music?”. He’d never heard anything like it at home.
Track 14: The Cuckoo from ‘Folk Songs of the Seasons’ by Vaughan Williams.
Track 15: Popular Song from Facade by Walton.
But we were exposed to an eclectic mix too. We sang along to Pinky and Perky on the TV, and had records of the soundtracks from musicals we’d seen at the pictures: we sang along to A Spoonful of Sugar from ‘Mary Poppins’, My Favourite Things from ‘The Sound of Music’ and I could have danced all Night from ‘My Fair Lady’.
Mum had the record Time Out by Dave Brubeck and we loved listening to that and a record of the jazz trumpeter Dizzie Gillespie. And we loved The Swingle Singers especially when they sang Bach.
Track 16: Allegro from Brandenburg Concerto no.3 by Bach: The Swingle Singers.
My sister and I went for piano lessons, (our brother resisted and taught himself the guitar and drums) and so Mum hardly got a look in at the piano but when she did, this is one of the pieces she used to play: Mouvement Perpetuel by Poulenc. It sounded lively and jolly to me as a child. I didn’t notice the rather dark undertone that I hear when I listen to it now.
Track 17: Mouvement Perpétuel by Poulenc.
When I went secondary school, Mum encouraged me take up the cello – from the back of her wardrobe she took the cello she had been given as a 21st birthday present and said I could learn to play it. So I did, without realising what a gift that was and how it would become my instrument and a major part of my life.
When I was about fourteen, Mum took me to a performance of Bach’s St Matthew Passion in Manchester Cathedral. The timbre of the orchestra and solo singers was startlingly beautiful in that resonant acoustic and when the chorus joined in it was such a glorious sound I was quite overwhelmed. I remember hearing a viola da gamba for the first time and wondering what it was, realising it wasn’t a cello, although it looked similar. I loved its raw sound. At the end of the first half we went home for tea and then Mum asked me if I’d like to go back for the second half. I couldn’t understand why she was asking me, of course I wanted to go back for the second half. Speaking to her years later I was telling her what a powerful effect that music had on me and she said I had been really quiet and she didn’t know if I had liked it or not! I think I had been completely spellbound.
Track 18 – 19 From the St. Matthew Passion by Bach
A few years later Mum was lecturing in education with responsibility for dance at a college of education, working in the field of contemporary dance and we had moved to a cottage in Lancashire. Music was our evenings’ and weekend’s entertainment: we listened to Mum’s records of Copland’s Rodeo, Shostakovich’s Jazz Suite and Satie’s Gymnopodies (in a version for classical guitar).
Track 20: Buckaroo Holiday from ‘Rodeo’ by Copland.
Track 21: Dance 1 from ‘Jazz Suite’ No.2 by Shostakovich.
Track 22: Gymnopodie no.1 by Satie.
She continued to play music that made us laugh. We thought the beginning of Divertissement by Ibert sounded funny with its clashing chords on the piano.
Track 23: Divertissement by Ibert.
As a teenager I started to collect some records of my own: Sibelius Symphonies, Elgar’s Cello Concerto with Jaqueline du Pré as soloist and Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos.
My love for music led to a career in music but more importantly, immense joy from the music I have heard or played and continue to do so. It’s because of Mum’s enthusiasm for music and the way she carefully nurtured an interest during my early years that music became central to my life.
The last piece in this tribute is by Mum’s favourite composer: Ravel. This music is full of poignancy for me as it arouses a complex range of emotions beneath its apparent simplicity.
Track 24: Adagio Assai from the Piano Concerto in G by Ravel.