This is the world premiere performance of the two trumpet version of Geoffrey Gordon's He Saith Among the Trumpets, with Paul Merkelo, solo trumpet, Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal and Stéphane Beaulac, principal trumpet, Orchestre Métropolitain - with percussionist Josh Wynnyk - recorded at Maison Symphonique, Montréal Quebec, 22 April 2021.
This work, originally for solo trumpet in C, was commissioned on behalf of soloist Simon Höfele, who gave the premiere performance at Wigmore Hall, London, England – 22 September 2020.
"He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha;
and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains,
and the shouting."
(Job 39:25)
He saith among the trumpets draws inspiration and title from the second book of poems by one of the best known British poets of the Second World War, Alun Lewis (1915-1944). The collection was published posthumously in 1945 and charts Lewis’ short day's journey into night, the thunder of cannon filling his pages, along with clash of steel, clatter of horses' hooves and bubbles of blood 'neath stiff upper lips, prophetically “till a bullet stopped his song”.
In November 1942, Lewis had sailed for India and in early 1944 he was moved to the Burmese front. On his way, at Arakan in Lower Burma, he was killed in a mysterious incident involving his own pistol. Drawing on the bristling energy and brooding lyricism which unfolds through the verses, this new work for solo trumpet presents an expressive and dramatic musical reaction to the inspiration of Lewis’ poetry, through Gordon’s highly idiomatic language. An opening Prelude transforms into a Fanfare of battlefield colour, violence and personal tragedy, followed by a Nocturne of nihilism holy in its intensity. Motifs challenge and suspend, contrasting open and muted effects, evoking the raw imagery and bitter truths of soldiering, in sound, rhythm and dynamic contrast. In his last letter to his publishers, Alun Lewis wrote of these poems that they should be read as the musical score of a life that will again express itself in prose when the din of war and preparation for war had died down, and there was time again to write and rewrite. For Alun Lewis, those days would never come.