My reasons for resigning the degree were simply that musically I did not esteem it, and socially I thought of it and those who conferred it with infinite and undiluted disgust.
The letter is long and unpleasant and forced the unfortunate Parry into a confession of the domestic misery which prevented him from offering hospitality to his students; but it is not a true indicator of MacCunn’s character. All who knew him at all intimately were fond of him and appreciated his good nature. He was a dashing young man who married the daughter of the famous Scottish painter John Pettie, who has portrayed him both as Bonnie Prince Charlie and as the favoured escort for his daughter who strolls simpering between MacCunn with the sword-stick and some honest loser. The painting is called Two Strings to her Bow, so there is a musical pun appropriate to his future son-in-law.
MacCunn saw himself very much as the musician of the future, eschewing abstract music in favour of the new poetic streak and descriptive approach of Liszt, but with a delightful element of plain thinking. Shaw interviewed him and got some splendidly dusty answers to questions such as who was his favourite composer: ‘You might as well ask me which I like best, my arms or my legs.’ Or did he (as was Wagner’s practice) write his own words for setting to music? ‘I have not the vocabulary. I can find music but not words. Besides, if I write the book, you will be expecting me to paint the scenery too, on the same principle.’ Finally, Shaw, aware he was meeting his match, said he ‘had the hardihood to ask Mr MacCunn for his notions of press criticism. “I think”, said the composer, fixing his eye on me to indicate that he felt confident of my approval, “that criticism, above all things, should not be flippant, because if it is, nobody respects it”.’
Game, set and match to Mr MacCunn.
But it does not take long to realize that behind this assertive and apparently self-confident exterior was a sensitivity and tenderness, easily wounded, protected by pride and consummate skill, but delicate and ultimately defeated by the pressures of overwork as an opera conductor, endlessly touring while trying to pursue a career as a composer. Cancer of the throat took him in 1916 at the age of forty-eight. His son was away at the front, it being the middle of the First World War, and with the death of his father Scotland lost one of her most brilliant musicians—a man who, from all accounts, could be as generous of his time and effort as he could be sharp with Shaw and Parry. But the tenderness is unforgettably beautiful in love-songs such as I will think of thee, my love or the touching In the Glen—a piano solo for young students which is somehow as simple as it is subtle in its evocation of the beauty of the highland glens (both pieces are recorded on Linn CKD008), and much of it can be heard in the excerpts from Jeanie Deans and in the lyrical second subjects of his orchestral ballads, for all that they are full of rugged grandeur. Whisky and temperament, gold and mercury, they are there in the music as they were in the man.
from notes by John Purser © 1995
The Essential Hyperion, Vol. 2
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Alphabetical listing of all musical works
|I love a lass (Dumbiedykes) Excerpt 2 of Jeanie Deans (MacCunn)|
|Jeanie Deans (MacCunn)|
|Land of the mountain and the flood (MacCunn)|
|O Caledonia! stern and wild Part 2, Final chorus of The Lay of the Last Minstrel (MacCunn)|
|Oh! would that I again (Effie) Excerpt 10 of Jeanie Deans (MacCunn)|
|Sleep for the day is done (Effie) Excerpt 11 of Jeanie Deans (MacCunn)|
|The Dowie Dens o' Yarrow (MacCunn)|
|The Lay of the Last Minstrel (MacCunn)|
|The Ship o' the Fiend (MacCunn)|
|What can it be? (Jeanie) Excerpt 3 of Jeanie Deans (MacCunn)|