WINTER JOURNEY FRANZ Schubert’s D.911 in an English version by Jeremy Sams

1 Goodnight [5.53] t The Crow [1.54] 2 The Weather Vane [1.47] y Last Hope [2.06] 3 Frozen Tears [2.41] u In the Village [3.18] 4 Frozen Solid [3.08] i Stormy Morning [0.52] 5 The Linden Tree [4.46] o A Mirage [1.21] 6 Life Cycle [4.16] p The Fingerpost [4.16] 7 On the River [3.34] a No Room at the Inn [4.23] 8 Turning Back [2.08] s Courage [1.32] 9 Will-o’-the-wisp [2.39] d Three Suns [2.48] 0 Rest [3.27] f The Hurdy-gurdy Man [4.03] q Dreaming of Spring [4.00] w Loneliness [3.10] Total timings: [73.20] e The Post [2.17] r The Grey Head [3.02]

RODERICK WILLIAMS CHRISTOPHER GLYNN PIANO

www.signumrecords.com - 3 - Winter Journey the entire Winterreise through to us in a voice full of emotion. We were utterly dumbfounded Of all the colourful cast of characters in his by the mournful, gloomy tone of these songs, immediate circle, perhaps no one emerges as and Schober said that only one of them, Der a more generous or reliable friend to Schubert Lindenbaum, had appealed to him. To this than Josef von Spaun. Nor is there anyone who Schubert replied, “I like these songs more than all provides a better account of the gathering in the rest, and you will come to like them as well.” 1827 when the twenty-four songs of Winterreise were heard for the first time. Schubertiades The gloomy atmosphere may well have been were usually lively and convivial evenings, the influenced by Schubert’s failing health. Although essential ingredients being a group of like-minded at the height of his powers, he was slowly dying friends (anything from handful to a hundred) of the syphilis he had contracted around five and some music by Schubert, often with the ink years earlier. ‘My usual headaches are assailing barely dry on the page and usually led by the me again’ he wrote in a letter, while his friend composer himself at the piano, to which were Mayrhofer remembered that ‘life had shed its added occasional literary elements, plenty of rosy colour’ and ‘winter had come for him’ – a alcohol and, more often than not, high-spirits choice of words that suggests he, like Spaun and horseplay around the fringes. But Spaun and almost every since, found it hard to remembers the Winterreise-Schubertiad as a separate the events of Schubert’s life from the much more solemn occasion than usual: ‘spine-chilling’ songs of 1827.

For some time, Schubert appeared very upset and The Winter Journey that Schubert played and melancholy. When I asked him what was troubling sang that night is a portrait of brokenness. It him, he would say only, “Soon you will hear and tells the story of a wanderer who has been understand”. One day he said to me, “Come over unlucky in love as he sets out on a long and to Schober’s today and I will sing you a cycle of lonely journey through a bleak wintry landscape spine-chilling songs. I am anxious to know what that mirrors the state of his own inner world. you will say about them. They have cost me more The major events of the story are all over before effort than any of my other songs.” So he sang the cycle begins. It is about a failed love affair,

- 3 - yet contains no love songs. It describes a journey Schubert would still be correcting the publisher’s but arrives nowhere in particular. Nothing much proofs on his own deathbed a year later. In happens. The traveller swings between sadness an obituary, Spaun describes how the true and defiance, paranoia and mockery, self-delusion greatness of Schubert’s achievement began to be and a fearless contemplation of the bleakest recognised once the shock of the new had realities of life. It begins with an ending and subsided. The ‘tunes’ that Schubert had heard ends (perhaps) with a beginning. No wonder his behind Müller’s words were, he now thought, friends were ‘dumbfounded’. ‘more moving that anything else’ he had ever composed. ‘No one, surely, could sing, hear or The poems are by Wilhelm Müller, the same play them without being shaken to the depths.’ writer, translator, soldier, traveller, librarian and misfit who had provided the poems for The Schubert ends his Winter Journey with the most Fair Maid of the Mill (Die schöne Müllerin) some mysterious soliloquy in all music. The traveller years earlier. Nicknamed ‘the Greek’ for his happens upon a beggar sitting on the street love of that country and its literature, Müller playing a hurdy-gurdy. Seemingly oblivious, he was also deeply committed to the ideal of neither speaks nor listens but just picks out a simple, honest German poetry and valued mournful, banal tune with frozen fingers. ‘Will ‘naturalness, truth and simplicity’ above you play your broken music to my broken song?’ all. His verse was of a type that aspired to the traveller asks as, with one last turn of be set to music and he once wrote of his the hurdy-gurdy’s handle, the cycle ends, but hope that a gleichgestimmte Seele (‘like-minded also seems to stretch out into the distance. soul’) would one day ‘hear the tunes behind Who is the hurdy-gurdy man? Another shadowy, the words and give them back to me.’ But as refracted image in the wanderer’s troubled he lay dying in Dessau in 1827, Müller almost mind? Or even his Doppelgänger, the traditional certainly had no idea that Schubert, whom harbinger of death in German folklore? Or he probably never met, had discovered his is it possible that the wanderer has met Winterreise poems and was busy in Vienna another archetypal stranger – a gleichgestimmte setting them to music. Seele – with whom he might share his story? Perhaps there is even a sense in which the

- 4 - hurdy-gurdy man is anyone and everyone who hears this sad and fathomless tale.

A haunting recording of this final song, sung in English in 1934 by the baritone Harry Plunket Green, was partly what inspired me to invite Jeremy Sams to create a modern English version of Winterreise. Singers of the pre-war generation often sang Lieder in translation, perhaps because communicating directly with the audience was thought to be as important as fidelity (or another kind of fidelity) to the composer’s original intentions. Something is always lost in translation, of course; but discoveries can be made too. Wilhelm Müller knew that – it was only through his translation of Marlowe’s play that Goethe came to know the story of Faust which inspired his own masterpiece. Haydn knew it too, when he composed The Creation so it could be sung in two languages. We hope this Winter Journey can offer English-speaking listeners a way to experience the story’s sense alongside the music’s sound with something of the same directness and immediacy that Schubert surely intended when he sat down at the piano in 1827 and sang these songs for the first time to his friends.

© Christopher Glynn

- 4 - - 5 - A Translator’s Note landscape into mindscape and pain into poetry. And most vitally, he squeezed music out of One of the joys of translation, and certainly its Schubert’s broken heart. greatest privilege, is to find oneself more like an author than a reader. You’re inside the room So our hero, even in 1827, is modern. An angry looking out, as it were. Which gives one, if not young man, an outsider. Nothing romantic here ownership, then a degree of empathetic insight – the babbling brooks are frozen solid, the fields into the creative process. Schubert’s two song of flowers are snowed under. There is an idealised cycles are a case in point. Plainly quite different linden tree (the stuff of Romantic landscape) works – and this difference begins (as all but he pointedly walks past it. That’s why, for songs do) with the poetry. In 1823 (Die Schöne me, his language has to be modern, detached, Müllerin) Schubert was coming to terms with straightforward – self-mocking, even. I’ve tried being ill – in 1827 (Winterreise) he knows the to avoid the inversions present in all kinds of illness will kill him. In Die Schöne Müllerin the verse, but particularly in song translations. Our poetry (and therefore the music) is contemplative, hero doesn’t meander or reflect backwards, he sometimes directionless and often obsessively presses on to the end of the line. Paramount repetitive. Winterreise is the opposite. There is for me is how the text sits on the music. If no aimless wandering. The hero doesn’t follow a occasionally I’ve re-invented or re-rendered the brook, he follows his own footsteps. It begins with original it is in search of the answer to what a disaster, a farewell from a lover gazumped by should be the translator’s only question – what a richer suitor. Whereafter our hero doesn’t muse, English text would have led to that music? like the Miller, he’s driven to a journey whose Achieving that, while respecting rhyme, stress, destination, like Schubert’s, is most likely death. and above all trying to find poetic meaning Winterreise is catastrophic, where Die Schöne in melodic and harmonic moments, is like Müllerin is often merely strophic. Müller’s verse a devilish game of four-dimensional chess. is jagged, terse and timeless. And its hero is Ultimately, maybe, impossible – but, I think, modern, political, urban. He curses the money- a worthy pursuit. grubbing middle-classes snoring in their feather beds. He is a free spirit, a visionary, who turns © Jeremy Sams

- 6 - WINTER JOURNEY What point is there in staying? This world was never mine 1 Good Night The rabid stray who’s kicked away I came here as a stranger Will howl and scratch and whine A stranger I depart But lovers never linger A summer full of flowers It’s better not to dwell And hope within my heart We’ve other worlds to conquer The maiden claimed she cared for me And other tales to tell I dared believed it so Yes love is like a journey Her family approved of me And so my love, farewell My hope began to grow Yes love is like a journey Now everything is darkness And so my love, farewell A wilderness of snow Now everything is darkness I’ll tiptoe past your window A wilderness of snow So you can slumber on I’ll close the gate so quietly The road was warm and welcoming You’ll hardly know I’ve gone When I arrived in May I’ll leave a farewell message Now deep in darkest winter I’ll nail it to the tree It’s hard to find my way So when you draw your curtains The moon has sent a friend to me I’ll know what you will see A flickering beam of light Yes when you wake you’ll read it I’m grateful for your company It says ‘remember me’ It’s lonely here, at night Yes when you wake you’ll read it But all you show is endless snow It says ‘remember me’ Just white on white on white My love, remember me But all you show is endless snow Just white on white on white

- 6 - - 7 - 2 The Weather Vane My teardrops, The weather vane on my darling’s house Is that really Is spinning, spinning wild and free The best that you can do? For just a moment, in my madness Simply to freeze, I swear that it was mocking me Like raindrops, Or feeble morning dew? I should have heeded what it was saying A warning sign for passers-by The tears my heart is weeping That in this house hearts are constantly changing Should boil and burn and glow That hope is a dream, that love is a lie One teardrop should be melting A winter’s worth of snow I see that winds of change are blowing One teardrop should be melting Not just on the roof, but deep inside A winter’s worth of snow Why give a damn what I am feeling? Your child is now a wealthy bride 4 Frozen Solid It has to be here somewhere Oh yes, the winds of change are blowing There has to be a trace Not just on the roof, but deep inside Of where we walked together Why give a damn what I am feeling? That pure and perfect place Why give a damn what I am feeling? It has to be here somewhere Your child is now a wealthy bride There has to be a trace Your child is now a wealthy bride Of where we walked together That pure and perfect place 3 Frozen Tears My frozen tears are falling If only burning kisses Are falling in the snow Could penetrate the snow How is it I’ve been weeping I’d melt it with my tears And didn’t even know? Till I saw the meadow And didn’t even know. That lies below

- 8 - - 9 - If only burning kisses The pain is frozen there Could penetrate the snow But God, should it start melting I’d melt it with my tears T’would be too much, too much to bear Till I saw the meadow Too much to bear That lies below 5 The Linden Tree Have all the flowers withered? I knew where I would find you Are all the roses dead? The tree I loved so well Where golden meadows flourished My guardian, my companion There’s ice and snow instead... In heaven and in hell Where golden meadows flourished It’s far too dark to read them There’s ice and snow instead... The names I carved so deep Have all the flowers withered? But when those names betrayed me Are all the roses dead ? It’s here I came to weep

I long to wipe my memory Tonight, though, I ignored you Of where and what we were. I stumbled blindly by But if that ache were silenced And even in the darkness Then who would sing of her? I closed a tearful eye I long to wipe my memory Of where and what we were. But still your leaves were whispering But if that ache were silenced They sang their siren song Then who would sing of her? ‘Come back to me and rest here For here’s where you belong’ Because my heart is frozen The pain is frozen there A bitter wind attacked me But God, should it start melting My hat flew to the ground T’would be too much, too much to bear I knew that you were calling Because my heart is frozen I didn’t turn around

- 8 - - 9 - And now you’re miles behind me To the place it all began Beloved linden tree To the place it all began Yet still I hear you calling ‘You’ll find your peace in me’ River flowing, twisting, turning Blithe and cheerful, free of care Yes now you’re miles behind me When you feel my teardrops burning Beloved linden tree Then you’ll know my love is there Yet still I hear you calling Then you’ll know that she is there ‘You’ll find your peace in me’ 7 On the River ‘You’ll find your peace in me’ All of your watery music Your rush and gush and boom 6 Life Cycle Have shuddered into silence Drop by drop my tears have fallen As silent as the tomb Guzzled by the thirsty snow Here’s the heat the cold has longed for Now ice as thick as granite All the weight of all my woe Has muted ev’ry sound All the weight of all my woe You’re lying cold and lifeless A corpse upon the ground Then when spring replaces winter Balmy breezes start to blow The perfect icy surface Then the ice begins to splinter To scratch her faithless name Then the streams begin to flow The date when first I met her Then the streams begin to flow The day, the hour I came And then the day of parting Thus a tear becomes a river The final date of all Let’s pursue it if we can With other dates on top of these Through the fields and past the houses A wild and whirling scrawl

- 10 - - 11 - My god The linden trees were so beguiling This frozen river With swallows whirling in the blue Is everything I know. But then two lovely eyes were smiling A cold unfeeling surface My friend that was the end of you With liquid fire below Yes then two lovely eyes were smiling My friend that was the end of you My god This frozen river I think of everything that happened Is everything I know. And then of how it was before A cold unfeeling surface If only I could turn the clock back With liquid fire below And stand before her house once more With liquid fire below I think of everything that happened 8 Turning Back And then of how it was before I swear that I’ll not turn around If only I could turn the clock back Not until the town’s a distant blur And stand before her house once more I swear that I’ll not turn my face If only I could turn the clock back Till there’s not a single trace of her And stand before her house once more But still the jagged rocks attack me They hack at me with angry teeth 9 Will-o’-the-wisp Sarcastic crows are Deep within some dark ravine Throwing snowballs and mocking as I pass beneath A ghostly flickering led me here Sarcastic crows are Where I am, or how I’ll leave here Throwing snowballs and mocking as I pass beneath That is very far from clear

My heart had quite a different feeling Life is made of flickering moments When first I saw this faithless town Ghostly fancies lead us on Then everything was bliss and birdsong There is joy, then there is sorrow A summer sun was burning down

- 11 - We endure them, then they’re gone That writhes and burns within you We endure them, then they’re gone Yes now at last you see the snake That writhes and burns within you I will take the dried-up riverbed It will lead me where it may q Dreaming of Spring Ev’ry stream leads to the ocean I dreamed of flowers in springtime Ev’ry sorrow fades away I dreamed of birds on the wing Ev’ry stream leads to the ocean I dreamed of beautiful meadows Ev’ry sorrow fades away Of hearing the cuckoo in spring Of hearing the cuckoo in spring 0 Rest At last I feel how tired I’ve been, But then the cock was crowing In every bone and sinew And I was jolted awake Despair and joy and stubbornness And cold and dark and lonely Had willed me to continue The morning began to break I stumbled blithely through the snow And cold and dark and lonely No sense of why or whither The morning began to break The winter showed me where to go The blizzard blew me hither. But I can still see flowers The winter showed me where to go Engraved on the window pane The blizzard blew me hither Yes I see leaves and flowers Engraved on the window pane This ruined hut will grant me rest You’d laugh at me if I told you And shelter from the weather You’d say I had gone insane My heart and I can count the cost You’d say I had gone insane Of what we’ve suffered together But now my heart, you feel the ache I dreamed of a lovely maiden Of every broken sinew I dreamed of perfect love Yes now at last you see the snake Of holding and of kissing

- 12 - - 13 - A vision of heaven above How dare the sun be shining ? A vision of heaven above How dare the sky be clear? When all the storms were raging But then the cock was crowing I felt less torment, less pain in here My heart was shaken awake And now I sit in silence How dare the sun be shining ? And wait for my heart to break How dare the sky be clear? And now I sit in silence When all the storms were raging And wait for my heart to break I felt less torment, less pain in here e I close my eyes so tightly The Post And try to dream again There’s a post horn sounding down the street I try to hold and kiss you So why on earth did you miss a beat, I try, but try in vain My heart, my heart? My dream is already fading So why on earth did you miss a beat, Like flowers on the window pane My heart, my heart? Like flowers on the window pane You know, there’ll be no post for you Stop pounding, like you always do w Loneliness My heart, my heart A calm and perfect morning A clear unruffled sky There won’t be any post for you Then suddenly, from nowhere My heart, my heart A cloud comes drifting by Stop pounding, like you always do That’s how I make my journey My heart, my heart Alone and free and proud The sky is blue and spotless You’re right it comes from ‘you-know-where’ And I’m the passing cloud And yes I have a sweetheart there My heart I used to have a sweetheart there

- 13 - My heart t The Crow My heart One lone crow has followed me Since my journey started Perhaps Circling round me, patiently You’d like to hitch a ride Almost tender-hearted To go and see the blushing bride My heart, my heart? Thank you I know you’d like to hitch a ride Good to know you’re here. My heart, my heart Here to reassure me. And go and see the blushing bride Promise, when the end is near My heart, my heart? You’ll be waiting for me… r The Grey Head Who knows when this road will end When I awoke at break of day Yet it will, for certain. The morning dew was freezing And you’ll stay my faithful friend My hair was flecked with white and grey Till the final curtain I found it somehow pleasing You will stay my faithful friend Till the final curtain But then the frost began to thaw And what I saw appalled me y Last Hope Not old and grizzled any more Here and there, some autumn leaves And years and years before me A flash of colour here and there And years and years before me When I see these autumn leaves In wonderment I stop and stare Such changes happen overnight Without the slightest warning Then I try to pick a favourite How strange that I’m not deathly-white One to pin my hopes upon This godforsaken morning Then the wind begins to shake it This godforsaken morning And I whisper ‘Please hold on!’

- 14 - - 15 - When I see my leaf is falling Dogs, do your work Why on earth should I be sad? And chase me from here Look at me, I’m also falling Growl as I pass Crying crying I do not belong here For every hope I had Crying crying Among the slumberers you’ll never find me For every hope I had My dreaming days they are far behind me Among the slumberers you’ll never find me u In the Village My dreaming days they are far behind me The guard-dogs are growling The night wind is howling i Stormy Morning But safe on their pillows The jagged forks of lightning The town is snoring Have ripped the sky in two The thunderclouds are boiling Tossing and turning A proper witches brew Secretly yearning A proper witches brew! Longing for something Less empty, less boring The clouds collide together But all their dreams will vanish come morning A crash of black and red It’s just the kind of weather Sleep on That’s raging in my head Sleep on There’s really no harm in dreaming I love the mad confusion In planning In everything I see In scheming It’s winter pure and simple In hopeless, in vainly hoping It’s winter pure and simple You have to forgive them Untameable and free! You have to forgive them It’s their way of coping

- 15 - o A Mirage Every highway has a signpost A light is winking in the sky Showing travellers where to go And I’m prepared to believe the lie But I don’t where I’m bound for I know he’s leading me astray And I’ll never ever know But make-believe he’ll show the way But I don’t where I’m bound for And I’ll never ever God, this despair will never end Never ever know If I am happy to pretend That in this hell of snow and ice Nonetheless I have a signpost I’ve seen a glimpse of paradise It is fixed inside my mind A loving home that waits for me And it shows the road to travel A home, a wife, a fantasy.... And road I left behind And the road I left behind p The Fingerpost Why do I avoid the highways Nonetheless I have a signpost That the other travellers tread? It is fixed inside my mind I prefer the mountain pathways And it shows the road to travel Taking secret roads instead And road I left behind I prefer the mountain pathways And the road I left behind Taking secret roads Yes secret roads instead a No Room at the Inn I came across a graveyard What offence have I committed ? As I went on my way Or what murder have I done? And suddenly it struck me What insanity compels me ‘The perfect place to stay’ To hide from everyone? Those wreaths, they could be inn-signs Adorning every tomb

- 16 - - 17 - ‘Come in you weary travellers Keep on singing come what may Come in, there’s lots of room ‘ Triumph or disaster There’s no God on earth today ‘What, all the rooms are taken? Man alone is master No place to lay my head? I’m broken, I’m exhausted d Three Suns Half living, and half dead’ Three suns were shining in the skies I stopped and stared and rubbed my eyes You cruel-hearted landlord Yet still they shone, unflinchingly You’re showing me the door? As if to say they belonged to me Then onwards ever onwards Let’s take the road once more Oh please find somewhere else to shine Then onwards ever onwards You’re someone else’s suns, not mine I’ll take the road once more Not long ago I too had three But two no longer shine on me s Courage I wish the third no longer shone Let the blizzard do its worst Now all my light and hope is gone I will stride before it Let my heart with sorrow burst f The Hurdy-gurdy Man I will just ignore it By the open road a hurdy-gurdy man I will sing and stop my ears With his frozen fingers plays as best he can Should my heart start pining Dogs are barking round him Drowning all my useless tears People come and go What’s the point in whining ? Still he plays his music Shivering in the snow Keep on singing – come what may Still he plays his music Triumph or disaster Shivering in the snow There’s no God on earth today Man alone is master

- 17 - Though he’s old and broken RODERICK WILLIAMS Though his feet are bare No one seems to notice Roderick Williams encompasses a wide repertoire, No one seems to care from baroque to contemporary music, in the opera Everyone ignores house, on the concert platform and in recital. The saucer at his feet Just another madman He enjoys relationships with all the major UK Standing in the street opera houses. He has also sung world premieres Just another madman of operas by, among others, David Sawer, Sally Standing in the street Beamish, Michael van der Aa, and Alexander Knaifel. I must journey onwards Will you come along? Play your broken music To my broken song.

Poems by Wilhelm Müller, translated by Jeremy Sams

- 18 - - 19 - Roderick Williams has sung concert repertoire Consort, Philharmonic Orchestra, City with all the BBC orchestras, and many other of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra, Cincinnati ensembles including the Royal Scottish National Symphony, Music of the Baroque Chicago, Orchestra, the Philharmonia, London Sinfonietta, Virginia Arts Festival, BBC Proms, Melbourne Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra, the Symphony Orchestra, Berlin Philharmonic Hallé, Britten Sinfonia, Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra, Orchestra of the Age of and Scottish Chamber Orchestra. Abroad he has Enlightenment as well as many recitals and worked with the Berlin Philharmonic, Deutsches concerts in the UK and worldwide. Symphonie-Orchester Berlin, Russian National Orchestra, Orchestre Philharmonique de Radio He is also an accomplished recital artist who France, Ensemble Orchestral de Paris, Accademia can be heard at venues and festivals including Nazionale di Santa Cecilia in Rome and Bach , Kings Place, LSO St Luke’s, the Collegium Japan amongst others. His many Perth Concert Hall, Oxford Lieder Festival, London festival appearances include the BBC Proms Song Festival, the Musikverein, Vienna and appears (including the Last Night in 2014), Edinburgh, regularly on BBC Radio 3 both as a performer and Cheltenham, Aldeburgh and Melbourne. a presenter. In 2017/18 he will perform all three Schubert Cycles at the Wigmore Hall. Recent opera engagements include Oronte in Charpentier’s Medée, Don Alfonso / Cosi fan His numerous recordings include Vaughan Tutte and Pollux /Castor and Pollux for English Williams, Berkeley and Britten operas for Chandos National Opera, Toby Kramer in Van der Aa’s and an extensive repertoire of English song Sunken Garden in the Netherlands Lyon and with pianist Iain Burnside for Naxos. Roderick London, Van der Aa’s After Life at Melbourne Williams is also a composer and has had works State Theatre, Sharpless in Madama Butterfly premiered at the Wigmore and Barbican Halls, for the Nederlandse Reisopera, the title roles the Purcell Room and live on national radio. of Eugene Onegin for and for Opera North. Recent and future He was Artistic Director of Leeds Lieder in April concert engagements include concerts with the 2016 and won the RPS Singer award in May Rias Kammerchor, Seoul Philharmonic, Gabrieli 2016. He was awarded an OBE in June 2017.

- 19 - CHRISTOPHER GLYNN

Christopher Glynn is an award-winning pianist and accompanist, working with leading singers, instrumentalists and ensembles in concerts, broadcasts and recordings throughout the world. He is also Artistic Director of the Ryedale Festival, programming around 60 events each year in the many beautiful and historic venues of Ryedale, North Yorkshire.

Described by The Times as having ‘beauties and insights aplenty’ and praised in Gramophone for his ‘breathtaking sensitivity’, Chris has performed in recital with singers including Sir , John Mark Ainsley, Sophie Bevan, Claire Booth, Susan Bullock, Allan Clayton, Sophie Daneman, Bernarda Fink, Michael George, Anthony Rolfe Johnson, Christiane Karg, , Yvonne Kenny, Jonathan Lemalu, Dame Felicity Lott, Christopher Maltman, Mark Padmore, Rowan Pearce, Joan Rodgers, Kate Royal, Kathryn Rudge, Toby Spence, Michael Spyres, , Sir John Tomlinson, Robin Chris was born in Leicester and read music as Tritschler, Ailish Tynan, Roderick Williams, organ scholar at New College, Oxford, before Elizabeth Watts and many others. He also studying piano with John Streets in France and works regularly with many well-known Malcolm Martineau at the Royal Academy of instrumentalists and chamber ensembles, and Music. Since making his debut at Wigmore Hall in with choirs including The Sixteen. 2001, he has performed in major concert venues

- 20 - - 21 - and festivals throughout Europe, North America and Asia, with highlights including performances at Carnegie Hall, Edinburgh and Aldeburgh Festivals, and the BBC Proms. Chris has made over 20 CD recordings and is regularly heard on BBC Radio 3. He is a Professor at the Royal Academy of Music and his many awards include the accompaniment prize in the 2001 competition, the 2003 Gerald Moore award, the 2002 Geoffrey Parsons prize and a Grammy Award.

- 21 - Christopher Glynn and Roderick Williams in St Silas Church, Kentish town during recording sessions for this disc. Image © Dave Rowell.

- 22 - - 23 - The Winter Journey translations were commissioned by Christopher Glynn for the Ryedale Festival and first performed there on 25th July 2016.

Recorded in St Silas Church, Kentish Town from 13-15 February 2017 Producer and Editor – Nicholas Parker Recording Engineer – Dave Rowell

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WINTER JOURNEY FRANZ Schubert’s Winterreise D.911 in

an English version

by Jeremy Sams WINTER JOURNEY JOURNEY WINTER

1 Goodnight [5.53] t The Crow [1.54] 2 The Weather Vane [1.47] y Last Hope [2.06] 3 Frozen Tears [2.41] u In the Village [3.18] 4 Frozen Solid [3.08] i Stormy Morning [0.52] 5 The Linden Tree [4.46] o A Mirage [1.21] 6 Life Cycle [4.16] p The Fingerpost [4.16] WILLIAMS / GLYNN 7 On the River [3.34] a No Room at the Inn [4.23] 8 Turning Back [2.08] s Courage [1.32] GLYNN / WILLIAMS 9 Will-o’-the-wisp [2.39] d Three Suns [2.48] 0 Rest [3.27] f The Hurdy-gurdy Man [4.03] q Dreaming of Spring [4.00] w Loneliness [3.10] Total timings: [73.20] e The Post [2.17] r

WINTER JOURNEY The Grey Head [3.02]

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