From the mid 1960's, he was part of the Schönberg Ensemble, the powerhouse of new music where so many composers and musicians came together from all over Europe. De Leeuw knew everyone and put the right people in touch with each other. He taught a lot, influencing whole new generations of composers and performers. In 1974, he became its public face as chief conductor, and continued after its merger with the equally innovative ASKO Ensemble in 2008. It's almost impossible to overestimate the influence of these ensembles on the reception and indeed the creation of new music. Nor was it "just" music - De Leeuw understood the social implications of works like Louis Andriessen's De Staat, so much a symbol of its time and its values of common endeavour. As a specialist in modern music he conducted many other orchestras, including the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra, Amsterdam, and was a leading peesence in festivals like the Holland Festival and the Dutch National Opera. Yet, above all, he will best be remembered for the support he gave to others. For example, he played a pivotal role in reviving interest in the music of Galina Ustvolskaya, too radical and individual to be fully appreciated in the Soviet Union. At last, aged nearly 90, she found interpreters who understood her! (See link to the documentary here).
In recent years, De Leeuw's own music has had something of a revival,too. He's had two high profile Proms, featuring his Abschied (1973) and Der nächtliche Wanderer from 40 years later. Of the latter, I wrote in 2016 :"Der nächtliche Wanderer begins with the sound of a dog, barking in the distance : a warning. From a background of low, rumbling sounds, a viola emerges, tentatively probing its way. As the chords stretch, they're illuminated by flashes of sparkling light. A sense of circular movement yet also of stillness. Muffled drums beat and the large string section creates an elliptical swirl of sound. Small quiet sounds, deliberately elusive, contrasting with the broad sweep in the strings and rising, angular figures in the brass, themselves interrupted by clicking sounds. In this dream, how the sounds are made is less material than what we might think they are. Tension mounts. Bells call out, tolling with hollow hardness. "
"Whirling, rushing figures, then silence broken by dull thuds. This quiet interlude is surprisingly beautiful, suggesting not just the moon but the infinite darkness beyond. This time, the viola emerges playing a kind of melody which I found poetic and very moving. This time the melody continues, its tessitura rising higher and higher til it suddenly breaks over, hovering in a sense beyond our ears. Then, from the quietness, flashes emerge and oscillating figures. Do we hear distant trumpets playing in cacophony? Frantic tumult: a panic attack in music, yet deftly, carefully orchestrated and performed. Der nächtliche Wanderer begins with the sound of a dog, barking in the distance : a warning. From a background of low, rumbling sounds, a viola emerges, tentatively probing its way. As the chords stretch, they're illuminated by flashes of sparkling light. A sense of circular movement yet also of stillness. Muffled drums beat and the large string section creates an elliptical swirl of sound. Small quiet sounds, deliberately elusive, contrasting with the broad sweep in the strings and rising, angular figures in the brass, themselves interrupted by clicking sounds. In this dream, how the sounds are made is less material than what we might think they are. Tension mounts. Bells call out, tolling with hollow hardness.
A quiet interlude is surprisingly beautiful, suggesting not just the moon but the infinite darkness beyond. This time, the viola emerges playing a kind of melody which I found poetic and very moving. This time the melody continues, its tessitura rising higher and higher til it suddenly breaks over, hovering in a sense beyond our ears. Then, from the quietness, flashes emerge and oscillating figures. Do we hear distant trumpets playing in cacophony? Frantic tumult: a panic attack in music, yet deftly, carefully orchestrated and performed.
Cymbals crash: are we in the the throes of a death struggle ? Distorted moans from the strings. More thoughtful contemplation, from which a disembodied man's voice emerges, whispering the text of the poem The orchestra surges to life, sprightly dancing figures and animated swirls of sound, woodblocks and searching chords. This time, though, the mood is more confident. When the bells ring this time they sound present and bright, and the woodwinds play a passage that reminded me of the viola melody., especially when joined by the strings evoking the passage with rising tessitura. Perhaps De Leeuw's wanderer has woken, wiser? De Leeuw's Der nächtliche Wanderer reminds me of Der Leiermann in Winterreise,which heralds change, but one which is elusively equivocal. "
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