Roger Scruton hails the glorious achievements of the English composers, and their role in idealising the gentleness of the English arcadia — so loathed by our liberal elite
The English have always loved music, joining chamber groups, orchestras, operas and choirs just as soon as they can put two notes together. But it was not until Elgar that a distinctive national voice was heard in the concert hall. The Enigma Variations and Sea Pictures marked a turning-point in our musical culture: complete mastery of romantic polyphony, without the teutonic stodge of Parry and Stanford. This, at last, was the sound of modern England: gentle, nostalgic, an organic growth from a deeply settled landscape where many generations had been quietly at home.
While London audiences were being moved to tears by the noble pathos of Elgar’s first symphony and violin concerto — the latter the equal of any in the repertoire — other musicians, less great but in their way just as talented, were wandering the cathedral closes and green lanes of Old England, in search of the people’s voice.
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