As Henry Gosse pointed out in the Preface of A Naturalist’s Rambles on the Devonshire
Coast, Natural History is not only about plants and animals but also their
surroundings. This landscape provides us with inspiration and some talented individuals
are able to convey their feelings about it in words and pictures. However, it
is music inspired by landscape which seems to have the most effect on the
emotions (or is that just how it appears to me?).
Since I was a child, I have loved George Butterworth’s The Banks of Green Willow and, if you
don’t know the piece, you can hear it at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlXE1152dyc
The composer described it as an idyll and its two main themes are from folk
songs, so it has a pastoral underpinning. What goes through your mind when you
listen to the music? For me, there are images of streams and rivers, of village
life and perhaps even cricket on the green (apologies to readers outside the
British Commonwealth for that allusion). It’s deeply comforting and we are each
likely to have our own recollections prompted by the music.
Butterworth collected folk songs and, as a leading figure in
the English Folk Dance and Song Society, was also a keen dancer. With Cecil
Sharp and others, he learned many dances by visiting villages and local
celebrations, appreciating their musical accompaniment as well as the intricate
moves involved. There’s something about folk tunes that brings a strong link to
their geographical origins and this applies to the folk music of many cultures
but, as Michael Barlow states in Whom the
Gods Love, Butterworth was “very much a man of the English countryside”. Just like his good friend Ralph Vaughan
Williams.
Although music played a very important role in his life,
Butterworth was also a gifted sportsman and a man of principle, partly from his
character and partly through his education at Eton and Oxford (where his
academic performance in Classics dwindled as he spent more and more time on
music). He was a born leader and was awarded the Military Cross in the First
World War for commanding a Company of the Durham Light Infantry after their Captain
had been wounded and could not continue in command. George Butterworth was
killed by a sniper’s bullet fired into a trench in the Somme early in the
morning of 5th August 1916, less than a month after his 31st birthday. The sense
of horror arising from this violent death in a First World War trench could not
be further removed from all the feelings engendered by listening to The Banks of Green Willow. It's so sad.
Michael Barlow (1997) Whom
the Gods Love: The Life and Music of George Butterworth. Toccata Press: London.
I found your page off of a Google search of Butterworth. I'm currently doing a research project on George, and several weeks ago I decided to check out some of his orchestral works (I've been familiar with his compositions for baritone for a while). They are indeed beautiful, and his story is tragic. Thank you for sharing your appreciation for Butterworth with others!
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