Sergei
Prokofiev (1891-1953)- Symphony no. 1, op.
25 Prokofiev’s
“Classical Symphony” looks both backwards and forwards; backwards to the
classical model of Haydnesque orchestration and form, and forward to a new
musical genre: neo-classicism. The Classical model places great importance
on proper courtly manners, symetrical and logically layed-out proportions,
and clear contrasts. Classical symphonies are also differentied with their
smaller orchestrations and shorter durations when compared with their
Romantic counterparts. As the 19th century drew on, the symphony
grew larger, longer, more harmonically complex, and more laden with
historical pressure, culminating in the 60-80 minute symphonies of Gustav
Mahler. But as the century turned, this explosion reached its limits and
died down. A new ideology took hold—longing for the refreshing simplicity
of a bygone era—touted by people who were sick of Romantic bombast and
over-the-top emotionalism. This conscious (and therefore somewhat ironic)
return to “innocence” can be seen in painting, architecture, and in music in
pieces such as Ravel’s Tombeau de Couperin (1918), Stravinsky’s
Pulcinella (1919) and of course, Prokofiev’s First Symphony, the
Classical Symphony (1917).
Another irony lies in the
contemporary historical circumstances during which the symphony was
composed; 1917 was also the year of the Bolshevik Revolution. Prokofiev came
from a well-to-do family and was threatened by the communist uprising. He
fled St. Petersburg, hid in the Caucaus Mountains, and had one of his most
productive years of composition. (He also composed his first violin concert,
two piano concertos, a set of pieces called Fugitive Visions, and a
cantata.) While the revolutionaries were looking forward to radical
changes, Prokofiev, in what might have been a sly political statement, was
lookng backwards to the 18th century.
“Were Haydn still alive,”
Prokofiev asserted, “he'd compose basically the same way, with a few
amendments to his style” These “few amendments” make a world of difference
to an experienced listener. While even the most well-versed musicians might
confuse the music of Haydn with Mozart’s, nobody should confuse Haydn with
Prokofiev, even in his self-titled Classical Symphony. Prokofiev
exaggereates the thematic contrasts and courtly demeanour to the point of
absurdity. Like much of Haydn, it is humorous, but not in the same clever
way. Prokofiev uses harmonic progressions that would be highly unlikely in
the 18th century, and the technical instrumental difficulty level
(intentional or not) would also never be found in a Haydn symphony.
Prokofiev was probably aware that his symphony would never pass for Haydn.
The “neo-” in “neoclassicsm” comes through a lot in this symphony, which
gives it a unique sound. It is likely that even if Prokofiev tried his best
to sound like Haydn, he was too genuine of an artist to completely shed his
own personal style. And at 26 years of age, he probably still lacked the
compositional techinique to sound like Haydn. All that being said, the
symphony is still enjoyable without knowing any of this facsinating
history—it is full of charm, passion, virtuosity, and energy.
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