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(# Introduction And Allegro)

(Huw Wheldon) When Elgar was a boy,
he spent hours on his own,

riding on his father's pony
along the ridges of the Malvern Hills.

Elgar was born in 1857
in the shadow of the hills

which were to have such an influence
on his music all through his life.

There was little enough
in his circumstances to suggest

the future Sir Edward Elgar,
Master of the King's Music.

He grew up in Worcester,
a stuffy enough place in those days,

a place for the rich and the well-to-do
and the Elgars were neither.

Their social status was clear.

They were a lower middle class family.

Elgar's father kept a little music shop
in the high street.

By trade, he was a piano tuner.

Elgar was almost entirely self-taught.

(# Haydn: Trumpet Concerto)

His teachers were the books and instruments
lying about in the shop.

He was one those people to whom
playing an instrument came naturally.

He said later
that his knowledge of orchestration

was founded on these childhood experiences.

(Bell tolls)

The family lived above the shop,
Father, Mother and five children,

all musical.

They had musical evenings twice a week.

Elgar's first known composition
was a song he wrote

for his sister Lucy to sing
on her 21st birthday.

He was 15.

He wrote the words as well as the music

and it was called
The Language Of Flowers.

# The rose is a sign of joy and love

# Young blushing love in its earliest dawn

# And the mildness
that suits the gentle dove

# From the myrtle's snowy flower
is drawn

# And the mildness that suits
the gentle dove

# From the myrtle's snowy flower
is drawn #

He wrote music for everybody
in the household,

including a two-part fugue which he wrote
for a lodger who played the violin

and for his brother Frank,
who played the oboe.

This was an academic exercise

but there was no question of his going
to any academy or university

and at 15 or 16 he started to serve
behind the counter at his father's shop.

He became a high-spirited
and very boisterous young man.

much given to what he called Japes -

dressing up and Jumping out of trees
onto the backs of his friends and so on.

(Choir) # O salutaris... #

On Sundays he played the organ
at a Catholic church.

He was born and bred a Roman Catholic

and it was no accident that the motets
and anthems he wrote for this church

are the first works which reveal the note
of an independent musical mind

in the making.

# Hostilia

# Da robur, fer auxilium

# Bella premunt hostilia

# Da robur, fer auxilium

# Auxilium... #

(# Polka)

He also took up small-time conducting.

His first official conducting appointment

was with the band
of the local Powick Lunatic Asylum,

for whom he also wrote the music.

Elgar walked the three miles to the asylum
twice a week for seven years.

For every quadrille and polka,
he was paid five shillings.

For accompaniments to the black and white
minstrel songs then in fashion,

he got one and six.

Serious composing was still a dream.

By now, he was becoming
much in demand as a music teacher

and what with that
and his bold good looks,

he cut quite a dashing figure.

With four friends,
he formed a serenading group.

Elgar wrote the music
and played the bassoon

and they played
either for their own amusement

or in a mildly flirtatious way
to young women of their acquaintance.

(# Minuet)

In 1886, when he was 29,

Elgar met the woman
who was to transform his life.

For ten years, his horizon had been
firmly bounded by the Malvern hills,

he was full of music and full of ambition

but somehow lacked the drive
to cut himself loose.

Miss. Roberts was to change all this.

Caroline Alice was her name

and she was a maJor-general's daughter.

Eight years older than Elgar, she'd taken
lessons on the piano from him

and like many pupils before her,
she fell in love with him.

She'd brought up in a family
dedicated to the ideal of service

but hitherto, her life, though earnest,
had seemed purposeless.

Now she'd found a cause,
and a worthy one at that.

She would marry Elgar
and make him a great composer.

(# Salut d'Amour)

Her influence on Elgar's music
was immediate.

This piece, Salut d'Amour, was written by Elgar
as an engagement present for her.

(# Orchestra playing Salut d'Amour)

"We rode up to the Beacon on donkeys,"
Elgar wrote on a postcard.

"Never have I been so happy."

"I must tell you,"
he wrote to another friend,

"what a dear, loving companion I have

"and how sweet everything seems

"and how understandable
existence seems to have grown. "

It was a long and difficult courtship.

Alice had the hostility of her family
to contend with.

They disapproved violently of her
marrying this music teacher

with his boisterous ways
and his dubious prospects

who was, moreover, a tradesman's son
and a Roman Catholic.

Against all opposition,
they were finally married in 1889.

He was 32 and she was 40

and she was immediately disinherited
by her family.

They spent their honeymoon placidly
at Ventnor on the Isle of Wight.

Elgar gave up all his teaching Jobs
in Worcestershire

and full of hopes for the future,
they set out for London.

Their plan, Mrs. Elgar's plan,
was to finish with music teaching

and concentrate on composing.

But London in 1890 was not impressed
by Mr. Elgar from Worcester.

At his wife's suggestion, he brought with
him a whole portfolio of compositions

salon music mostly, like Salut d'Amour,

and these he sent off
to a dozen different publishers.

There was little he could do,
except sit back and wait

and as the manuscripts were returned
with a deadening regularity,

their optimism slowly drained away.

It was an anxious time.

There was no income coming in
and they couldn't afford their lease.

Mrs. Elgar was now pregnant

and couldn't conceal her anxiety
and depression from her diary.

All her plans were coming to nothing.

At long last, a chance came his way.

Elgar was invited to rehearse one of his
pieces with a big London orchestra.

If it was liked, it would be performed
at one of the Promenade concerts

which were held in those days
at Covent Garden.

It was a turning point.

(# Fast waltz)

Elgar arrived at the Opera House

but had to wait until the orchestra
had finished its routine rehearsal.

He'd been waiting for some time when
an official came down to speak to him.

It seemed that the great Sir Arthur Sullivan
had arrived unexpectedly

and wanted to run through
a few things with the orchestra,

so there was no question
Mr. Elgar's music being tried out,

he was really so sorry, so very sorry.

He became ill as well as depressed.

He suffered a good deal
from a septic wisdom tooth

and his eyes began to give him trouble
which was to last all his life.

He went to as many concerts as he could

and practiced the violin
for many hours a day

but recognition as a composer
did not come.

Desperate for work,
he advertised in the London press

offering himself
as a teacher of violin and orchestration.

He didn't get a single reply.

Mrs. Elgar was no happier

and she was forced to sell some of her
own bits and pieces of Jewelry.

It was a sacrifice
and it wasn't enough to keep them warm.

"The winter here has been truly awful,"
wrote Elgar.

"The fogs are terrifying
and make us very ill.

"Yesterday all day and today until two
we've been in a sort of yellow darkness. "

Mrs. Elgar noted in her diary,
"This was the coldest day I have ever felt."

It was the last day of 1890.

"I could have died with the cold."

There was only one thing to do
and that was to cut their losses.

The house to let sign went up
on their home in West Kensington

and the Elgars,
disillusioned and despondent,

went back to Worcestershire.

(# Introduction And Allegro)

There was no pony any more
but Elgar bought himself a bike

and despite all setbacks,
almost certainly felt an enormous relief.

Elgar's head was still full
of great orchestral themes,

not one of which he'd so far
ever heard played.

"My idea is that there is music in the air,
music all round me, " he once said.

"I do all my composing in the open.
At home, all I have to do is write it down. "

They re-established themselves in Malvern
and Elgar went back to teaching.

The long climb to recognition
began once more.

Life was dull, provincial and frustrating,

teaching schoolgirls to play the violin

and conducting amateurs
in poky choirs and orchestras.

After the birth of their daughter,
his wife was always by his side.

She played the piano
at his music lessons,

kept the accounts and neglected
no occasion to push her husband forward.

She was absolutely determined
that he should be a success.

While Elgar himself was full of doubt
about his chances of getting a hearing,

she remained quietly
and relentlessly persistent.

She wrote to music publishers,

corrected the proofs
of such little pieces as he got accepted

and even ruled out the music staves
on plain paper

because they couldn't afford
the proper manuscript.

She forced him to work
where it would have been easy to give up.

The music began to flow

and in the Serenade For Strings, written to
celebrate their third wedding anniversary,

it was a new and richer stream of melody
than ever before.

(# Serenade - Larghetto)

In the year that he composed
the Serenade For Strings,

Elgar took a Job as a violinist
at the Three Choirs Festival

because, as he wrote in his diary, "I could
obtain no recognition as a composer. "

Four years later, and he was 39 by now,
public recognition still hadn't come.

His background, his lack of connections
and his religion were all against him.

Perhaps it was his wife who suggested
a new line of attack, who knows,

but in the spring of 1897, working,
of all places, in a bell tent

that had belonged to his father-in-law,
the maJor-general,

he composed an Imperial March in honor
of Queen Victoria's diamond Jubilee.

(# Imperial March)

For some reason, this march,
now virtually forgotten,

immediately caught the public imagination
in that Jubilee year.

It was played here, there and everywhere.

It reflected the buoyant high spirits
and the appetite for imperial glory

that were very much part
of Elgar's complicated make-up.

It was frankly popular music
and it matched the mood of the day.

The Imperial March was a success.

It brought a passing glory
but brought nothing in the way of hard cash.

Nevertheless, money or no money,
he went on composing.

He rented a little cottage
which looked out onto the Malvern Hills

and this was to be his powerhouse
for the next ten years.

Here he wrote Caractacus,
the Enigma Variations

and in 1900, The Dream of Gerontius.

They went without fires for 12 months
while he was composing it.

The text was a poem
by Cardinal Newman

which Elgar had been given
on his wedding day.

It tells of the death of Gerontius
and the experiences of his spirit

on its way to his God.

Elgar was moved by it
to compose as never before.

"This is what I hear all day,"
he wrote in a letter.

"The trees are singing my music -
or have I sung theirs?"

He worked fast,
always composing in the open air,

writing it down at night,
turning his mind from public pomp

towards the private agony and ecstasy
of a worldly soul in purgatory and beyond.

It was an intensely visionary
and an intensely Catholic work

and Elgar was in no doubt
about its stature.

"This is the best of me," he wrote,
quoting Ruskin at the end of the score.

"For the rest I ate, I drank, I slept,
I loved, I hated as another,

"my life was a vapor and is not

"but this is what I saw and know.

"This, if anything of mine,
is worth your memory. "

(Tenor) # Sanctus

# Fortis

# Sanctus Deus

# De profundis

# Oro te

# Misere

#Judex meus

# Mortis, mortis

# In discrimine #

"This, if anything, is worth your memory,"
he'd said

but the first performance of Gerontius
was a disaster.

"I have worked hard for 40 years

"and at the last, Providence denies me
a decent hearing of my work. "

It was left to Germany and the Germans
to confirm

what Mrs. Elgar had been saying for 12 years -
England had a great composer.

Elgar's music was suddenly discovered

by the famous German conductor
Hans Richter.

Gerontius was performed in Düsseldorf

in the presence of the composer
and his wife.

A terrific German enthusiasm
suddenly flared up,

culminating in a speech
by Richard Strauss, the composer,

who hailed Elgar as
"the first modern genius of English music."

The Elgars were inveterate
postcard writers

and their postcards to their daughter
at home told of triumph after triumph.

"Most splendid evening. " "Beautiful
performance received with rapture. "

"Father shouted for again and again."

"So glad to have your letter,
weather dreadful.

"A great dinner here today and a great
supper during the festival this evening.

"At rehearsal they cheered and cheered.
Wish you were here. Much love. "

"Delighted to tell you
performance glorious.

"Last evening, the audience was
quite astounded. I am so thankful.

"We had a delightful supper party.
Not back until 1:30. "

At last, Elgar had arrived,
and with a bang

but only in Germany.

(# "Enigma" Variations - Theme)

Back home with his daughter,
Elgar took up kite flying

and as usual,
went headlong into a new hobby.

His friends were worried about his career

but he was to confound them
by using their very doubts and worries,

their personal characters, as material for
a set of Variations On An Original Theme

and it was these "Enigma" Variations
that finally got him recognized in England.

The character of Caroline Alice, his wife,
inspired the first of the variations.

Richard Arnold, son of Matthew Arnold,
solemn and witty by turns,

provided another,

as did Basil Nevison, cello player
and devoted friend of the composer.

A bulldog belonging to the organist
of Hereford Cathedral

was the subJect of a fourth.

There were 13 all told but the character
which emerged most strongly throughout,

the key to the enigma perhaps,

was Edward Elgar himself,
confident and masterful.

(# Enigma Variations - Finale: E.D.U.)

(# Pomp And Circumstance March № 1)

What had happened so sensationally
in Germany

was now happening in England.

Almost overnight, the unknown Mr. Elgar
became the great Sir Edward Elgar.

Within three years, he was firmly
established as a maJor international figure.

His portrait was hung in Windsor Castle,
he hobnobbed with kings.

The great roll-call of honors started.

He was to be honored by universities,
academies and states all over the world.

"He deserves all these honors,"
wrote Sir Hubert Parry.

"In his music he has reached
to the hearts of the people. "

(# Pomp And Circumstance March № 1)

"The triumph is yours as well as his,"

Elgar's nearest friend told Lady Elgar.

On the face of it,
she now had all that she wanted.

From their big new house in Hereford,

Elgar could live the life
of a country gentleman.

But success having come,
Elgar was not happy.

Behind the facade of new prosperity,
there was a constant worry about money.

The house, as usual,
was bigger than they could afford,

his illnesses became chronic

and his inspiration came only
in fits and starts.

"I see nothing in the future," he wrote,
"but a black stone wall

"against which I am longing
to dash my head. "

To his wife he talked sometimes
of suicide.

By turns boisterous and lugubrious,
impulsive and reserved,

he drew apart from the world.

One extraordinary method of withdrawal
this time was into a new hobby,

a sort of do-it-yourself chemistry.

He tried to make a new kind of soap

and actually did invent
and take out a patent

for a thing called the
Elgar Sulphurated Hydrogen Apparatus.

(Bubbling and gurgling)

Yet these were the years
of Elgar's finest works.

The symphonies, the Violin Concerto,
Falstaff and the rest.

Side by side with these schoolboy pranks
and black despairs,

there was a deep faith in humanity.

"There is no program
in my music, " he said,

"beyond a wide experience of human life

"with a great charity and love
and a massive hope in the future. "

Three years later, in 1910,
he was much less hopeful.

The period was opulent
but he'd become anxious and uneasy.

"These times are cruel and gloomy."

He'd come to see himself increasingly
as a kind of poet laureate of music

and in his second symphony,
he'd originally set out

to celebrate the idea of monarchy.

But with the death of Edward VII

and his own mounting feelings of anxiety,
it became an elegy,

charged with what W.B. Yeats called,
"Elgar's heroic melancholy,"

an elegy for the passing of an age
and a warning.

It was as if he sensed disaster in the air.

"We walk," he said, "like ghosts."

(# Symphony №. 2 - Second Movement,
Moderato And Maestoso)

(# Pomp And Circumstance March № 2)

In 1914, the tensions were released

and a song which Elgar had written in
one of his popular, exuberant moods,

in 1901 at the time of the Boer War,

became a rallying call to a nation.

Elgar was delighted.

"I look on the composer's Job," he once said,
"as the old troubadours did.

"In those days, it was no disgrace

"for a man to be turned on
to step in front of an army

"and inspire them with a song.

"For my part, I know
that there are a lot of people

"who like to celebrate events with music.

"To these people, I have given tunes."

(# Land Of Hope And Glory)

"A tune like this only comes
once in a lifetime, " he once said.

He was proud of his marches.

The words, however, were not his

and he disapproved,
they were too Jingoistic.

There was to come a time
when Elgar could no longer bear

what had virtually become
a second national anthem.

There was a terrible irony

in having a march written
in the dashing, glinting days of 1900

used as a battle hymn
against the nation he loved so much,

used almost as an accompaniment to the
growing horror of the First World War.

(# Land Of Hope And Glory)

As the gates of Armageddon opened
in France,

Elgar, too old to serve,
left London for Sussex

and turned to chamber music,
to sonatas and quintets.

Nothing however could sever
the public's association of Elgar

with his Boer War marching song

and the irony, to a man who had sensed
the disaster to come and felt its impact,

became abominable.

(Cheering)

The relief of the Armistice
was not shared by Elgar.

During the early fighting,
he'd written various patriotic pieces

but fewer and fewer
as the war dragged on.

Now, in 1918, Laurence Binyon invited
him to write an anthem for peace.

He refused point blank.

Official music had become
an abomination.

He had rented a cottage
in the middle of a wood

and in 1919, he put all his sadness
and his desolation into a cello concerto,

his last great work.

(# Cello Concerto -
First Movement: Moderato)

In 1920, came the deepest grief of all,

the death, quite suddenly,
of his wife, Alice.

(# Bach orch. Elgar -
Fantasia And Fugue In C minor)

He put their London home in shrouds
and lived in a corner of the house.

He buried all his honors
in his wife's coffin.

He composed nothing,

his only musical activity being to arrange
a Bach organ work for full orchestra.

He turned now not to chemistry
but to biology,

kept three microscopes
on an unused billiards table

and got some kind of solace from
the cold and abstract patterns of life

thus revealed.

# Land of hope and glory

# Mother of the free... #

In 1924, he was called on
to conduct his music

at the royal opening
of the Wembley Empire Exhibition.

#... who are born of thee?

# Wider still and wider... #

Elgar had planned to perform
some new music,

"but the King," he wrote,
"insists on Land Of Hope.

"Music is dying fast in this country.

"Everything seems so hopelessly
and irredeemably vulgar at court. "

The whole clatter and bang of Wembley
he found intolerable.

(# Land Of Hope And Glory)

He described his feelings
during the royal parade.

"I was in the middle
of the enormous stadium

"surrounded by all
the ridiculous court program,

"aeroplanes circling over,
loudspeakers, amplifiers,

"all mechanical and horrible,

"no soul, no romance and no imagination."

(Contralto) # God, who made thee mighty

# Make thee mightier yet

(Children) # God, who made thee mighty

# Make thee mightier...

(Bass) # God, who made thee mighty

# Make thee mightier yet #

(# Introduction And Allegro)

Elgar could stand it no more

and this time he left London for good,

driving back to the Malvern Hills
alone except for his dogs.

He'd loved dogs all his life,
his wife had hated them

and wouldn't allow one in the house.

Now, he was never without them,
they were his only companions.

(Birdsong)

Elgar had gone back to his roots,
to Worcester

and there he lived out his life
as a country gentleman.

Further honors came his way.

He'd become a member
of the Order of Merit

and had been honored
by a dozen universities.

Now he was a baronet
and Master of the King's Music.

But the cold wind of indifference
blew over his reputation with the public.

When he went occasionally to London
to conduct a concert of his music,

it was, wrote Constant Lambert,

"as if one of the classical composers
had appeared

"to conduct a work of another age."

The times were out of Joint,
out of sympathy,

with the full-blooded romantic
and the drum-beating patriot

and the religious visionary

and Elgar had been all three.

In the year he wrote his First Symphony
it had been played 82 times

all over the world,
from St. Petersburg to Pennsylvania

and he probably was the last great composer
to be in touch with the people.

But now, the rare Elgar concerts
were half empty.

In the early '30s, when he was rising 75,

Elgar took on a brief new lease of life.

There was a lively friendship
with Bernard Shaw

and the excitement of working once more
on his violin concerto

with a young Yehudi Menuhin.

He began sketches for a new symphony
and an opera.

But it was too late.

The illnesses which had haunted him
all his life took their final grip

and he was forced to take to his bed.

He arranged it so that through the window
he could see Worcester Cathedral

and the Malvern Hills beyond.

There, he lay for hour after hour,

listening to recordings of his music

and according to his own account,

drifting through his memories, in search
of those moments and people and places

that had brought him happiness
and fulfillment.

(# Nimrod)