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March 2009 | by: Peter Phillips | Comments (1)

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Now that the Allegri Miserere season is fully launched — the text is suitable for Lent — it seems fitting to ask why every choir in the land thinks it incumbent on them to sing this piece of music, for 150 years only ever sung within the walls of the Sistine Chapel.

Now that the Allegri Miserere season is fully launched — the text is suitable for Lent — it seems fitting to ask why every choir in the land thinks it incumbent on them to sing this piece of music, for 150 years only ever sung within the walls of the Sistine Chapel. It never used to be so. The local cathedral choir might periodically have had a go at it — and St John’s Cambridge always broadcast it on Ash Wednesday — but nowadays performances by secular and liturgical choirs alike have reached epidemic proportions, a kind of top C fever. This is all the stranger when one reflects that most of these choirs will sing much worse than usual in attempting it. Why bother?

Because it has acquired the status of a must-have accessory. This is partly to do with its colourful history (Mozart’s memory, castrati, excommunication, the morphing of the original composition into what we have today) and partly because performing it has become a challenge everyone wants to talk about, to join the ranks of those who have sung the Allegri in public. It is almost as if those who belong to a choir which has not attempted it have fallen behind in one of the big experiences of life.

The trouble is that five solo top Cs in 12 minutes is a test of nerves which very few people, especially children, are equal to. The result is often an embarrassment — the pitch sinking, the chant wretched — in which people nonetheless still manage to hear enough traces of a famed beauty to perpetuate the need to hear it again. They may perceive it as if through a glass darkly, yet their determination to worship anything which is entitled ‘The Allegri’ has become as much a part of the mystique of its story as Mozart writing it down from memory or doctored soloists inventing fabulous embellishments which soared to the very vault of Michelangelo.

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Clarence Palmer

April 11th, 2009 5:32am Report this comment

A humble person should not have written such an amazing piece of condescension. His Robert Shaw rant showed the same arrogance to no furthering of respect for PPs opi.

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