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Bach at the Beach

Bach never went in the ocean for a refreshing dip. He never even set eyes on the Atlantic. He could have made it to the North Sea at Lübeck during his sojourn there to learn from Dieterich Buxtehude in the winter of 1705-6. But the old city was an island moated by the Trave River and a canal drawn off from it, and was several miles set back from the mouth of the river (Travemünde) where it flows into the Baltic. Travermünde is now a seaside resort, this time of year teeming with beachgoers and bathers, many of them expansive of girth and wearing frighteningly small swim suits—or none at all if one ventures into nudist FKK beach.

To get to the Baltic would have a required a walk of several miles, hardly any stretch at all, given that Bach had done more then 200 on foot just to get Lübeck in the first place from land-locked Thuringia. But in the dead of winter, when Bach arrived in the north, this would not have been the most pleasant of outings. Still, for a boy from the green, wooded hills of central Germany the lure of the sea might well have been irresistible.

Slowly emerging from the Little Ice Age of the seventeenth century, the Baltic winter remained fierce in Bach’s lifetime. There was much ice on the sea. Bach arrived in Lübeck in November, so perhaps he even ventured down to the water before any ice had formed, and unstrapped his leather shoes and peeled off his stockings and dabbled his feet—the most famous musical feet in history—in the frigid waters.

The sea itself was to be exploited for fish and used for trade, but otherwise to be feared, not only because it might sink valuable merchant cargo, but because few knew how to swim. Instructive about attitudes towards swimming (though not in the mechanics of swimming itself) is article on the subject (Schwimmen) in Johann Zedler’s Grosses vollständiges Universal Lexicon, whose title goes overboard in stressing its zeal for total knowledge (Large, Complete, Universal Lexicon). Zedler’s vastly ambitious project proceeded steadily over through the 1730s and 40s, the last two decades of Bach’s life, eventually reached 64 volumes when finished in 1754.  “Swimming” gets one measly column in the encyclopedia. The entry begins: “Swimming for a human means, holding one’s self above the water through the extraordinary movement of arms and legs.” How little the author knows about swimming—it’s clear he’s never tried it himself—soon becomes clear: “The masterpiece in swimming is treading water. Through the movement of the feet alone the body is kept upright, submerged only to the navel.” This conjures anachronistic Saturday morning cartoons in which feet whir like propellers and speed a colorful character, from Scooby-Do to Road Runner, across the top of the water.

According to the Zedler article swimming can be a necessary skill for soldiers; the author claims that after a long day of training, Roman recruits in training would often refresh themselves by plunging into the Tiber. Beyond its usefulness in self-rescue in combat near rivers or near the sea, swimming was something the Europeans associated with the savages of the New World: “The Moors of the West Indies are very experienced at it,” claims the article’s anonymous author. These savages teach their kids to swim by strapping them to boards and throwing them in the water.

Bach was neither savage nor swimmer, and he probably never even saw anyone try something so crazy as that. Waves and water are not to gotten into and paddled about in; they are to be avoided at all cost.  One of Bach’s earliest cantatas. Ich hatte viel Bekümmernis in meinem Herzen, (I had much affliction in my heart) was first performed in 1714 in June, a time of year when the thoughts of modern Germans are turning towards the beach and bathing. As the title suggests, the music and text are wracked with self-doubt and fear of death.  The second aria of the cantata is full of aqueous imagery, all of it meant to frighten and forebode. Its opening lines, “Streams of salty tears, Rush in unceasing floods” are introduced by, and set to, a mournful figure that turns in on itself like an eddy. The remorselessly descends trajectory of this figure is an elegant, if unstinting, evocation of spiritual unrest.

After this lament has offered its treatment, the voice and strings sound the alarm in shocking, full up-tempo emergency mode:

Storm and waves destroy me,
And this sea full of tribulation
Would weaken my spirit and life,
Mast and anchor would break.

The tormented soul on the storm-tossed sea is favorite image of librettists for both the church and the opera stage. Against this deadly tempest, even the brine-bath of tears in the dank Lutheran spa of sin and guilt is a kind of balm to be eased into when the aria returns to it after the tumult of the storm at sea in the movement’s interior. Given the prevalence of storm conditions on the moral seascape, preparation is necessary. One has to know how swim spiritually.

The same metaphor, but set by Bach instead in the major mode, animates the first aria of Cantata 178, Wo Gott der Herr nicht bei uns hält (If God the Lord does not remain on our side), composed a decade later:

Just as the wild waves of the sea
Viciously dash a ship,
So the furious enemy rages
And steals the soul’s dearest possession.
They would expand Satan’s empire,
And the little ship of Christ would wreck.

Bach’s sets this disaster scene with a major-mode figure that strides upward by step before falls back down more disjointedly, like a wave rising and falling.

This motive repeats as the harmony pulls the music downward into the depths.  The waters are troubled still further by the lurching scansion, full of syncopation and false accents against the triple meter, which is itself difficult to grab onto turbulent waters. Unusually for Bach, the mmovement’s musical meter offers no life-line to safety: the beat is at sea, just like the soul. Through these seemingly simple, but in fact highly complex means, Bach captures both the tumult of the waves and the cargo of redemption about to be lost to the storm. The Lifeboat of Christ is in dire straits, beset by the tempest in the last line of the aria.

In the cantata’s final movement weather brightens with the simple four-part chordal texture, the clouds clearing as God’s light quells the waves. Does Bach shed his kit and stretch out to catch some rays?  Never! There will be no beach time for Bach: it’s back to work in preparation for next Sunday’s still more ambitious cantata.

Only in the secular cantatas written and performed in praise of Bach’s Saxon rulers do the waves lapping at the shore warm and welcome. The louche Wettin family, whom Bach appealed to for help against his unfriendly civic bosses in Leipzig, liked to stage musical entertainments on the River Elbe, and even on many occasions do some hunting from their royal barks in the shadow of the glorious city of Dresden, blasting at stags driven into the waters. Only for the Saxon Electors (who also, for a time, served as the Polish Kings) is beach music sweetened by warm, pastoral breezes, as in BWV 206 Schleicht, spielende Wellen, und murmelt gelinde! (Glide, playful waves, and murmur gently!)

 

The trumpets that resound midway through the introductory idyll of this cantata recall the bracing power of the rivers (Danube, Vistula, Elbe and Pleisse — the last thrown in because it was Leipzig’s River) personified in the piece because they are part of the Wettin dominion, geographically or genealogically. Secular water power is a good thing: these rivers don’t dash hopes and boats, but lift them up.

In a the penultimate aria for tenor Bach has the water look back at the shore and ogle the figures of the mighty rulers:

Branch of the high trunk of the Hapsburgs,
The bright flame of your virtue
Is known, admired and praised on my banks.

Introducing the aria are two oboes d’amore flow briskly alongside one another in intricate counterpoint.  This is a swift stream, turbidly minor and darkened further by the tone color of these lower pitched oboes. The vocal part is carried forward by the current, not merely drifting along, but struggling slightly. Is there a surreptitious message in this beyond the desire for musical variety demanded by a long cantata? Maybe it is this: that even when royal waters are surveyed and enjoyed with the lavish accoutrements of monarchic power and pleasure, Bach sees and hears a dark undertow beneath the glittering, whispering waves.

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DAVID YEARSLEY is a long-time contributor to CounterPunch and the Anderson Valley Advertiser. His recording of J. S. Bach’s organ trio sonatas is available from Musica Omnia. He can be reached at  dgyearsley@gmail.com

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