A friend was saying to me recently over the holidays that it
seemed to her in our current fast-paced age, true mentors are hard to come
by. In some ways, I felt a bit of truth to
her words, and if that is truly the case, I feel incredibly lucky to have had so
many people who I would consider mentors throughout my years as a musician so
far. One of the greatest of these for me
would most definitely be the pianist, coach and conductor, Martin Isepp.
I’ve often said that my four summers at Marlboro saved my relationship
with music. After a few years of
hustling to carve out a beginner’s foothold in the tough and competitive
operatic world, I arrived for my first summer at Marlboro burnt out, somewhat
jaded, and a tiny bit unsure why I was going there in the first place. Hindsight being 20/20, when I look back at
that version of myself standing perplexed and terrified at the threshold of my
first, rustic dorm room on the Marlboro campus, I strongly believe that the
main reason the fates had brought me to Marlboro that first summer was because
I was starved for inspiration. Martin
was one of the main people in whom I found that inspiration which I so
desperately needed.
Over the course of my four summers at Marlboro, I explored
with Martin the many complex layers of the songs of Britten, Schumann, Vaughan
Williams, Brahms, Wolf and Mozart. As
Martin guided me through the twists and turns of all this music over the course of
our many sessions at Marlboro together, I came to understand that his approach
to music came from a place of deepest respect and love for the art form. A tough and demanding coach, he never let one
note of music be poorly sung, nor one phrase pass by unexamined or unstylishly
turned. Yet, despite being so rigorous and exacting, his manner was, for the most
part, very gentle. If he didn’t like
something one did, he would sigh as if disappointed that you had broken his
favorite piece of china and then begin to go about gently prodding the musician
he was working with in a different direction, gradually cajoling them to
approach the phrase or note in a way that would suddenly unlock the mysteries
of the music at hand. At the end of these moments, the “eureka!” light bulb would
shine brightly, and the cobwebs of confusion and musical befuddled-ness would
disappear. The music would flow again, and
the composer’s intentions and the musical drama of the moment would suddenly be crystal clear. Always expecting the
best, and constantly pushing those that worked with him towards the highest
levels of excellence, I found myself in our sessions reaching again for greater
heights for the first time in years. I
experienced some songs I had known for years in a completely different light after
bringing them to him – for instance, Schumann’s “Schöne Wiege” will never been
the same for me after our sessions on Schumann’s Liederkreis, Op. 24. Martin revealed the profound depth of the song's protagonist’s pain at leaving the town where he met his beloved by simply adjusting the tempo of the song
in one of our sessions, transforming what I once thought of a simple, pretty,
melancholy song into a richly layered, complex, heart-wrenching piece of music
just as dramatic as any operatic aria ever composed. After years of neglecting the world of Lieder
and Art Song while running the beginner’s operatic rat-race, through our
sessions together I rediscovered my passion for the music that made me fall in
love with the art of singing. At a time
in my life when I felt that I was starting to lose touch with my wonder,
respect, and love for music, Martin rekindled the fire inside of me,
reconnecting me with the calling that pushed me to pursue a life in music in
the first place.
The news of his passing on Christmas day is a true loss for our musical community, and he will be sorely missed. As the person who delivered the sad news to
me on Monday said, “it is difficult to imagine a person with greater integrity, musical
instincts and knowledge, and kindness. There is quite simply, no replacement
for him.” I could not agree more.
Martin, I cannot thank you enough for the inspiration,
encouragement, and mentorship you have given me and the musical world around
me. May you rest in peace, and may we
remember you forever in our world of song.
2 comments:
Don't know you...never knew Martin. But, you're comments about a fast paced world with a dearth of true mentors spoke to me as did your recounting of your waning enthusisasm for your art. I have virtually zero musical talent. I rejected piano lessons as a teen and picked up the violin at age 40. But, 20 years of leading and being led give me a great respect for the influence mentors have in the lives of so many. I'm glad you had the good fortune to have at least one in your life and career.
Just discovered your blog and wanted to thank you for being so honest about what it means to be an artist - it's really inspiring and educational for young singers.
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