Detail from William Orphen's portrait of McCormack |
‘Il
mio Tesoro’
From
Mozart’s Don Giovanni
Performed
by John McCormack; accompanied by Walter Rogers and ensemble
Recorded
May 9, 1916
4:09
What is
the hell is an Irish tenor? From the late 19th century through the
middle of the 20th, you couldn’t throw a brick-end without hitting
one. They infested churches, bars, social halls, auditoriums, and stood by
pianos, organs, and spinets in countless parlors, warbling melodies that
charmed the ear and made a tear well up here and there. And John McCormack was
the ultimate manifestation of the phenomenon.
An Irish
tenor is not necessarily Irish, although it would have behooved him to don a moniker
like Reilly or Flanagan before taking the stage. It’s the vocal quality and
material covered that makes an Irish tenor. He does not have the strong blare
of a Verdiean tenor, nor the all-day toughness of a Wagnerian heldentenor. An Irish tenor is light,
lilting, legato – smooth as silk and full of feeling. It’s perfect for
sentimental ballads, whether they be about a girl or about Ireland.
John
McCormack was a true son of the sod, born in the small town of Athlone in the
dead-center of Ireland. His vocal gifts were appreciated, and his community
chipped in to send him to Italy for training. He rose swiftly in the opera
world, and began to record in 1904. He rapidly became second only to Caruso in
terms of recordings sold.
Though
McCormack could essay much of the tenor repertoire, he switched his focus to concerts
around 1912. There he performed the hits people really loved. He was the first
to record “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary,” and he made famous other chestnuts
such as “I Hear You Calling Me,” and “The Last Rose of Summer”; his Irish ballads
like “The Minstrel Boy,” “Mother Machree,” “The Wearin’ o’ the Green,” and
many, many others proved insanely popular with the Irish-American population,
which was finally beginning to overcome generations of prejudice.
This
recording is a perfect example of his work. It is eminently listenable,
flawless, with an extraordinary breath control and sense of articulation.
Parlors everywhere had a large stock of McCormack records nearby. Soon crooners
and jazz babies would take over the top spot in American musical culture, but
McCormack is one of the last remnants of that genteel tradition in American vocal
music. He was perfectly lovely.
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