Amy Beach: The Year's at the Spring

by Ace Gangoso

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven–
All’s right with the world!
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–Robert Browning

​Well, the year is not at the spring.  Leaves are falling, the air is turning colder, and the sun sets earlier with each passing day.  All is most certainly not right with the world.  Am I delusional to have chosen to post this song at this time?  With our reality being as it is, I think it’s reasonable to allow our minds to escape to such a vision of springtime beauty and optimism once in a while.  I like to think of this poem as the Spring 2020 we had hoped to have.  Maybe we can sing this song into existence by 2021.

Amy Beach (seated) at the Brooklyn Chamber Music Society, New York in 1940. Photo: Vang Studio.

I wonder what Amy Beach’s experience was with the 1918 pandemic.  I’m curious about a lot of her life, actually, especially since I knew very little about her until I studied Three Browning Songs for this concert.  I was instantly fascinated with her and her music.  I learned that by the age of 2, Beach was probably a more skilled musician than I was at age 12—perhaps even 22.  She was a piano prodigy and made her solo debut with the Boston Symphony Orchestra at age 16.  When I was that age, I remember being nervous to the point of feeling nauseous to step on stage for my high school’s musical.

I wonder what it was like to be so gifted that early in life, and to have to find your way as a young American woman at the turn of the 20th century.  I wonder what it was like to be the first American woman to publish a symphony, and to hear it premiered by the Boston Symphony Orchestra.  I wonder what it was like to be hailed a pioneer, and to be welcomed as “one of the boys” in the illustrious Boston Six.

Photo by Boris Smokrovic on Unsplash

When I consider the audacious life and career of Amy Beach…
When I reflect on the calamity of the past eight months…
When I stop to take notice of the steadfastness, creativity, and goodwill that has continues to emerge in spite of it all…

…a part of me starts to believe that anything is possible.  I invite you to join me in getting lost in wonder and daring to dream.  There is new life ahead.  Happy spring!

Author

Tenor Ace Gangoso recently completed his first season with Fourth Coast Ensemble.  His various other musical affiliations, including the CSO and Grant Park Choruses, Chicago a cappella, the Archdiocese of Chicago, and the Chicago Black Catholics Choir, hint at his interests in different musical genres and styles.  He believes good songs are like onions: they come in various shapes, sizes, and colors, have many layers, and take on the unique flavors added by those entrusted to their care.