If there was ever a case for establishing a middle ground between separating the art from the artist and not, it’s Othmar Schoeck. Born in 1886 by the shores of Lake Lucerne, Schoeck found himself in the unfortunate position of being a dyed-in-the-wool Romantic working in a world that was trending inexorably towards the modern (for context, Berg was born in 1885 and Stravinsky in 1882). The son of a landscape painter, Schoeck preferred to live in the lush vistas of Strauss and Wolf, and continually dug his heels into that style.
Moth Elegies
New recordings of Othmar Schoeck and Harrison Birtwistle
