Et In Arcadia Ego... The Founding of PME: Part1
Et In Arcadia Ego... The Founding of PME
by Larry Rose, still a member!
Dick Grant, Tom Mugglestone, and I (easy to remember- Tom, Dick and Larry) and Lindsay Laton and Gwen Pittman met at Laval's Beer Emporium on North Campus like a cell of revolutionaries at the Relais de St Antoine, or Lenin and his buddies in Paris, or Sam Adams at the Liberty Tree Tavern. We declared that our new chorus shall be better, that is, more fun for the audience and the performers, than anyone else's chorus...it shall be open to theater and dance and small group work, open, open... a feeling of repertory, an ensemble, featuring Mozart, the sublime Master of Pool and Babes and the cycle of fifths and suspended sixths, the master of form and energy within form, with soloists from inside the group, kept small and nimble but large enough, just large enough to do the great works... .. but what about a name??? That will come later. The question now is what were the events that led up to that fateful pitcher or three?
Recent events provide part of the answer. Last weekend (March 24, 2007) I saw Dennis and Marsha Johnson in the audience after the Strauss concert. Seeing their smiles and feeling their warmth of appreciation for the music and our friendship, it came to me that this is exactly and wonderfully what PME is about --- after 27 years of PME and after thirty-three years of knowing Dennis and Marsha --- this is what keeps the music exciting for me. The people made PME what it was and still is today. Marsha and Dennis were there at the beginning, so telling the story of the founding of PME is important to me.
An announcement of a concert of the Mozart "Solemn Vespers" and a Bach cantata at the church down the block on Gough appeared in the pink sheets in the Fall of 1974. Paying my three dollars, I sat in the pews and was glad to hear that music again. New to San Francisco, I asked about joining the chorus of about seventy and was glad to hear that they needed tenors ( hello!!!!) and that they pretty much took anyone into the San Francisco Bach Choir. Eventually becoming tenor section leader, I sat in a quad of four with Dick Grant, Jeannie Young and Linda May Robertson Groobin, the other section leaders. Also in Bach Choir were Gretchen Grant, Gretchen Nicholson, Barbara McKenna Pattie, Josie Diaz (a year earlier) and Janet Corah. Dennis was the accompanist and organist.
Linda May drafted me into the Presidio Protestant Post Chapel Choir as tenor soloist in 1976. She was the soprano soloist and Marsha Haner (later Johnson), was part time conductor. Young followed as mezzo soloist and then, needing a new director, we hired Dick to be the conductor. Then Dick hired Dennis to be our organist (Dennis met Marsha!). We were in the Army now and served the retired and active members of the Presidio's United States Sixth Army and Letterman Hospital with weekly music at the services and with special functions on parade and in the cemetery and at the hospital. We had the services of the Sixth U.S. Army Band, as well as a very nice budget for hiring instrumentalists for special concerts and holiday performances. The Post Chapel itself was an ideal little bandbox in which to sing with perfect acoustics and with a very supportive chaplain staff. We were in Arcadia in one of the most beautiful settings in the world with our small whitewashed Mexican colonial church overlooking the Bay, the Marin Headlands and the Golden Gate. We invited many members of the Bach Choir and later PME members to come sing with us there over the nine years of my tenure. Larry Moore, Tom and Linsay (now Mugglestone), Peter Sly, Tony Antolini, Gretchen Grant, Nile Norton, Gretchen Nicholson, Trixie Donaldson, Betsy Bell Taylor, Dalene Drake, Janet Rensel , Barbara Pattie, and many others who would later form the nucleus of PME would be found at the Post Chapel in the Seventies and early Eighties. Bob Hawkins, who grew up on the Presidio since his dad was chief ranger of what would later be the Golden Gate National Recreation Area, was our beautiful Bass/Baritone.
So there we were in semi-music-heaven with four fine soloists, a talented and adventurous conductor, the nucleus of a potentially excellent chorus, a great musician on keyboards, the 6th US Army Band at our disposal, and a nice budget for music and guest artists. And then came Peter with a proposal, an invitation, to join a little elite chorus in Berkeley, the former select chorus of the old Oakland Symphony run by Joe Liebling and calling itself the Berkeley Chorus Pro Musica. I guess they meant that they were in favor of music, that they weren't against it. (Contra Musica?). Peter was one of Dick's Stanford friends along with Tony, Nile, Gretchen G, Chuck Alston and others who were at Stanford at the same time and who were involved in music there. So Peter was trusted. So Dick and I joined. There we found Tom and Lindsay. But the leadership group was a group of really poor musicians --- that is, they did not have musical souls. Maybe they sang and read, but it soon became obvious that music to them was a closed alley, a participant sport that if it were appealing to an audience it would be nice, but not important- and strictly an accident. But that was okay, because their audiences averaged about ten including the director's landlady who said she would come if he drove her. Let me tell you about "Der Staub des Tod!" Mendelssohn was so enamored with Bach that he attempted a few pieces in the style of Bach, one of which was the "Dust of Death" in cantata style. Interesting. An interesting music history note, yes? Well, Berkeley Chorus Pro Musica chose this piece as the central work for its Christmas Concert. ( Here we go a-wassailing amongst the dust of death....la la la") A few weeks later Dick received a knock on his door from "The Committee" telling him that since he joined there was "too much jocularity in the bass section". We all knew it was time to get radical and leave and finally found our own chorus. And so a few of us had a beer at Laval's.
To be continued....










