Charles Ives' songs are almost always given the European style of lieder recital treatment; e.g., Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau and "Winterreise", or even Thomas Hampson and Dawn Upshaw singing Aaron Copland. But, if you've heard Ives himself sing his own, "They Are There", you know well enough that subsequent performances would easily be the stuff of vigorous embellishment. In that spirit, Theo Bleckmann and Kneebody have stepped up to the plate - with extreme prejudice!
These readings are more than mere interpretation, they're a paradigm shift - a hundred-year leap to a place where the traditional roll of singer has gone beyond genre. If, when you listen, you attempt a mental pigeonhole (jazz vocal, legitimate voice, new age whatever) you run the danger of limiting your understanding of what's happening here. What's jazzlike is a sense of being in the moment, free of assumptions about the next few seconds. And from the tradition of lieder singing, Theo sings beyond mere technical considerations to plant a flag; i.e., he claims these songs as his own - inhabits them.
There is no doubt in my mind that Ives would have loved this. There are technological considerations he would have instinctively embraced, especially in light of, for example, his quarter tone pieces. Here the electronics are as integral with Kneebody's conception and execution as the emerging piano-forte was to Mozart. But what of the vocal?
Theo has benefited from being among the late 20th century singers who have changed what it means to sing in a performance setting. In-concert sound reinforcement, and its recording corollary, allow for an intimacy unheard since 19th century salon recitals. Theo makes the most of this; here as elsewhere, his vocals are exquisite, nuanced and often transcendent.
The boldness of this take on Ives arouses broad expectations. What, for example, would Bleckmann do with Mahler's "Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen" or the Kindertotenlieder? I'd pay money to hear that! And what would happen if he tackled Hans Werner Henze's or Anton Webern's songs? It's delicious just to contemplate such a thing.
Here's proof that the singer need not sing BIG in order to make a major impact on the lieder repertoire. I truly never thought I would hear "Like a Sick Eagle" that would blow my hair back (if I had hair) the way Jan DeGaetani's did three and a half decades ago. But, here it is - welcome to the future, everyone!