It was but recently that I heard a German choral society sing German
songs to a delighted American audience. Then came something weird,
strange; it was German, yet the words were not German. Looking at the
programme, it turned out to be the famous plantation song, "'Way down
upon the Suwannee River." The audience looked bewildered; there was
no applause, though, judging by the attitude of the singers, they had
expected to make this the grand hit of the evening.
The last performance of the great festival of the United German singers
in Philadelphia, in 1897, was the production of the "Star-Spangled
Banner." Everything in the appearance of the singers showed that this
finale was to be the crowning act of the entire festival. All the
singers, male and female, participated, and "Old Glory" was waved in
the air during the performance. But, as I had feared, it was a complete
failure. Instead of the vast audience spontaneously rising to its feet
and being carried away by enthusiasm, it remained cold and indifferent,
and there was no applause commensurate with what it would have been had
the performers sung the words with the true ring in them and the true
English accent. The same thing would happen if the "Marseillaise" were
sung in France, or the "Wacht am Rhein" in Germany, by foreign singing
societies, no matter how excellently schooled, and how artistically
rendered.
A similar experience was had by Madame Brinkerhoff, who relates the
same in _The Vocalist_ of December, 1896, as follows:
"To show how language is imbedded in the _timbre_ of the voice,
I will relate an incident of last season. On the first night
of the representation of the 'Scarlet Letter,' by Damrosch,
sung by German singers, I was not surprised or in the least
displeased at hearing this beautiful opera sung with the German
_timbre_ of voice; but after listening to a whole act, I heard
no German words; I listened in vain for the shaping of their
consonants and vowels, although I heard the German sounds or
_timbres_. So I asked the lady seated next to me what language
the people on the stage were singing. 'German,' she replied. I
said: 'But I hear no German words. Will you kindly listen and
tell me when you hear German words?' She listened and replied,
'No, I do not hear German words, but I thought before it was
German.' She asked me if it was English. We could not decide it
until the lights were turned on, and looked at the programme,
which read, 'sung in English.'
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