About The Trout

 


The other day a friend sent me a piece of music by Johann Nepomuk Hummel, his Septet in D Minor Op 74  (look it up if you will)

I enjoyed it, in particular because the piano parts reminded me of Schubert's Trout Quintet. (look it up if you will).

The memory took me nearly seventy years back when I was a pupil at Eastville Junior Mixed School in Bristol U.K.  There we were blessed with a wonderful teacher and choir leader, one Mr. Sydney Richards.

There he led us (with his wife as a super pianist) to learn not the Quintet, but a vocal (lieder?) version (also I believe by Schubert).

Oh so heady for a ten-year-old jmp!  Oh so wonderful to be singing Schubert at such a young age.   

I cannot hear either the Quintet itself or the vocal version without seeing Mrs. Richard's fingers as they raced across the keyboard.

Here are two versions.  One in German, another in English




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NF9DrUXowBo


https://youtu.be/hReswWezkfw?si=7GGM_dNM1Z6FQi4-







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