WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART â Requiem
CHRISTOPHER TIN â To Shiver the Sky
Emma Pearson (soprano), Charlotte Secker (mezzo-soprano),
Ridge Ponini (tenor), Robert Tucker (bass)
Orpheus Choir, Wellington
Childrenâs Choir (Samuel Marsden Collegiate School, Wellington Girlsâ College,
Wellington East Girlsâ College)
Orchestra Wellington
Brent Stewart (conductor)
Michael Fowler Centre, Wellington
Saturday, April 18th, 2026
Music can readily speak to us from across the ages, especially with word-settings of frequently-performed choral works, from Renaissance and Baroque times, throughout the classical and romantic eras and into and including works up to the present day. Tonightâs presentation featured music from, firstly, the classical world of Mozart, his poignantly unfinished but still resounding Requiem, and from the present day, a work by American-born composer of Chinese descent, Christopher Tin â Â his choral work âTo Shiver the Skyâ an epic, time-traversing tribute to human flight in various aspirations and forms.
Firstly came the Mozart â a work thatâs grown partly out of legend wrought by confused, incomplete documentations and by the transcendence of the work itself (its genesis was a request from a dilettante nobleman wanting to pass the work off as his own, though Mozartâs health had declined to the point where he became convinced he was writing his own Requiem). He died with parts of it unfinished, leaving his pupil Franz Xaver SĂźssmayr, to finish the uncompleted sections so that the promised fee would be paid to Mozartâs widow, Constanze. What SĂźssmayr did has since been hotly debated by scholars in regard to its extent, with even further revised versions appearing that reduce the latterâs contributions and reconstruct certain parts based on the composerâs own structural and harmonic style  – which, to be fair, is what the much-maligned SĂźssmayr reconstructions themselves partly succeeded in doing anyway!
Some performances have presented what Mozart wrote and no more, though the outcomes have come across as more pedantic than musical â so the tradition of an unfinished piece of music completed by one or more helping hands has become firmly entrenched, probably to the relief of the majority of listeners in this case!. Heard this evening in a brilliantly-wrought performance by conductor Brent Stewart with a nimbly sonorous Orpheus Choir and full-blooded responses complementing exquisite detailings from Orchestra Wellington, the results were eminently satisfying. Only the solo singing was variable in a couple of places –  the women’s voices, the ever-pleasing soprano of Emma Pearson and that of her enthusiastic and capable mezzo counterpart Charlotte Secker, were a consistent joy throughout, but both men, tenor Ridge Ponini and bass Robert Tucker seemed, I thought, to have to work surprisingly hard in their delivery of some of the orchestra-accompanied text. The tenor was a new name to me but I had previously heard and enjoyed Robert Tucker in a number of roles (a wonderful Noye in Brittenâs âNoyeâs Fluddeâ for instance), so I was, for instance, surprised at my difficulty in picking up some of his lower notes in passages such as his âTuba Mirumâ solo, admittedly treacherous that they are to sing.
Brent Stewart maintained a lucid balance between orchestra and choir throughout, with vocal lines and orchestral detailing alike maintaining a splendid clarity. The fugal âKyrie Eleisonâ was well-sprung but not rushed, allowing us to revel in the delicious energies of the singingâs contrapuntal passagework. I liked the impetuousness of the beginning of the âDies Iraeâ, plunging into the ferment of terror and dread conjured up by text and music immediately at the end of the âKyrieâ, the different sections engaging a multitude of responses from solo and choral voices, with the âTuba Mirumâ sequence bringing all the soloists into play â bass Robert Tucker sounding splendid with his very opening declamation, while tenor Ridge Ponini stylishly delivered âMors stupebitâ (what wonderful poetry these words make!). Charlotte Seckerâs mezzo was suitably awe-struck at the judgeâs entrance (âJudex ergo cum sedebitâ), bringing into relief soprano Emma Pearsonâs heartfelt âQuid sum miserâ, the voices harmonising beautifully for the verseâs final âCum vix justus sit securusâ plea for justice and mercy.
As for the choir, the voices responded as readily to their conductorâs encouragement of majestic tone from the men with âRex, tremende majestatisâ as with beseeching and piteous pleas at âSalve me fons pietatisâ uttered by the women.from the womenâs voices. Such a dramatic, almost theatrical contrast with adjoining passages was repeated with the menâs plunging into âConfutatis maledictisâ with sterling orchestral support, and the womenâs almost ethereal plea âVoca me cum Benedictusâ in response. Even more ethereal and atmospheric was the wonderfully spooky âOro supplex et acclinisâ for the whole choir, sung sotto voce, with the trombones helping to colour the accompanying chords in the most downcast and submissive manner for the concluding âGere curam mei finisâ (Help me in my final condition!)
All Requiem roads lead, of course, into and through the âLacrimosaâ the pity of which was beautifully captured here, emphasised by the haltingly staccato-ish delivery of the rising notes of âQua resurget ex favillaâ â the ârising from the ashesâ of all humanity â a particularly heart-stopping moment bursting into full-blooded  feeling came with âJudicandus homo reusâ  – when Man shall be judged! Such depth of feeling needed a stirring and well-focused end-point which was delivered with a splendidly rock-solid âAmenâ.
No rest, however, was accorded the forces, the immediately following sequence a driving and exciting Offetorium, âDomine Jesu Christeâ, with music and texts urgently and agitatedly delivered, first by the choir and then by the soloists summonsing up the celestial standard-bearer St Michael to lead the way (âSed signifier Sanctus Michaelâ). But even more thrilling were the exhortations for the redemption of Abraham and his descendants – here, presented as and duly given exciting contrapuntal treatment from both voices and players (âQuam olim Abrahaeâ) to absolutely exhilarating effect!
The following âHostiasâ wrought the changes most effectively – the musicâs pacing was more meditative, though the voices varied their dynamics tellingly throughout alternating both complete lines and short phrases of text with dramatic âloud-softâ changes. But the sudden, theatrical return of âQuam olim Abrahaeâ as before was brilliantly handled, with the contrapuntal lines tossed exhilaratingly back and forth until the music cried âenough!â with a final, hushed âet semini ejus!â.
Then came the grandly-voiced âSanctusâ, here an outpouring of glorious acclamation, though with a surprisingly abrupt fugal treatment of âHosanna in excelsisâ. However, the âBenedictusâ which followed was here so exquisite one could forgive the composer the seeming rush to immerse everybody in such beauteous strains â again the womenâs voices had a âpresenceâ which the men couldnât quite match, though both bass and tenor had solo moments allowing their voices space in which to âsoundâ â and, together with some noble brass playing, the general effect gave considerable pleasure to all.
More scalp-prickling contrasts were afforded by the âAgnus Deiâ, with emotionally astringent opening chorus tones heightened in retrospect by hushed responses of âDona eis requiem, the third beautifully elongated with the word âsempiternamâ. Back came the music of âTe decet hymnusâ from the Introitus, again sung by the soprano â âLux Aeterna lucceat eisâ (Let eternal light shineâ), leading to a reprise of the âKyrieâ fugal music for the workâs concluding âCum Sanctus tuis in aeternumâ â vigorous, confident and fulfilling, as befitted the final moments of such a work.
Whatever criticism might be levelled at the much-maligned Sussmayr for his âcompletionsâ Brent Stewart and his forces gave the kind of performance that disarmed any thoughts of inadequacy or inappropriateness relating to the overall effect of the work â one was reminded of that great Mozartean Sir Thomas Beecham who once caustically remarked upon certain freshly discovered âeditsâ relating to Haydnâs music with the words âAre they scholarly or musical?â At the conclusion of this performance I felt more than readily inclined to credit Mozartâs posthumous Requiemâs editor with a completed task worthy of Beechamâs approval!
A different world awaited us in the concertâs second half, enthusiastically introduced by conductor Brent Stewart, and featuring American composer Christopher Tinâs work âTo Shiver the Skyâ. The composer himself describes the work as âan oratorio about the history of flight, and mankindâs quest to conquer the heavensâ. Tin used texts from eleven sources and in different languages, the writings of astronomers, inventors, visionaries and aviators themselves â the workâs title was taken from a poem by Rudyard Kipling, one whose subject was actually the ill-fated âTower of Babelâ which the poet describes as built âto shiver the sky and wrench the stars apartâ. Significantly, some of these efforts included in the work described disastrous failures and/or destructive rather than life-enhancing purposes, though the over-riding theme is one of adventure, progress and outward-looking aspiration.
I felt I was suddenly in a âminorityâ in the concert-hall, as many of the audience audibly resonated with Brent Stewartâs description of the work as having connections with a video game, Civilization IV, one whose theme music was used in the opening section of tonightâs presentation, the âSogno di Volareâ. Though a conventional orchestra and choral forces were used, the music had a definite kind of âNew Ageâ flavour and excitement, one to which my rather more old-fashioned sensibilities still managed to positively respond in all but one particular instance!
Beginning with the aforementioned Sogno di Volare (Dream of Flight), a setting of writings of Leonardo da Vinci, the orchestra launched into an excitable repeated rhythmic pattern to which the choir firstly contributed a recitative-like refrain describing the poetâs aspiration towards imitating what birds can do, and thus achieving the heartâs desire â to fly! Choir and orchestra then moved majestically towards imagining mankindâs great joy at achieving what the birds achieve, and âfilling the universe with wonder and gloryâ. The subtitles were difficult to read from where I was sitting, and the programme notes impossible due to the dim light in the auditorium â so following specific ideas from the text during the performance posed difficulties! However, the sheer energies of the singing and playing enabled one to be caught up in a kind of torrent of inspiration, even when reference-points were difficult to decipher!
The 11th-Century mystic Hildegarde of Bingen was the next librettist, with âThe Heavenly Kingdom”, the words describing how the birds in flight expressed devotion to heavenly things, and in doing so expressed heavenly love â a smaller group of womenâs voices intoned timeless-sounding  melismatic phrases describing the seeming devotion of birds,  strings and winds gradually adding their supporting strains, then joined by  larger groups of voices, the effect almost canonical when intertwining their lines with the womenâs voices, their interactions bedecked by shimmering percussion and excitable winds in places before allowing the smaller group of voices the final say.
The first truly dramatic sequence darkly followed, a setting of Ovidâs account in âMetamorphosisâ of Daedalus and Icarus attempting to escape their imprisonment on the island of Crete by King Minos, through the use of birdâs feathers made and shaped into wings and held together by wax and flying to freedom. Daedalus warned his son Icarus to take a âmiddle courseâ when flying, neither too high nor too low, but Icarus disobeyed his father, exulting in his powers of flight and soaring upwards towards the sun â when the wax melted and the feathers were lost Icarus plunged into the sea and drowned. A darkly urgent and fearful orchestral opening  introduced Daedalus outlining his plan to his son â though tenor Ridge Ponini gave his all to the text the ever-mounting orchestral forces made it difficult for us to decipher his words, though we still got the sense of the father warning the son, and the excitement felt by the boy at being able to fly like a bird! – the sense, firstly of exhilaration, and then of impending danger, were ardently conveyed by orchestra and choir. The most heart-rending moment was Daedalusâs despairing cries of âIcare! Icare!â after the boy had fallen â the womenâs voices continued the despairing lament for Icarus with a repeated percussion- accompanied sequence (which, though initially moving, I thought by the end somewhat too much of a good thing!)
It followed that the fourth poem âThe Fallâ from Dante Alighieriâs âThe Divine Comedyâ eminently suited the sense of loss and failure which followed the fall of Icarus, equating it with the larger principle of success often being accompanied by failure. The words from both soloist and choir were unclear throughout, but a general sense of lamentation came across as paramount.
The fifth sequence, Astronomy, with lyrics by Nicolaus Copernicus, was given a passionately-delivered performance by the choir, sparklingly punctuated with percussive scintillations, the words a paean of homage to the heavens, their beauties fully revealed through observation, as âthe work of Godâ. A strikingly colourful contrast came with the setting which followed, that of Jules Verneâs âDe la Terre a la Luneâ – I enjoyed the spaciousness of the orchestral textures and the lightness of the singing from the childrenâs choruses – the music had an engagingly innocent, almost naĂŻve quality about its buoyancy and confidence, and made an even more telling variance with what then followed, harsh, aggressive tones introducing words attributed to German inventor Ferdinand von Zeppelin regarding the use of aircraft for peaceful human interaction between nations, and concluding with the despairing words âOh, the Misfortune!â â a nightmarish sequence mercifully relieved without a pause by humming voices introducing (or transitioning) to the next sequence!
This was a setting of aviatrix Amelia Earhartâs poem âCourageâ, one which, though heartfelt, didnât, in a sense, for me, convey sufficient real and palpable sense of the loneliness and solitude which would have been part-and-parcel of the explorerâs experience. It seemed intent, instead, upon morphing into a kind of show-stopping aria-like outpouring of emotion, almost a stock-in-trade moment which I thought missed some of the essence of what was Earhartâs achievement – however, others will (and seemed to at the time) feel differently! What however, garnered an undisputed unanimity of response was the following setting – an incredible evocation of implacable power, might and destruction far beyond ordinary human experience  â this was âBecome Deathâ , J.Robert Oppenheimerâs famous quote from the Sanskrit Bhagavad Gita, upon witnessing the first nuclear bomb test in the United States in the 1940s, sung in the original language. Its effect was indescribable, remaining in my mind long after all other sounds from the work had ceased to resound â incredible in a kind of nihilistic wayâŚ.the ghostly opening voices were followed by mournfully beseeching string tones, leading to sudden ghoulish reiterations of the voice representing Death the Destroyer, as the percussion incessantly roared and winds repeatedly shrieked, until all that was left was a piercing single note which died into nothingnessâŚâŚ.
Just as impactful, but in an entirely different way was the composerâs treatment of the words of spaceâs first cosmonaut, Yuri Gagarin, a soulful statement of humanity that transcended national boundaries and spoke for all peoples. I liked Tinâs âgrowingâ of the voices from the menâs very matter-of-fact beginnings and burgeoning into a whole-choir paean of love and respect for Planet Earth, and the desire to âpreserve and increase this beauty, not destroy it!â, then finishing with an evocation of âthe power of the spiritâ in mankind. It was, I thought in retrospect,, one that might well have provided a fitting climax to the work! HoweverâŚâŚ.
The final setting was of words drawn from President John F. Kennedyâs famous  âWe choose to go to the moonâ speech in relation to the United States space exploration programme. While it seemed like a great idea for a setting in theory,  I actually found parts of it somewhat uncomfortable to listen to – though the sentiments expressed may have been worthy ones in their original context many of the words seemed to me here to be forced into a hasty marriage with a kind of all-purpose Disney-like musical surface sheen. Parts of the text did for me work, responding to music-setting more readily than did others â the section âWe set sail on this new seaâŚ..â down to ââŚ.the progress of all peopleâ shared with the words a rhythmic swing and a lyrical unanimity of purpose â as did some of the section leading up to ââŚ.a theatre of warââŚâŚwith appropriately baleful orchestral accompaniments.  And the rhetoric associated with weapons and hostile flags was appropriately mitigated by mention of âthe banner of freedom and peaceâ. But so much of the rest of it (even the Mallory story, for example, containing the mountaineerâs well known reasoning for climbing Mt.Everest â âBecause itâs there!â) seemed to me like earnestly-delivered note-spinning – words simply out of kilter with their music!
Obviously my reaction will not be shared by many, judging by the ovation the work received at the end â I am even finding myself at odds with younger generation family members who also heard the work!! And I did think Tinâs work in general an astounding achievement in its range and scope, despite what I thought were the occasional longeurs, and the final settingâs âin-places intractabilityâ. The sheer impact, and the underlying message of the âBecome Deathâ sequence, for one, will haunt my sensibilities for a long time to come, and I would readily go back to many of the other evocations to enjoy, once again, the various librettistsâ inspirational words and Christopher Tinâs insightful elaborations through his inspired settings of almost (in my opinion) all of them!
Very great credit to conductor Brent Stewart for his unflagging energies and inspirational direction â and to his performers, vocalists and instrumentalists, who manifestly âgave it allâ throughout the evening â the coupling of âestablishedâ with the ânewâ was a great success, truly inspired and engaging, and the results as performed and received were nothing short of tumultuous tumultuous!