Partituralis

The Bassoon

Il fagotto — the bundle of sticks.

A great wooden voice that has lived four centuries: tender in its tenor, sepulchral at its foot, and — in the right hands — among the most expressive of all the orchestra’s timbres.

A pencil drawing of a bassoon, viewed in full with bocal and reed.

The instrument is, in effect, a folded conical tube of some eight feet — its weight borne on a sling at the player’s neck.

Of all the woodwinds, the bassoon is the most quietly idiosyncratic. Its conical bore is folded twice upon itself; its keywork sprawls across that folded length like ivy across an old wall; and its sound — produced by a small double reed barely larger than a thumbnail — is in turn grave, plaintive, ironic, even comical, depending entirely on the temperament of the writer who summons it.

It is an instrument that rewards patience. Its lowest octave speaks slowly and must not be hurried; its highest is delicate, almost vocal, and asks of the player a careful embouchure. Between the two lies the singing tenor — the register of Stravinsky’s opening Rite, of Tchaikovsky’s Pathétique, of Mozart’s tender concerto. To know the bassoon is to know these three rooms and the doors between them.

Mechanism

The bassoon is built of four principal joints — boot, wing, long, and bell — most often of seasoned mountain maple, stained a deep red-brown. Air enters through a slender curved metal tube, the bocal, upon which the reed is mounted. From there it travels down the wing joint, makes its U-turn at the boot, and ascends through the long joint to the bell — a route of nearly eight feet folded into an instrument of four.

Two systems of keywork persist into the present day: the German, or Heckel, system — preferred almost universally outside France — and the French, or Buffet, system, lighter of tone and rarer in the modern orchestra. The differences are real, but for the composer they are mostly invisible. Write well for one and you write well for the other.

Voice and Character

Berlioz, who knew the orchestra as well as any composer ever has, thought the bassoon’s tone “not very strong, with little brilliance, and rather of a peculiar character.” He meant this as praise. The bassoon does not declaim. It confides. It can stand alongside the cellos and disappear into them, or it can stand entirely alone — as in the famous solo that opens The Rite of Spring, ascending out of silence like a thing waking up.

The instrument has, by long accident, also become the orchestra’s native comedian. Dukas wrote for it the most famous staccato in all of music — the bassoons of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice — and the rapid tongued figures of the low and middle registers will always carry, to the trained ear, a faint trace of mischief. Honor that history. Do not try to suppress it.

“The bassoon is the clown of the orchestra — but a clown who has read Montaigne, and is not above weeping.”

— attributed, perhaps unfairly, to a French conductor

The bassoon will outlast every fashion that has yet been imposed on it. Write for it without irony, or with all of it; either way, the instrument will know what to do.