The Oboe

The oboe is the orchestra’s pure soprano of double reeds — a narrow conical pipe whose voice cuts through any texture by virtue of its very thinness. It does not rely on power; it relies on a particular, unmistakable colour. The audience hears it before it hears anything else.

That this is the note to which the orchestra tunes is no accident. The oboe holds its pitch with stubborn clarity, and its sound — slightly nasal, slightly reedy, slightly aching — penetrates the ensemble in a way that a flute or a clarinet does not. From A at four hundred and forty cycles, the rest of the room finds its bearings.

The instrument is built of three joints — top, lower, and bell — most often of grenadilla, sometimes of cocobolo or rosewood. The bore is conical and remarkably narrow: a little under four millimetres at the top, opening to scarcely sixteen at the bell. The reed, of two pieces of cane lashed to a metal staple, is fitted directly into the top joint.

The keywork is the conservatoire system as refined by the Triébert family in the nineteenth century and elaborated, with various national accents, ever since. Modern instruments differ in detail more than in substance — a thumb-plate here, a third octave key there — and for the composer the differences are negligible. Write what you hear, and the player will choose the fingering.

Berlioz, who took the oboe seriously where others had merely taken it for granted, wrote that its voice expressed “candor, artless grace, soft joy, or the grief of a fragile being.” He was not flattering it. The oboe, used poorly, becomes querulous; used well, it is among the most affecting voices in the orchestra. There is no instrument better suited to the long, simple line.

Its register is small — barely two and a half octaves of useful range — but each region within that compass is distinct. The low is thick and a little gnarled; the middle is the singing place; the upper is bright and pinched, the place where the instrument most resembles a treble voice in distress. Composers from Bach to Britten have known this and rationed the highest notes accordingly.

“The oboe is an ill wind that nobody blows good.”

— old orchestral joke, repeated by every conductor

It is a sentimental instrument that resists sentimentality; an instrument of complaint that, used sparingly, becomes consolation. Few composers have wasted its solos. Do not be the first.

The oboe asks, above all, for melodies. It is the orchestra’s singer of single lines, and a few habits of mind will help the composer write for it as it deserves.

• i.Write a tune. The oboe rewards the long phrase and resents the busy one. Filigree belongs to the flute; conviction belongs here.
• ii.Watch the breath. The narrow bore consumes very little air. The player must often exhale stale breath before inhaling fresh — phrases far longer than the lungs can sustain.
• iii.Beware the bottom note. Low B♭ is loud, unsubtle, and slow to speak. Approach it from above or write a rest before it; never pianissimo.
• iv.Treat the high register as a privilege. From G₆ upwards the instrument grows pinched and effortful. Save these notes for moments the music has earned them.
• v.Mind the tuning A. The first oboe is, by tradition, the orchestra’s pitch reference. A first chair’s reed is a thing of considerable consequence.

And: spend an afternoon watching a good oboist make a reed. The instrument is, in the end, a wooden tube with a piece of cane on top — and the cane is most of the music.

A short, partial list — five places to begin if one wishes to know what the oboe can do, and what it has been asked to do by composers who understood it.

1. № 01

   Tchaikovsky — Symphony No. 4

   Andantino in modo di canzona

   The oboe alone, over pizzicato strings — a melody of such plain candor it seems remembered rather than composed.

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2. № 02

   Brahms — Violin Concerto, Op. 77

   Adagio

   A long-breathed solo of such tenderness that Sarasate is said to have refused to play the concerto, declining to stand silent while the oboe took the best tune.

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3. № 03

   Strauss — Oboe Concerto in D

   Allegro moderato

   Written at eighty-one, after the war — an unbroken garland of a phrase that asks of the player a near-impossible breath.

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4. № 04

   Ravel — Le Tombeau de Couperin

   Prélude

   A perpetual motion in semiquavers, given almost entirely to the oboe — gracious, unhurried, faintly archaic.

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5. № 05

   Rossini — La scala di seta

   Overture

   The little staircase: a chattering, scampering oboe figure that has terrified second auditioners ever since.

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Further entries will be added as our study deepens.

The oboe is a French invention of the seventeenth century. Around 1657, in the court of Louis XIV, the wind makers Jean Hotteterre and Michel Philidor took the older shawm — loud, raucous, fit chiefly for the open air — and rebuilt it for the room. They narrowed the bore, softened the reed, divided the body into joints, and added keys. The result was an instrument that could play, for the first time, beside strings without obliterating them.

The new hautbois spread quickly. By the end of the seventeenth century it was a settled member of the orchestra; by the first decades of the eighteenth it was indispensable. Bach wrote for it incessantly — in the cantatas, the Passions, the orchestral suites — and Handel gave it solos of an aria-like dignity. The Baroque instrument had two or three keys, a wider reed, and a tone closer to the shawm than to anything we know today: pungent, vocal, faintly outdoor.

Through the second half of the eighteenth century the oboe was progressively narrowed, lengthened, and fitted with additional keys. Mozart wrote a concerto for it in 1777 that defined what the classical instrument could be asked to do; Haydn used it as a soloist in symphony after symphony. By 1800 the oboe could pass for a soprano in a Mozart aria — but its colour was still distinct, still a little plaintive, and the great composers wrote with that quality in mind.

The decisive step into the modern instrument was taken in mid-nineteenth century Paris by the Triébert family. Guillaume and his sons Charles and Frédéric, working in conversation with the Paris Conservatoire, rebuilt the keywork on a logical basis — the so-called système 6 bis — and refined the bore for evenness across registers. By the 1880s the French oboe had become, in essentials, the instrument played everywhere. The German tradition kept its own slightly wider model into the early twentieth century, but the conservatoire pattern eventually won the field.

The oboe a player picks up today is recognisably the Triébert design — further refined by Lorée in Paris and by makers in Germany, Britain, and the United States. Strauss wrote his concerto for it in 1945; Britten his metamorphoses; Carter, Berio, and Henze the modern repertoire. It is, by the standards of orchestral instruments, an unusually settled craft — and the reed remains, as ever, the player’s own private burden.

Specifications

A summary, for the composer’s desk.